Chapitre 58: CH_2.27 (058)
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Takuma breathed out a shaky sigh as he hobbled out of the medical tent. Whatever Shady Guy had given him had dulled the pain, but his body felt stiff like a wooden plank. He would be as good as a standing target if he entered a fight like this. He needed to regain functional combat mobility before the fight started.
"You have been busy the last two months," Takuma said to Maruboshi, who accompanied him out. "I haven't seen you once since I've been in basic training."
"A mission took me and a team outside the village. We were posted on a trade route with reports of being targeted by bandits and thieves targeting cargo caravans. What was supposed to be a quick string of arrests turned into rooting out a cartel hiding deep inside a forest."
"That sounds exciting," Takuma said, stretching his torso.
Maruboshi shook his head. "It was not. We had to ensure not to make our presence known. If the travelers got to know that shinobi were hunting down bandits, they might take a different route to avoid any problem, which would affect the toll fee collection on the route. The patron didn't want that. We pretended to be travelers and went back and forth along the route, waiting for a bandit to target us. When we got one in the trap, we found out about the cartel growing in the forest. Then we had to plan how to root them out with the numbers we had. It took a lot of time in the jungle to find them. What was supposed to be a somewhat long C-rank mission turned into an almost B-rank mission purely on the scale of the problem we ended up dealing with."
From Maruboshi's sigh, Takuma felt he shouldn't have asked.
"How has your time as a genin been?" Maruboshi asked with a smile.
"I have been punched, kicked, slashed, stabbed, thrashed, had my bones broken, and anything else you can think of, more in these two months than in my entire life," said Takuma. "On the other hand, I learned how to tree-climb, so I guess that balances things out," he had multiple times pretended to be Spiderman in his home by scaling the walls and ceiling, friendly neighborhood vigilante style.
He appreciated Maruboshi's company. He didn't like to think about tests, presentations, and interviews on the day they were supposed to happen. His preparations would end the day before, and the day itself was for relaxing before nervousness kicked in at the last moments. This kept his mind off the fight.
"I would've never expected you to choose a Raiton(Lightning) jutsu for your first. I had pegged you to have chosen either Katon(Fire) or Futon(Wind) as your first," said Maruboshi.
"Maybe I should've gone that way. Shokku is weak," Takuma clicked his tongue. He had to use the jutsu thrice on a prone Arisu, and she could still overpower him in the ending tussle. If not for the lucky dagger, he might've not won the fight. "I visited your home when I was deciding, but you had already left," he sighed. He wished he had chosen one of the alternatives. Even then, he hadn't chosen either Katon or Futon as his second jutsu.
"Did you check your affinity before choosing your jutsu?" asked Maruboshi.
"Affinity? How do you…."
Takuma trailed off when he noticed Yoshio walk towards them. He glanced behind Yoshio and saw that the shinobi had returned for their lunches.
"Is it time?" he asked.
Yoshio nodded and walked into the medical tent.
Takuma turned to Maruboshi. "I guess this is it. Wish me luck." The time for nervousness had arrived. He felt his body temperature rise as it would always in moments of high stake.
"You have worked hard. I believe that you will win. Do you believe you will win?" asked Maruboshi.
Takuma nodded.
"That's all you need."
The tent flap was pushed apart, and Yoshio stepped out, followed by Nenro, accompanied by Ai. Their eyes met, but neither said any words and chose to observe the other.
Takuma smiled dryly. Nenro was wearing a fresh set of clothes. Except for bruises on both sides of his jaw and the black eye on the right eye, Takuma couldn't see any visible injuries. This meant that if he wanted to hit somewhere it hurt, he would need to find it through Nenro's reaction. On the other hand, Takuma was wearing the same set that had shredded, ripped, and torn all over from his fight with Arisu, readily showing the bandages underneath.
"Any of you want to forfeit before we head over?" Yoshio asked.
Both shook their heads.
They had fought to fight this particular fight.
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There were more people in the audience than before lunch. The line around the field had thickened, and many more shinobi were perching in the trees to observe the fight from a distance. A few people went around the crowd, collecting money for the rampant betting that was the main attraction of the tournament.
The announcer walked to the middle of the field and stood at the center for a moment until he had everyone's attention.
"Every year, a new batch of genin joins the shinobi, pledging their services to the Hokage, the village, and the nation. To protect those who need safety, help those who need assistance, and strike fear in the hearts of our enemies," said the announcer, and the shinobi around them replied in agreement. "We put these genin through training, and at the end of that, we chose the best, and they participate in this tournament to prove themselves. The one who prevails gets rewarded.
"Yesterday and today, we saw these genin fight, and now two of them remain," the announcer raised his arms, pointing to Takuma and Nenro, who stood on the opposite sides. "Takuma and Nenro, both of them fought valiantly. Even now, they're injured, coming straight from the medical tent. Isn't this what being a shinobi is like? Facing danger when you've just barely got out of another with your life?"
The response from the crowd was the loudest.
"I think I have said enough. What remains is for these two shinobi to decide the victor," said the announcer before stepping back.
Takuma didn't hear a word that came out of the announcer's mouth. His attention was focused on Nenro, who had his eyes closed. When the announcer finished his opening speech, Nenro opened his eyes, Takuma stood from his kneel, and both walked into the field.
Takuma observed Nenro— was there a limp in his leg, which side was he preferred, was there an asymmetry in his arm movements, or anything that would tell him where to focus his strikes. But Nenro seemed to come prepared or had been healed well because he gave nothing away.
As they approached closer, Nenro's stride fastened until he was running towards Takuma, who silently pulled out a kunai. Nenro, racing into range, leaped for him, and Takuma feinted with a kunai throw before raising his leg to kick, catching him somewhere in the side. The power in Nenro's jump and the angle of Takuma's kick took them tumbling to the ground, and then they were rolling and fighting, with Takuma trying his best to batter or stab Nenro.
He jabbed a senbon into Nenro's calf, pulling it out immediately to draw blood, the heavy smell of blood no longer made him retch. They scuffled a little more, and Nenro got his legs around one of Takuma's thighs and pushed off.
Takuma screamed, pain assaulting him. Desperate not to get body-locked, Takuma thrashed around and caught Nenro's chin with his foot. He scooted back, scrambling to his feet, his left knee ready to give out from under him.
Nenro dipped into his weapons pouch, and as the arm pulled to the front, Takuma caught the sight of something red. He was already sprinting before he even completely processed that Nenro was pulling an explosion tag.
Surprised by Takuma, Nenro's arm holding the tag-added kunai froze for a moment too long. He couldn't throw it now without getting into the explosion's range. The hold changed, and he slashed it at Takuma, who twisted out of the way, but not without pulling the fluttering explosion tag away from the kunai.
Both realized that the position had switched. Takuma tried to pull back, but Nenro stuck to him. It took one fist to the face and two to the chest for Takuma to realize that holding the tag had essentially handicapped one of his hands. If Takuma couldn't use the tag, he needed to get rid of it. So, he let Nenro tear it.
Nenro grabbed the tag the very second it came into his rage. As his eyes went to the tag, he missed the elbow of Takuma's other hand smashing into the side of his head. The tag was ripped in half, but Nenro stumbled only to get a spinning hook kick to assault his face. Takuma then completed the combo with a straight kick into the chest that sent Nenro flying several feet.
Takuma, not wanting to exploit the opportunity, chased after Nenro, but as he took one step forward, his leg exploded in pain. His knee buckled so badly that he was forced to kneel. It was the foot that Arisu had sheared with her fuma blade and the same foot that Nenro had gotten a hold of. He must've torn what Shady Guy had patched up.
"FUCK!" he screamed.
That was all the time he had to acknowledge the pain spike as he somehow stood up and started to weave hand seals. If he couldn't stab, he was going to shoot. Takuma's hands moved sluggishly as it took an ungodly amount of effort to direct the chakra with the pain clouding his focus.
Nenro looked like an undead zombie when he got up. He looked like he couldn't stand in one spot with the amount he swayed. When Takuma shot the lightning bolt, it took an ugly jump to the ground for him to dodge.
Takuma screamed in frustration as he readied another Raiton: Shokku(Lightning Release: Shock). But as the lightning bolt formed in front of his palm, Nenro threw a bunch of shuriken at him. Takuma bit his tongue as the shuriken flew toward him. He couldn't hold the lightning bolt and shoot at command as it only zapped forward the moment the orb was complete.
He waited till the last moment, hoping for the jutsu to complete before the shuriken poked holes in him. He dropped to the ground to escape the wide spray of shuriken, and the lightning bolt, finally ready, shot toward the sky
The pain in his leg made Takuma dizzy. As he got up, his vision blurred, and he almost fell back down. By the time his vision was back up, Takuma was watching Nenro forming hand seals.
"That's not how you do that jutsu," said Nenro as he aimed his open palm toward Takuma. Arcs of lightning snaked around his arm, concentrating into an orb in front of his palm. "This is how it is done."
Takuma's eyes widened as the orb turned into a lightning bolt. Everything was different— the speed, the power, the intensity— Takuma's version was outclassed in every single way. He tried to get away, but his leg betrayed him, and the lightning bolt struck his shoulder.
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Nenro watched as Takuma dropped to the ground. He felt drained. He had used Genjutsu Shibari(Genjutsu Binding) twice and Katon: Enbu no Jutsu (Fire Release: Mist Waltz Technique) once against Masaaki and now using Raiton: Shokkuagainst Takuma had used too much chakra.
If he was in his top condition, he could cast another Enbu no Jutsu or Shokku— but right now, with the injuries he had, he knew that a single weak cast of Genjutsu Shibari would be a stretch for him.
He dragged himself towards Takuma. The fact that the announcer hadn't interrupted meant that Takuma hadn't been declared unable to fight. He took out a kunai to end the fight with a 'fake' stab.
He had won. In a few seconds, he would've proved he was the best among his peers. And he would've established that in front of a crowd of chunin. They had bet money on every fight, and in doing that, they had seen his name, spoken his name— and they'll remember that name. If the chunin considered him valuable, they would choose him when they assembled teams for higher-ranked missions. He needed that to rise quickly in the ranks. His plans for getting selected by a jonin hadn't been successful. If that had succeeded, he wouldn't have tried so hard— but in the Genin Corps, where the mandatory service as genin was thirty months, he needed positive looks for higher-ups with power to fast-track it.
He looked down at Takuma, shaking while grabbing his shoulder with painful groans. There was no competition. Takuma had fought well, but Nenro knew from the start that as long as he survived Masaaki, he would win.
"I will treat you to lunch later," he muttered and knelt to end the fight.
Takuma stopped shaking, and the next thing Nenro knew, dirt was thrown into his face.
Nenro hurriedly squinted his eyes and started rubbing them to get the dirt out of his eyes in alarm. It was a beat later, he realized that Takuma had been pretending to be prone. He was in danger.
'I need to get away!'
But it was too late as he heard a painful roar before Takuma's hands slammed into his ears. Nenro didn't need the ringing in his ear and the urge to puke to realize that his eardrums had just ruptured. He kicked on instinct and his foot made contact.
Nenro scuttered away and stood up as he continued to rub one eye as his other hand held up a kunai. He felt exposed and scared. He couldn't see anything, and neither could he hear anything. His sense of smell didn't help him at all.
He managed to painfully open his eyes to see Takuma standing in front of him. Pain marred his face, and he looked absolutely terrible. But that wasn't Nenro's focus. His one eye was fixed on the hand seal formed by Takuma's eyes.
What was that jutsu?! How had Takuma managed to hide another jutsu till now?!
The sunny day with a clear sky suddenly turned into winter without cold as thick mist suddenly invaded the surroundings. Within seconds, Nenro went from being able to see the horizon to not seeing what was a few steps in front of him. He couldn't see in any direction. Even when he looked up, the mist was all he saw.
Was this genjutsu? He immediately tried to interrupt the mental energies to break the genjutsu, but the mist didn't disappear.
This wasn't a genjutsu.
It was then he realized why Takuma had damaged his ear rather than when he could've used that effort to stab him.
He couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear anything. He had been trapped.
*Thwip*
Nenro felt a thud in his back, and he knew he had been hit with something. A grunt escaped him, and three more things pierced his body.
Nenro closed his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he could feel sharp pain despite having been given medicine that dulled the pain told how much damage had been done to his body. If only it wasn't Masaaki that he had fought.
But he couldn't give up.
He could win this. He always did.
He just needed to push through….
And those were Nenro's thoughts as he collapsed down to the ground with four kunai sticking out from his back.
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Chapitre 59: CH_2.28 (059)
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Recovering after the final tournament taught Takuma the importance of— if he could put it plainly— not getting his body fucked during a fight because even with the miraculous power of iryojutsu, the recovery period was just plain awful. There was a limit before the iryojutsu healing became a burden on the body, and natural healing with time was needed to get it back to top shape.
Around-the-clock stiffness, spikes of pain on even the slightest movements, and the annoyance that came along with everything were just miserable. Even after almost a week of bed rest, he felt frustrated that his body wasn't moving as he wanted it to. However, he was thankful to be out of bed. As much as he enjoyed rest and looked forward to sleeping in his bed after a tough day of work— the sweet instant sleep that came after collecting fatigue throughout the day was a bliss of the highest kind— but spending every moment tied to a room got tiring real quick.
Dressed in the Leaf shinobi uniform, Takuma walked into one of the administrative buildings in the shinobi cantonments in the village. He asked around and found his way to one of the many small offices lining a corridor. Takuma knocked on the door and stood by the threshold until Yoshio called him in.
"Come sit," said Yoshio from behind the neat but packed desk with documents, stationary, desk decorations, and photo frames. The sight of the burly chunin, with the body rivaling a professional bodybuilder, sitting behind an office desk looked stage to Takuma's eyes.
"Good afternoon, sir," Takuma said as he sat across from his instructor. The room was a small office with one wall covered with filing cabinets, drawers, and shelves, filled with files, scrolls, and paperwork. The other walls were covered with calligraphy hanging scrolls, a fish ink print, some old weapons, a collection of fuinjutsu tags under a photo display, and other shinobi-related knick-knacks
"How're you feeling?" asked Yoshio as he set aside the documents he worked on.
"Stiff, sir. Iryo-nin's healing has worked wonders as always, and I believe I'm ready for duty."
"Good, good. It wouldn't have looked good if you were absent during your batch's briefing." Takuma's batch of genin had been given a ten-day break till the start of the following month before they officially started as on-duty genin. "Do you know why I called you here?"
Takuma gave his words a short thought. "My reward for winning the final tournament," he decided to be direct. The thing that kept him alive during his recovery was the thought of his pending reward. He looked forward to his first C-rank jutsu.
Yoshio grinned with a snicker. "Right, the reward. I didn't expect out of everyone in the batch, you'd be to receive it. I bet myself that it would again go to one of the clan brats who didn't appreciate it. A fresh surprise for it to go to someone who it'd truly help," he got up from his desk and asked Takuma to follow.
They exited the building, and Yoshio led them deeper into the cantonment where they arrived at a heavily guarded building with high and thick walls. The building was unmarked and looked unremarkable in every way except for the fact that they had to go through three layers of security, each with increasing levels of security and a number of shinobi who scrutinized both Yoshio and Takuma with unguarded suspicion and distrust. They checked their shinobi identification and asked them to submit their weapon packs on the counters before letting them enter.
Yoshio handed one of the guards something and told him something while Takuma was submitting his weapon packs. The same guard then led them into the building.
"What is this place, sir?" Takuma whispered to Yoshio as they followed the guard.
"It's the C-rank jutsu archive," Yoshio didn't hush his voice.
Takuma couldn't have been more shocked. The D-rank jutsu archive hadn't been anything like that. He had been let inside the archive after a simple ID check. The amount of security seemed overkill. Takuma wanted to know more, but the vibe of the place kept him silent. He would ask more questions when they got out of the premises.
They were led to an empty room with nothing but a small desk and a few chairs with a single shelf fixed on a barren wall that held a few binders. Yoshio told Takuma to sit down before turning to the guard, who handed Yoshio a square slip of paper.
As Yoshio sat down, Takuma looked at the guard, who didn't go out and continued to stand near the wall next to the door, staring at them. He made hard eye contact with Takuma, who was the first to avert his eyes.
"Here, hold this," Yoshio handed the slip of paper to Takuma.
The paper was rough, unlike the commercial paper made by machines; instead, it felt like handmade craft paper with an uneven surface. It had a dirty, dull grayish tone and was smaller than a standard post-it note.
Takuma looked up at Yoshio, confused, not knowing what to do with the slip.
"Your Raiton jutsu, it doesn't work good for you, does it?" said Yoshio. "You must've felt it difficult to learn and improve your proficiency in it. Nenro used the same jutsu— that's how it's supposed to work and not how you do it."
Takuma pursed his lips, feeling bitter. He had looked back on the fight in his recovery. After the surprise that Nenro had chosen the same jutsu as him and hadn't said a word to him about it, his thought had gone to how much better this teammate was at the jutsu than him. It wasn't even a competition. It wasn't just that. Nenro knew three jutsu— two ninjutsu and one genjutsu— and from the sound of it, he was better at the other two than he was at Raiton: Shokku(Lightning Release: Shock). It filled the quota for the regular dent in his confidence.
"Don't feel bad about it, it's only partially your fault," Yoshio said.
"What do you mean?" Takuma sighed, a headache overcoming him.
"Every person's chakra has a level of affinity towards one of the five basic nature transformations: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Lightning. Learning ninjutsu matching your affinity is much easier to learn and improve in than one that's not your affinity. I believe the reason why you were so much worse than Nenro is that he has a high affinity toward lightning, while yours is pretty low. That's why shinobi find their highest affinity and stick to it as the jutsu came easier to them."
Takuma frowned at the paper slip as he listened to Yoshio. He felt like he was forgetting something.
"That," Yoshio pointed at the paper slip, "will tell you your highest affinity."
Takuma's frown deepened before his brows went to his hairline. "No, no, no," he remembered… he remembered what he had forgotten. The paper slip. He knew what the paper slip was. He had seen it used in the manga once when Naruto learned his Futon: Rasenshuriken.
"What happened?" asked Yoshio, confused.
Takuma grabbed his head as he groaned. "I knew this existed, but I forgot. I didn't check my affinity when I chose my jutsu. I wasted mission points, time, and effort."
If he had checked his affinity against the paper slip, he would've known which element to focus on. The time saved on learning jutsu, he could've put into improving his lacking taijutsu skills. There were so many things he could've done.
"Not necessarily," said Yoshio.
Takuma looked up at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Yoshio pointed at the paper slip. "Do you know how much one of these small slips costs? If you bought one, you wouldn't have been able to buy your jutsu. Chakra Induction Paper is made from a special tree grown and fed with chakra. The tree needs to reach maturity before it can be processed into paper and the maturity period is twenty years. The care put into growing that tree is massive, making them rare. This small slip would've drained your mission points, and even then, you wouldn't be able to buy it."
Takuma ogled the slip in his hand. Suddenly he felt anxious holding something so precious. He put it down on the table, fearing it would get wet from his sweaty hands.
"For most people, it's beneficial for them to go through all five releases to find their affinity because that's cheaper than buying one of these," said Yoshio. "I bought this for you, this wasn't supposed to be part of the reward. I was going to bring you here, let you look at the catalog, and whatever you chose, it was yours."
"Why?"
"Let's just say you winning the tournament was good for me."
Takuma wouldn't lie by saying that he didn't feel touched.
"Now, channel some chakra into the slip and get this moving. I don't have time to sit with you for the entire day,"
That felt more like it.
Takuma picked the slip and channeled chakra into it. He felt the paper absorbing the chakra, and almost instantaneously, the paper turned a dirty brown like a litmus paper and crumbled away into dirt.
He looked at Yoshio. "Earth?" he asked.
Yoshio nodded. "Yes, earth. You have the highest affinity toward Doton jutsu. That's surprising. I thought it would be water with how well you performed Suiton: Kirigakure Jutsu. But it seemed I was wrong. Was it easy to learn that jutsu?"
"…It was easier than Raiton: Shokku," said Takuma. He had picked up Suiton: Kirigakure Jutsu(Water Release: Hiding in The Mist Jutsu) after being sick of failing at Raiton: Shokku(Lightning Release: Shock) as a second option which fortunately ended up working better for him.
Suiton: Kirigakure Jutsu covered the surroundings in a thick mist and allowed the shinobi to control the thickness with their chakra. When the opponent lost their visibility and the means to defend against attacks, it was time to strike in the 'dark' and finish them. It was a useful jutsu he remembered being used by Zabuza during the 'Bridge Arc.'
"You must've worked hard on it, and it paid off," Yoshio got up and walked to the wall shelf to retrieve a binder. "These are the C-rank Doton jutsu accessible to everyone with enough mission points. Whatever you choose— doesn't have to be a Doton jutsu— it's already paid for. Choose one and let him know," Yoshio pointed to the shinobi guard. "Take your time, I'm leaving."
After Yoshio left, Takuma began to flip through the catalog. Compared to the D-rank archive, there were lesser options in C-rank library's catalog, but the options were still enough that he knew he wouldn't be able to choose on the spot.
He turned to the shinobi guard. "Is there any way I can get a copy of this binder to take home?"
"No," the guard frowned. "Nothing inside this facility leaves the premises. If you want to read the catalog, you read it in this room. If you're granted access to a jutsu, you read it here. Nothing will leave the premise."
"Wait… I won't get a jutsu scroll if I buy one?!"
"No."
Takuma's mouth hung for a moment before he gulped and asked, "May I ask why? I mean, I got the D-rank jutsu scrolls to take home."
It wouldn't have been a problem if a jutsu scroll was only a set of hand seals as that could be memorized in a single sitting, but it wasn't just that— the research that came after the hand seals and the rudimentary tenketsu chart was the critical part about the jutsu. The research material described the intricacies of chakra that happened while casting the jutsu and how the transformed chakra interacted with the mind and body. For Raiton: Shokku, there was an entire section on how the lightning bolt was made and how making a mistake during the casting could electrocute the user. There were specific instructions on how not to do that and what to do if the casting was interrupted in the middle so that the shinobi could avoid a backlash. The Suiton: Kirigakurescroll had vital information like how to dynamically control the density of the mist after casting— if he didn't read that portion of the scroll, he wouldn't have been able to adjust the mist's thickness, and it would come out a random thickness as he wasn't skilled enough to get it right every time during casting.
"Do you want to be kicked out?" asked the shinobi guard.
Takuma promptly shut up, even though he thought the guard was rude. He could guess why the jutsu scrolls weren't issued for those who purchased them. Giving out copies of jutsu meant inviting piracy and illegal copies. The state wouldn't like a black market of powerful jutsu scrolls floating around in the wild.
A large disclaimer on Takuma's D-rank scrolls warned him not to copy the scroll's content and sell the copies(or original). Everything was forbidden, highly illegal, and a criminal offense punishable by law. And Takuma didn't want to do that. The shinobi court of law wasn't kind to those who broke its rules— the punishments were much more severe than their civilian counterparts.
The only thing you could do with the scroll was to sell it back to the state, who did buy back the original scrolls if a shinobi wished to sell them back.
He sighed again. With no choice, he opened the catalog and began reading.
It looked like he would be visiting the C-rank jutsu archive a lot in the future.
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AN:
[1] That's it for ARC-02! ARC-03 is next. I was looking at ARC-03 doc, and it was shit. I'm not a editing guy to make everything correct, but even I was ashamed to see how many mistakes I had let past. It was like I had written the entire thing half-asleep. Will take a day or two to edit everything out to the best of my ability. See you guys soon.
[2] Even though I have already written fifteen chapters in ARC-03, I'm ALWAYS open to ideas. So, if you guys have something you wish to see, put them in the comments— I read everything. Your suggestions can be about anything— but here are some talking points:
-- Setting: We are officially entering the Genin Corp, how do you guys think it should be.
-- Takuma: What all changes do you want to see in him. This category is for personality and such. What do you wish to see more in Takuma.
-- Relationships: This isn't limited to romantic relationships(Takuma is too young for that). It can be anything from friendships to rivalry to antagonistic relationships, or any form of relationship.
-- Everything Else: As I said, everything's welcome.
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STATUS UPDATE
[Complete] ARC-02: The Nourishing Training Camp for Top Genin
Chapters: 28
Word Count: 60,446
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