Chapter 43: Chapter 43
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By the time a month had passed, the social hierarchy had settled down in the school. Everyone knew how everyone was treated, by sight if not by name. The Slytherins were the most obvious with this, pandering to young Draco Malfoy in quite the unsubtle manner. Only skilled or experienced eyes picked out the beginnings of the resentment that would surface later on, where the true king of the snake it would be revealed. And this was fed by the fact that Malfoy, with his family in such a high position, not only as socialites, but as the true driving force behind the Ministry, commanded obedience in more than his year. In a house of the ambitious, nothing rankled more than being under another.
But after that first month, Harry was dealt a profound blow in his self esteem. It was quite shocking to find that his much vaunted genjutsu were not the ultimate weapon he had envisioned and previously observed as being. For one thing, they refused to work completely on the half giant, Hagrid, or the part goblin Flitwick. For another thing, certain people like Dumbledore and McGonogall seemed to be able to sense the fact that there was something wrong in the presence of a genjutsu. Harry wondered if the only reason they had not passed it of as anything more than an odd feeling was because he had not subjected any of them to nightmare forming or reality masking genjutsu. No doubt they were somehow inherently able to determine that their perceptions were being tampered with, at least subconsciously. Thankfully, camouflage and invisibility genjutsu were still effective. Then again, they had never been tested against magical detection spells or wards., not active ones at any rate. And he doubted that magical sensing would detect any kind of clones as "alive".
What this meant was that now he had to retrain his skills to be primarily non chakra based. It was going to take a while, but now he had to restrain the urge to throw up a genjutsu as his preferred first response to future interlopers. It was then that he remembered that the "native" ninja seemed to be able to detect his usage of chakra. Harry clamped down the urge to be childish and either scream or pout. Was all his previous training just a waste? "Looks like I am headed for the forest sooner rather than later..." he mused.
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Tetsuya silently paced in front of the outpost of Hakumei. Sure the forest was full of such nice and lovely creatures, like centaurs, acromantula, that insane werewolf couple, the rest of the set of average forest dwelling life forms he lacked sufficient interest in to warrant even the looking up of a name and what not. But it was still boring. The two "sentries" were out on patrol and he was getting bored. Ninja were such active humans that spending too much time actually motionless was quite impossible. Unless of course, you were an elder, like Hayate, or one of the diplomats, like Takeda. Those inhuman fellows were perfectly fine meditating motionless for hours on end. Tetsuya was neither elder nor diplomat. He was a poor genius of a ninja who had finally comprehended the fact that real missions are mostly boring. He was here for his weekly report, basically that he still had a stalker, but was unable to do a thing. Quite depressing for a so called prodigy of the generation. And then he saw the twitch. A bush that was purposely disturbed, to warn of company. The ninja had returned. Now Taka would finally get his report and he could go back to his useless post in the castle. He turned around. And was shocked.
"YOU!"
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In Kyoto, magical capital of Japan, was also the home of Hakumei, the twilight guard of the magical empress, whose magical ancestor had been swiped out from the by then more "Rational" and less believing people somewhere in the 1700s. The current empress was considered the direct descendant of Amaterasu and was literally god. The fact that the magical royal family seemed to have immense and far from normal power and were near invincible sorcerers were not unhelpful to their image. In truth, the shadow emperors and empresses tended to go with magically strong spouses, eugenics that worked since the most powerful tended to be what the British tended to call Halfbloods. The somewhat strict society was flexible and benevolent enough that the few rebels were power hungry as opposed to righteous.
It was underneath this court of the gods, 12 levels below to be precise, that Hayate of the wind visited the room that was quite frankly known to exactly seven people in the living world, sole occupant included.
"Lady Chiyo, it is agreeable to see you"
Hayate was in his mid forties, a perfectly average man, one that was one of the most dangerous men on the planet. His speed, his strength, his skill was all legend. A god in his own right.
Opposite him sat a frail looking old woman, short and wrinkled, with pupil less eyes. The most gifted seer in Japan, Chiyo was also blind, two hundred years old and quadriplegic.
"Indeed young lord, your visits are far less than they once were. I rejoice in your success."
During the first few years at the top, Hayate had consulted frequently with the venerable lady, who unlike Trelawney, actually was rather rational and not prone to predicting the untimely demise of random people. She was the secret advisor, somebody whose life force would remain as long as she served the line of Amaterasu, a pesky little chinese ritual that also kept the immortal emperor, immortal, though, his was linked to his willingness to serve and better his people and lands.
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