Who Wants to Live Forever [Team Musashi Topic]

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His ass was right on the top of the Administration Building below the Hokage's Mountain. He thought about taking his state of patient rest on top of the mountain instead, for it is easy for him to climb it, though the same might not apply for a few Genin who aren't exactly physical powerhouses. Plus, this was the spot where all of them met, right here. Musashi had the same clothes he had on yesterday - rarely do ninja anywhere around the world change their outfits for some reason. His blades tucked along his hips, Musashi had actually not been trying to tune himself to nature - often done by listening to the chirps of birds and rustling of leaves, but also shaving off a lackadaisical attitude, for today was a day that involved soft violence. Today was a new day and last night as yesterday. Hopefully they would begin to bond today. He already had his exercise in mind, and it did not require any fancy gadgets or mundane objects. It was straightforward, simple, and may be particularly difficult. Who knows, for Musashi still does not have a good grasp of his students' fighting abilities. Musashi looked up to see the construction going well up there in the mountain. Surprising that progress has gotten so far since yesterday. They were just about done with fixing his broken face.

My back is itchy... he thought.

She had made it, reluctantly towards the mountain faces. Once cherished and now deformed by the disaster that had taken place once. She looked at the workers fixing the faces and had shaken her head defeated as if it was useless to do such a job. She of course had cleaned off her clothes from the day before and had gotten herself clean for the new day however once hearing the news of coming to this place she was nearly ready to just give up on the team and just train at home, of course her better judgement and her mother convinced her otherwise. She looked up to her sensei and one of her teammates she had a strong streak of disliking being there. Perhaps it's because they thought differently or maybe her own attitude was salty but either ways she had no care for the guy named Kuroo. She merely climbed the last pieces before standing there near the team and awaiting orders. Hopefully nothing to do with the mountain itself.

Of course however she seemed quieter today, less need to talk nor want to do so. Especially with the area she was in. It only took a glance to have her reminded why she was this way anyhow, she was once close enough to be a kid and enjoy laughing and chatting but why not someone just whisk that away and leave her to her shell of a self that cares for no one but her own and her family. No matter how beautiful the sky was, not if the sun shined brightly and the feel of the wind she used to know gust through she seemed to alienate herself even from the wind she loved. It wasn't so much as she was depressed but more so just down about the area she was in. Like a bad memory itching at one to come back and haunt them. Then again that could just be the mosquitoes flying around.

WC:
330

Takeo was a lot more chipper this morning compared to yesterday. His early awakening meant he had plenty of time to relax and recuperate in the hot springs as well as get ready for the second team meeting or whatever it was called. Takeo guessed they'd meet up again and carry on with more missions. He hoped that the team would be a bit less awkward and talk a bit more. Takeo did blame himself a little for not speaking up as much since he was constantly trying to catch his breath. Takeo closed the door behind him as he left his house and made his way back to Hokage Mountain. He guessed this is where they would meet again, if not, then he'd just have to hope he would find them quickly.

Takeo had decided to not take the high ground on the roofs today and instead walked through the streets of Konoha, with his hands in his pockets and a cheery smile on his face. Soon enough, after a short walk, Takeo could see the bottom of the stairway that led to the top of Hokage Mountain. The height of the stairs was always a little bit daunting to Takeo. He hoped that the location would maybe change. Takeo wasn't so unfit that he couldn't ascend the path without being quite fatigued but he always felt a bit short of breath once he got to the top for a short period of time. Luckily for Takeo, before he had to take the long journey up towards the top he caught sight of his team on top of the administration building. He was a bit confused as to why they were there but Takeo was just glad that he didn't have go to the top of Hokage Mountain. Although climbing the building wouldn't be so easy either. At least the mountain had a staircase leading up, Takeo would have to find a good safe route to get to the top of the administration building. It only took Takeo five or ten minutes. Takeo wasn't the best climber but he could do it. He pulled himself up onto the roof, rolling onto his back before quickly standing up with his usual smile plastered onto his face. "Yo!" He cheered with a wave to the whole team before looking towards Miyamoto-sensei. He wondered what missions they would be doing today (at least Takeo assumed it would be multiple missions like yesterday).

Kids dancing around the village like leaves gliding through the air, creeping around tower edges before escaping to the tree that it came from. Nothing could make Musashi's heart beat ever more proudly, and nothing could upset him if leafies do not return to the family. While he was sitting around with his eyes closed, he heard an increasingly noisy disturbance in the air, before coming upon the realization that something, or someone, was falling from great heights and prepared to land on the surface. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the landing - a quick, powerful jump. It must be a boy. Musashi listened for footsteps, trying to recognize the pattern based off of what he heard previously. This was an enormous ninja skill that requires years of practice, and one that Musashi nevertheless sucks at.

His Genin were all gathered around him, with immaculate punctuality. This is good, for the fast-paced, business-like Musashi did not have to be patient. The team gathered, there was still the same frequency of emotions, and each Genin had his own niche in three different wavelengths. With Takeo at one end of the energetic zone and Hitomi at the other end of the range, with Kuroo situated somewhere in the middle. Always, always, always. He actually preferred to shift each of them closer to where Kuroo stood. Moderation is always best.

He already had his schedule in mind, and they'll merely do a warm-up before proceeding to another area, where they'll do some real training and hopefully earn valuable experience. Musashi got up from his resting position, standing tall as a proud Hokage would, his imposing stature reflecting a glorious warrior. "Ohayoo.... Kuroo, Hitomi, Takeo. I hope that you three had a good rest. Most of today's session will take place at the training grounds. Yes! We'll have our first field day there. You all filled up on your kunai and shurikens, right?" Musashi asked.

She noticed the last of the group come up, with that sensei Musashi began with his own greeting. She listened towards it but seemed to not turn her head to him. Only listening in to hear about the training. She did agree to herself that training would be nice however if it's with shuriken or kunai she had left hers with her father. Especially since they were worn down and she didn't want to buy more at the time. She huffed for a moment pulling out her small amount of money and counting at it to see if she'd have enough to pick some up on the way. Once finished she placed it back where it belonged and waited for more info about anything else the sensei may have left out.

She twisted at the bottom of her hair with her fingers while waiting, it was a better habit to have than her old one which was actually pulling out strands of hair and of course that hurt so she had to find something else to do that didn't actually cause pain towards herself and keep busy minded. However even as the conversation went on and others said their hellos or their input she still kept silent. Keeping to her own and frankly distancing herself from the team. If anything feeling out of place was an understatement to how she felt on the group. She could perhaps trust Takeo a little but not enough to care like a friend just some passerby. Then again it's not like she knew them to much so perhaps time will change her choice. But until then she would need to actually care.

WC: 277
Total: 607 wc

A few seconds after having said his greeting Takeo seemed to furrow his brow a little as he glanced around the team. Despite leaving at a reasonable time Takeo was last to arrive again. It never seemed like he was far behind the others arrival but his lack of punctuality annoyed him a little. Even so the idea of trying to correct that seemed doubtful. "Yup!" Takeo replied cheerfully in response to his senseis question about their shuriken and kunai stock. Takeo hadn't really found a chance to use them much so only a one or two of his shurikens were a bit worn from being used but were usable none the less. Plus, Takeo didn't want to spend too much money on shuriken or kunai as he also had his trusty katana on hand but it seemed as of now that he rarely needed to use it in missions. However, that certainly didn't stop him from training his kenjutsu.

Takeo was curious as to what they'd be doing at the training grounds. Maybe it would be some simple training, some sort of test or maybe they would spar. Of course Takeo couldn't predict the future so he would just have to wait and see. Although Takeo never had the patience to wait for such things. It was obvious to the others in his team as he impatiently waited for his sensei. Gently tapping his foot and fiddling with hands and his long messy hair. As if he could style the mop upon his head to look any better. However, Takeo done his best to not pester anyone and continued to stand where he was until Miyamoto-sensei explained further on what they would be doing today or whether he'd begin to lead them to the training grounds.

Spoiler:

Musashi stabbed a piece of paper that the air brought with it on the ground. It was crumbled up. Musashi stopped it in order to dispose of it, so its material can be given to the friendly workers who will make a better product out of it via the generous practice of recycling. Before he did so, he managed to catch a glimpse of what the paper said. There was a major tea sale down in the Land of Tea, apparently. Musashi tossed it in the trash, and awaited to see how his team was doing while heading over to the grounds. As they had been marching towards the field, the streets of Konohagakure were suddenly littered with a variety of all you can choose - paper, plastic, gum, glass, inappropriate magazines. It was their duty as passer-byers and law abiding citizens to clean up whatever they could and just toss the trash off to the nearby cans.

"Off we go", Musashi had said bluntly as his nigh-lifeless team had understood the schedule for the day now. He jumped down from the building and landed on the streets. He marched in an exaggerated, awkward manner replicating the movements of a soldier. His arms flailed forcefully up and down sideways and his feet just marched stoutly onwards to the direction of the training grounds.

She carried on with the team as she saw sensei Musashi picking up some rubble. So she figured the idea and went along with in a silent manner. She knelt down to pick some trash up, most of it thankfully was paper and bottles, not to much glass like the last time she had done this. She ended up cutting her hand from it and so looked at her hand for a moment before carrying on to put the trash away rightfully. She didn't seem proud or happy to do so, just more blank and calmer than before. Perhaps it's because they were getting further from the crumbled faces that brought a sort of depressed emotion to herself. Even so she proceeded on to getting more trash with her hands and before long used to bottom of her shirt to carry some trash. It seemed odd to some but it was much more effective, even if her shirt was dirtied from it.

She carried onto her way as the group kept going and she kept picking up her own amount of trash, she began to notice the papers were very lewd, she stuffed the photos into the trash quickly with a sharp flustered face that almost matched the color of her hair being how red it was. She felt aggravated and shook her head to such before hurrying along. She frankly didn't want to see such filth, even sharp glass was better than looking at those photos, then again that was just her opinion. She began to pick up some more trash and even got some glass, yes she knew she could cut her hand but worse would be if she cut her feet since the piece was fairly large and would easily cause a problem if left there. Of course seeing her team go for the trash pick up didn't feel to odd. She didn't care for them however she could live with it so long as this was their goal rather than trying to irritate her.

WC: 338
Total: 945 wc

Once they were told what mission they would be doing Takeo was once again reminded that he was still a genin. He hoped that he wouldn't have to be stuck with these lowly missions much longer. Takeo hoped that the rank of chunin would soon be in his grasp and he could actually feel a bit more useful. Sure, missions like these helped the village and Takeo was aware of that but he was pretty sure no one acknowledged them for doing the grunt work. He let out a sigh and followed Miyamoto-sensei of the building and into the streets. It surprised Takeo how much garbage there was littered on the ground. He wondered if Konoha was always this dirty or if it had just recently accumulated. Either way Takeo was reminded how oblivious he could be to his surroundings sometimes.

Takeo was quick to find his first piece of rubbish. A sweet wrapper lay on the ground, a few feet away from a bin. Are some people here really that lazy? Takeo thought to himself as he picked up the wrapper and put it into the bin. The process continued as Takeo made his way further along the street. Cartons, newspapers, tissues and some plastic bottles. All of which were put into the recycling bin. Takeo never understood how the process of recycling worked so he was never sure what could and couldn't be recycled so he took a while on making sure the items being put in could be recycled.

It didn't take long for Takeo to stumble upon the more intriguing pieces of litter. Those being the magazines that contained the inappropriate material. Takeo couldn't help but take a glimpse at the magazines that seemed to have magically appeared onto the streets. Takeo picked one up after making sure no one was looking and attempted to quickly open one. Unfortunately for Takeo the magazine had some pages that seemed to be stuck together. It didn't take long for the poor genin to put two and two together which soon lead to him running for the nearest source of water to clean his hands with. He quickly entered and then left a nearby store, a few Ryo lighter and he now had a bottle of water which he quickly emptied on both hands. "Never again...never again." Takeo mumbled to himself as he continued to pick up the litter on the ground, now with a more saddened look on his face. It was clear his day hadn't gotten of the best of starts. He guessed this was some sort of karma or something of the sort. Takeo just hoped such an event would soon be forgotten by his team mates although he doubted it.

Word count: 453

Musashi found himself extending his hand in this little eco-friendly team activity. Seeing his students pick themselves up and get down and dirty on street litter, for at least a few moments, made him insignificantly proud. He saw food wrappers here and there; some had well known burger labels on them while others have an imprint from a dango shop not too far away from here. Musashi did like that dango shop, but hadn't gone to it ever since he was Hokage. They'd only do this once really, for it's not like Musashi is gonna go out of his way to clean up a bit of the village streets every single time they have a meet. That was up to other Genin to do, the little brats showing qualified resumes as public custodians and professional cleaners. Though they did not provide much of a combat pressure, they did place an incentive on basic work ethic, which is something needed to strengthen a shinobi's resolve when going out of the village for the first time. Some are shaky, and some leap with joy. After he did that, Musashi decided to use his own skills to clean off some of the more tricky situations in a more handy way. Taking out a Takashi blade, he aligned the back of his body parallel to the edge of a building wall, in firm contact as if he were scaling it. Just a meter or so away from him was a very sticky bud of gum, sticking out. As he did not have gloves, he did not want to touch it, but he did want to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Kicking a bin right underneath were the gum would fall, Musashi inched forward as if he were battling a bear. Arm raised, the legendary blade raised above his shoulder, Musashi brought it down with extreme precision and speed, cutting the gum right at the sticky point clean off as a swordsman would cut down a stalk of bamboo. The gum fell right in the bin, not even having a chance to put some of its elastic fragments on the superior edge of his sword. He followed this up with ten other pieces of gum, and would sheath his sword afterwards.

Musashi returned back to his group. He noticed a group of juice boxes near him that he has to clean up, and walking on over as if he were on a hurry, Musashi picked up two of the crumpled, excessively crushed boxes as well as what appears to be a semi-wet business card (from some foreign flower shop) and tossed it right in the trash without uttering a single word. Making his way over to Hitomi, and stopped abruptly besides her upon seeing a line of red that ran down a finger. "Hmph..." Musashi hmpd'ed. Musashi advanced forward and would extend his hand to hold Hitomi's injured hand with his fingertips as if he were lifting it, before running over to god knows where. Musashi returned with bandage cloth and gesture to Hitomi to wrap it up, after washing away the blood of course. He'd be in time to see Takeo coming back, with a surprisingly sullen expression on his face...

Musashi would then walk to the training fields.


OOC: We get 80 ryo bonus. post here:
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