Chapitre 211: CH_6.40 (211)
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While Anko believed that her genin wouldn't give her incorrect information, she already held some healthy skepticism that the joint exercise wasn't just for the purpose of training and that Masumoto Shohei was trying to make a name for himself by using her as a stepping-stone. Thinking about a situation from both sides of the spectrum was always helpful for analysis.
It angered her very much so, but logic and reasoning prevailed. Even if it was true, she wasn't that worried about it. She understood that her reputation as the Snake's student would haunt her for life—but people liked to forget that the Snake was one of the Legendary Sannin and she was his student. As ill-fated as their relationship was, he had taught her his techniques. If they thought she was some small fry that could be swept aside, they were sorely mistaken.
She always welcomed the opportunity to present a feast to her babies.
Anko had already thought of a way to handle the situation, but it seemed that Takuma had his own thoughts. She was interested to know what little scheme he'd cooked in his head. He had ruined the chances of Team-9 getting on the precursor mission thanks to the stunt he pulled with the Hidden Steam's Benzou—and she was mighty displeased to know that he had been in contact with Benzou behind her back.
It wasn't that he had talked with Benzou, which pissed her off, but the fact that he hadn't told her about his involvement.
She was of the mind to shut Takuma down and take control of the situation as a punishment, but she decided to let him have a go. Going behind her back was his first offense, and she was willing to give people a second chance.
Her five genin were a good group of shinobi. They had bright futures ahead of them.
Iori had a good head on her shoulder, and Anko was sure she had what it took to become a chunin through her fuinjutsu. The girl had a prosperous future like most skilled fuin-nin.
Communication wasn't Rikku's strong suit, which meant it would take her more effort to rise up as she couldn't market herself properly, but if she kept improving, Anko was willing to bet that she would be one day made chunin and put on a strike team under a jonin's command.
There was nothing to be said about Kameko, she was the little miss of the Taketori clan and had enough political sway behind her that chunin was guaranteed—but that same sway could tie her down to the chunin rank and her further progress would solely depend if she could set herself apart. As she was now, 'Jonin Taketori Kameko' was simply a pipe dream.
Anko knew that Daiki would leave the service and return to being a civilian one day. His mindset wouldn't take him far as a shinobi and he would promptly switch to being an overpaid bodyguard for some rich mook—but that wasn't a bad thing.
Then there was Takuma. Everything about him painted a picture in Anko's mind. The boy was special. Not because he had some gift that made him valuable. It was the little things. It was as though he was carefully molded into being the ideal image of a shinobi. Lord Third Hokage was called the God of Shinobi and was the ideal in the minds of many. They wanted to be like him, mimic him in the hopes that they could achieve a fraction of what he had.
But in Anko's mind, the boy before her was so much closer to the ideal. The Hokage shone too brightly. Jonin, like the Copy Ninja and the Green Beast, had too strong of a presence. She had met the young Uchiha prodigy once, and all her senses whispered danger when he was just seated and silently sipping tea—she could only imagine what would happen if he had his eyes on her. Even Orochimaru, as much as he wanted to hide it, oozed malice that prickled—and his two peers, the Slug Princess and the Toad Sage, had similar problems.
Perhaps that was what happened when shinobi stood at those high stages.
But Takuma showed nothing. He didn't stand out and looked like an overworked grunt who couldn't catch a break half the time. Even with those scars of his—that by all right should make him look menacing—he seemed harmless—until he didn't. That lack of danger from him was what made him dangerous. People weren't cautious until they had a reason to be and Takuma didn't usually give people a reason to be cautious against him—so when he became a threat, it came as a massive surprise..
She had seen him fight Kameko and Rikku; both seemed like they could win until the last moment before they lost, and the conclusion seemed natural. In his fight against Rikku, Anko was so taken aback by her instincts, yelling at her that she needed to stop the fight or Rikku would be dead.
There was no reason for Takuma to kill Rikku, but seeing him atop her with a kunai, Anko genuinely thought he would for a moment.
When she found that Takuma had given Benzou the idea for the read, she was displeased, but she was also alarmed that a few words from a genin had led to something as big as the Gojiro Gold Mine operation with several jonin, dozens of chunin, and hundreds of genin involved—and it had happened just like Takuma wanted it to happen. Takuma had told her that he didn't think it would lead anywhere—but then it did—so was it intentional… or was it all by chance, as Takuma said.
She did not know but she was sure that Takuma would go a long way as a shinobi… if he managed to stay alive long enough.
Anko returned her attention back to Masumoto.
"As we discussed, as this is our first joint exercise, we will start with tag team sparring today," Masumoto said with a smile. "Only one member from each teams is allowed to spar at a time. If they lose they're replaced by one of their teammates and the spar continues. You can't stop sparring unless you lose—meaning no forfeiting. We—Chunin Mitarashi and I—will be recording everyone's performance and the people with the worst from both teams will be punished."
He looked at Anko and she nodded. They had decided that a tag team format spar would be a good exercise for both teams. Even though it was solo sparring, it was a team exercise if the teams strategized.
She turned to her team. "Decide who will go in first. Study your opponents and choose the matchups smartly. This is training; I want all of you to fight, so don't try to sit Iori and Daiki out.... Who's going first?"
Takuma turned to ask Kameko. "May I?" he asked.
Kameko thought for a moment before giving him the nod.
Takuma stepped closer to Anko and whispered in her ear. "We have an audience. He clearly invited people to watch…"
Anko turned her head to see groups of people walking toward them with a merry pep in their step as though they were about to watch an entertaining show. She glanced at Masumoto, who was conversing with his genin as though clueless to the gathering gallery.
"Then you better win," she said; a dangerous smile crept onto her face.
Takuma nodded. He turned away before facing Anko again; he hesitated for a moment before asking. "I will be embarrassing Masumoto Shohei—him directly. That's fine with you, right?"
Anko wondered what he meant, but she gave him the go ahead anyway.
She volunteered to referee the spars and stood between Takuma and Yuka, a new genin to Camp Banana. Takuma raised his hand to form the Seal of Confirmation that Yuka mimicked.
"Start."
Yuka jumped back, putting distance between her and Takuma, who remained in his place. He didn't pull out a kunai, which surprised Anko. She had sparred against him and seen enough of his spars against Rikku to know that he grabbed a kunai at the start of the fight. She was surprised again when Takuma approached Yuka measuredly. He either waited for his opponent to make a move or charged them at the first moment—this was once again different from his usual.
Yuka allowed Takuma to close the distance and then rushed him, abruptly changing from cautious to aggressive. Takuma didn't look surprised and received her effortlessly. She struck out fast and firm, aiming high for his head but Takuma kept pace and blocked all of her attacks .
Seeing that she failed to get him by surprise, Yuka fell back. Takuma, however, didn't allow that and moved forward with quick steps. He struck with a quick side-kick that Yuka blocked. Anko waited for Yuka to be blown back by the augmented blow, but it didn't happen. She looked at Takuma strangely; it was the perfect opportunity and he had more than enough time to prepare it.
'Why is he fighting weird?' she thought.
Yuka opted to take a stand and confront Takuma. She grabbed a kunai and pushed Takuma back, who once again didn't equip a kunai, electing instead to dodge Yuka's sharp blade play.
It had rained in the morning, leaving puddles in the fields. Their footwork sprayed standing water and dew, quickly drenching their pants. The sound of splashing water grew louder and chaotic as the fight picked up but Yuka wasn't able to nick a hair on Takuma's body.
He grabbed her arm, twisted her wrist to disarm her, and then headbutted her nose. She stumbled back, dazed, and he lightly kicked the back of her knee to force her down, running back and smashing a spinning kick into the side of her face.
The gallery cheered and hooted at the solid hit.
Anko glanced back and saw that more were joining the audience. Her eye went to Masumoto; displeasure flashed across his face, but he got his expression under control in a moment.
Yuka hit the ground and scampered back in an attempt to put some distance between them. When she tried to get up, she found the sharp tip of her dropped kunai held a few centimeters from her throat.
Takuma looked to Anko, waiting for her decision.
"Next," she said to Masumoto's team, who'd picked a genin called Akio..
Unlike Anko, Masumoto actively advised his team. He gazed at Takuma and pushed one of his genin forward. As Yuka walked back, Masumoto gave her a disapproving shake of his head and said something that made her face drop.
"Just a reminder, the use of ninjutsu is allowed," Takuma said to his new opponent. He threw Yuka's kunai away and raised his bare fists up. "You can use anything you want."
Akio was taken aback but pulled his hands up.
Anko smiled. She could tell what Akio was thinking. He was wondering if Takuma had reminded him of ninjutsu because he was going to use ninjutsu during the fight. A few words from Takuma had made Akio cautious and on the lookout.
Takuma very slowly stepped close to Akio and started with an intentionally telegraphed jab to Akio's guard. The strike was so light that it confused Akio, who struck out with a cross that Takuma effortlessly slapped aside and countered with a lightning-quick cross straight to the chest, bypassing Akio's half-guard. The cross tapped Akio's chest, once again not doing any real damage.
Akio frowned, anger flaring in his eyes. "Are you making fun—"
He wasn't able to complete his sentence as Takuma lightly kicked his calf with no real force behind it. Akio was so stunned that he forgot his anger for a moment before it flooded back in full force.
"I'm going to fuck you up," Akio spat heatedly and charged Takuma, who skipped back with a butterfly's grace.
Akio raged after him like a bull, with the intention to harm, each strike carrying the full force of his body. Takuma was the mirror opposite, the picture of calm. His defense was dexterous and he was agile on his feet—like he did with Yuka he evaded most of Akio's rush and blocked what he couldn't with a practiced ease.
Takuma continued to tap Akio with weak punches, striking through and around Akio's guard. The onlookers laughed every time Takuma managed to get a tap in, openly making fun of Akio, who only got angrier the more Takuma played with him. It was like Takuma was putting on a show—this was entertainment, not training. Akio was the bull, and Takuma, the matador, was doing his best to anger him more and more.
It was so unlike Takuma that Anko couldn't figure out his aim.
Takuma's core combat philosophy was to do hard damage and end fights as quickly as possible—no matter the execution, He aimed to do enough damage and pain that the opponent wouldn't want to fight. His augmented strikes landed where it would hurt the most, his kunai cut where it would bleed most. While most tried to do just enough damage to make their opponent surrender willingly, Takuma very much preferred to beat his opponent within an the inch of their lives, giving them one choice: surrender.
Akio threw a kunai at Takuma's face from a very short distance. Takuma caught it, and in the same continuous, fluid motion, he flung it back at Akio's legs. The kunai didn't draw blood and only lightly ripped Akio's pants at the inner thigh, very close to his crotch.
Akio flushed as she glanced at the spectators, who laughed like they were at a comedy show. He turned his eyes back at Takuma, who raised his hands and shrugged.
"Ninjutsu, c'mon."
Akio jumped back to put enough distance between them and then weaved hand seals for ninjutsu.
Unbothered, Takuma took out a shuriken and launched it toward Akio. The shuriken flew so fast that Akio was staggered. He abandoned the hand seals and skipped to the side, where another two shuriken landed next to his feet making him to a lurching stop. Three more shuriken passed by him, leaving rips in his clothes, and not breaking skin.
The next moment, Takuma was before Akio with a kunai in his hand. He tapped the shaken Akio's face with the flat of the kunai.
Takuma turned to Anko and said, "Next?"
Anko snorted and rolled her eyes at him.
"Next."
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Chapitre 212: CH_6.41 (212)
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On the sidelines, Team-9 watched the spars together. They should have been discussing their strategy, but that topic died when Takuma didn't use his chakra augmentation against his first opponent. Like Anko, they too, noticed that Takuma wasn't using his typical combat idiosyncrasies.
"I want to fight, too," Rikku said with irritation in her voice.
Daiki towered over her and draped her in his shadow. "We have just started, Miss Rikku. You will get to spar. Takuma has barely broken a sweat, and we are already two up. I think we will be winning this exercise," he had a rare half-malicious smile on his face.
He had already shared Masumoto's plan to upstage Anko with the rest of the team. They were naturally not fans of the plan, as using Anko to shine was the same thing as using them.
Standing on Rikku's other side, Kameko said, "She means that she might not get a chance to fight here." Her sharp eyes stared at Takuma's back, and as usual, she looked at him with obvious displeasure.
"What might you mean, Miss Kameko?" asked Daiki, confused. He knew that Takuma had asked Anko's permission to do something, but he didn't know what that something was.
"He's not coming back before he takes out their entire team," Iori answered with an amused snort. She looked at Kameko. "Am I right?"
Kameko nodded.
Iori continued, "Masumoto wants to use Anko and us. He even called everyone to watch," she gazed at the people standing a few paces away from them, "but Takuma's going to use them to make a mockery of Masumoto and his team. "A single member of Anko's Team-9 wiped the floor with Masumoto's Team-3"—if he succeeds, that'll be the possible gossip for the next few weeks. Depending on when Masumoto pulls it, Takuma might wipe the floor with them multiple times over."
"Then why are you so sour, Miss Kameko?" Daiki asked. Kameko and Takuma's arguments were always of interest to him; it was genuinely fascinating that they managed to argue about anything and everything.
"This affects the team; the team should handle it together," Kameko narrowed her eyes at Takuma, "but he's doing it all alone—that I don't like. The last time he did something on his own, he got chewed out by Toridasu in front of Shirakumo."
"Fascinating," Daiki smiled with admiration. He really wanted to give Kameko a round of applause for reacting as he expected her to. Absolutely hilarious.
"What?" Kameko frowned.
"Nothing, nothing at all. I agree that the entire team should be involved," Daiki said in support. "But as long as he's fighting, I don't think we'll get to do anything today."
Kameko clicked her tongue. She unsheathed her sword and started observing the edge of the blade.
Daiki chuckled merrily and returned his attention to the field where the third genin from Masumoto's Team-3 stepped to face Takuma. His name was Bun, and he was in his mid-twenties, three heads taller than Takuma, only slightly shorter than the giant Daiki, and was one of the oldest genin.
As Bun faced Takuma, the man looked nervous and even scared.
"That's strange, isn't it?" Daiki commented, seeing the nervousness of Bun.
"Bun, right?" Iori nodded in agreement. "Why isn't he acting like a douche? I expected him to try to make Takuma ask him to go easy on him by now."
"Exactly," said Daiki.
Bun had a particular reputation in Camp Banana. He was one of the oldest genin in Camp Banana and thought his seniority gave him the right to preach and push younger genin around because he was more experienced. His experience of many years couldn't be discounted, and he could pull his weight in a fight, which did yield him some privilege —but he was way too obnoxious about it. It was his way or the highway, and he'd shit on anyone who disagreed with him. The only people he listened to were the chunin and jonin, to whom he was utterly subservient.
No one really liked him, but they had to tolerate him because he got along with quite a few chunin, so seeing him act all nervous and scared was out of character for him.
"It's because of what happened in the gold mines," said Rikku. They looked at the girl who had sat down on the wet ground with a wince. "You all heard it, right? How Takuma tricked two enemies into surrendering and then killed them when they surrendered."
The team exchanged dark looks.
There were a lot of stories that floated upon their return to the base—and Takuma was one of the hottest topics. He was the mastermind behind the plan that killed the enemy iryo-nin and then murdered two enemy genin after they surrendered. The people who saw him had painted a picture of a cold-blooded murderer who lied as though it was his second-nature and had no mercy in his heart.
"I think he saw it first hand," Rikku pointed to Bam.
"He fears that Takuma will do something to him? That's ridiculous," said Daiki.
Iori breathed a heavy sigh. "Fears often are," she muttered, and everyone in the team heard her.
Takuma turned to look at them, and they froze. He gave them a comforting smile.
"C-Can he hear us?" asked Iori.
"He has terrifyingly sharp ears. He would make an excellent tracker," said Daiki, but he was similarly startled at the prospect of Takuma hearing them. That went beyond having sharp ears.
While Takuma was facing his team, faint courage flashed through Bun's eyes. He hastily raised his hands to weave hand seals for a ninjutsu.
"Takuma!" Daiki yelled to warn Takuma—but then Daiki clearly saw Takuma's eyes shift to Bun when the latter raised his hands for hand seals. Takuma calmly raised his hands as well and weaved hand seals of his own. Flaming tongues lit from the inside of Bun's mouth and streamed forwards. Takuma turned into a blur and vanished a split-second before his spot was engulfed by the flames.
Daiki's eyes darted, hurriedly seeking out Takuma, but the bright fires hampered his vision.
"Where is he?"
"There," Kameko pointed.
Takuma was a short distance away from the remains of the Fire-Release ninjutsu, completely unharmed by the flames.
"He used the Body Flicker," said Rikku.
"That's too risky," Kameko shook her head, stating that she wouldn't have used that move in the situation.
Rikku nodded in agreement but simultaneously said, "It's an open and flat field; there's only one enemy, and it was the first, and so far, only use. I can see why he thought the risk was acceptable."
The Body Flicker Jutsu was a jutsu that propelled the user forward at an extreme speed. Changing directions while using the jutsu was a herculean task until the end of the jutsu but because the body was physically propelled forward, the user had to prepare themselves for the extreme speed and then take a moment to gather themselves before doing so. This left them open for attack so those two moments that bookended the Body Flicker invited danger.
Takuma dashed to Bun the moment the Fire-Release ninjutsu ended. Bun drew the sword on his back and charged. Takuma pulled out a kunai as he engaged his opponent. Bun's experience showed as his movements became sharper and faster with time as he quickly fell into a rhythm. And yet, Bun was on the back foot, forced to react while Takuma dictated the flow of the battle.
He used the short kunai against the long sword, skilfully parrying the attacks. Even an untrained civilian could tell that Takuma's footwork was far superior as he moved in and out of Bun's range, dancing around Bun's sword that seemed incapable of slicing anything other than the open wind. Takuma's control over his body allowed him to use the humble kunai to make Bun look like a novice.
Bun made the mistake of giving into frustration. One over-committed downward slash that Takuma side-stepped with ease was all Takuma needed. He stamped on the blunt end of the blade with his foot, plunging the sword into the soft earth beneath the grassy field. Bun tried to pull his sword out; while he did, he saw Takuma pull his arm back. Bun let go of his sword, but couldn't guard in time. Takuma's fist smashed into his head and he slammed into the ground, dragged through the mud.
Takuma casually kicked the free sword away from Bun's vicinity.
Bun rolled to his feet. Takuma hopped forward before hitting Bun again in the head, this time with a devastating rotating backfist that hit Bun right below the ear. The man fell down again, falling twice in less than five seconds. Takuma might have been fighting differently, but some things didn't change. As Bun fell, Takuma caught his face with a front kick. Even without augmentation, Takuma's bare strikes were so powerful that the back of Bun's head hit the ground hard.
Anko quickly appeared between Takuma and Bun and placed Bun behind her back. The right side of his face was swollen, he had a bloody nose, and black and blue splotches marred his left jaw. His face was unrecognizable from before the fight.
"He was already knocked out before you kicked his face. Remember, this is a spar," Anko said, but her words lacked any heat. She gestured for the iryo-nin in the crowd to come close as she dragged Bun to where Team-3 stood.
"Send in the next one," she said.
"Mitarashi… do you think this is helping our teams?" Masumoto said to Anko.
Anko looked at Masumoto in surprise. "I don't understand, Masumoto. They're sparring. Of course, it helps. This might not be my place to say, but have some trust in your team. We haven't even completed a single rotation. Give them some time, for god's sake."
"Your guy knocked one of mine out cold. He was unintentionally heavy-handed."
Anko laughed and brushed his accusation aside. "It was an accident. Things like this happen during spars, and I have given him a warning. He won't do it again. Your guy will be fine after he's looked at."
Masumoto didn't look assured or happy with Anko's answer and blasé tone. "Accident? And what if I pulled my team out of this exercise now? There won't be another accident." He looked at Takuma in annoyance, who stood there with a hint of a smile.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Masumoto looked back at Anko. She continued. "Do you want to pull back in front of so many people? Do you want them to look at it like you pulled your team from the exercise because you didn't even have the backbone to let your team try to win? A weak leader… it's your first week, Masumoto. A grand failure will look terrible…"
Anko leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I heard that the quartermaster is looking to get on the field. How do you think Toridasu will see this? Didn't you want to impress him? At this rate, he might give the quartermaster a chance and you'll be left counting the number of senbon in stock…"
She drew closer and very softly hissed in his ear. Masumoto stiffened, and his face twisted in sheer discomfort as he stepped away from Anko. She patted his shoulder firmly and walked away with a smile.
"Let's get going," Takuma called out to Team-3. "Wasn't this supposed to be quick to keep on the pressure?"
Masumoto looked at one of his genin—Chotaro— and told him to go.
"M-Me?"
Masumoto looked fed-up. "Yeah, you. Hurry, go on… actually, wait and listen. Stay away from him. He's strong with taijutsu so go for long-ranged attacks. Use kunai, shuriken, paper bombs, anything—but start strong with a ninjutsu and try to throw him off his mojo. He might be bad under pressure. Don't give him time to breathe. Go now."
Chotaro walked towards Takuma but stopped a good distance away from him, fidgeting with nervous energy. He and Takuma stared at each other as though waiting for the other to make a move— but then suddenly, Chotaro moved erratically. He pulled several shuriken out of his pack, threw them around him, and then pulled a kunai and randomly slashed at the air.
He was like a madman, but everyone instantly recognized what was happening to Chotaro.
"Genjutsu," said Daiki.
"When did he cast it?" asked Iori.
"When Anko was talking to Masumoto," Kameko answered her. "I saw him weaving the hand seals."
Takuma stepped forward but stopped when Chotaro weaved the hand sea. Less than a dozen baseball-sized fire orbs surrounded him and fanned outwards. Takuma resumed after they sailed harmlessly over his head and moved closer to Chotaro, who once again swung his kunai at an invisible foe.
Takuma took out a bola, a capture weapon with heavy iron balls on both ends of a rope, and threw it low and straight. It snagged Chotaro and wrapped around his ankles. He thrashed around in a panic on the ground, but Takuma was already there before he could reach for his ankles to untie the rope. Takuma flipped Chotaro onto his stomach, held him down with his knee, and used a kunai he picked up on his way and stabbed the ground just beside Chotaro's ear, nicking it and drawing blood.
He released the genjutsu and got up, letting Chotaro free himself. He got up and found the two dozen Takuma formed by Genjutsu: Mist Servant Jutsu, and breathed a sigh of relief with a hand over his beating heart. He wasn't an opponent for one Takuma—facing two dozen of him was a terrifying nightmare.
Takuma ignored Chotaro's muttered thanks and turned to Anko.
He said, "I agree with Chunin Masumoto. This isn't helping either team. At this rate, I'm going to beat them over and over… No offense," he said to the last remaining genin on Masumoto's team. "How about we do something different?"
Anko held her silence but asked a moment later. "What do you suggest?"
"The exercise is between Team-9 and Team-3, and seeing that Team-3's genin aren't doing it for me, how about the chunin." Takuma regarded Masumoto with a challenging look. "I want to fight you, Chunin Masumoto."
Masumoto looked like he had misheard Takuma. He stared at Takuma before turning to look at Anko with a smile. But when she didn't say anything and stared back, he gawked.
"You're joking, right? You can't be serious… Takuma, was it?"
"I mean, not really," Takuma shrugged. "A chunin lead is also part of the team. You should take part in this joint exercise; it will help build teamwork and let you guys bond."
Masumoto laughed like he'd heard the joke of his life. "I will give it to you, kid… you're good, but you don't want to fight me. You're not there yet."
"Oh, but I think I'm there, Chunin Masumoto. Why not give it a try—and I will make it a learning experience for you." Takuma clenched his fist, and all his knuckles cracked loudly.
Masumoto licked his lower lip as he thought about how to respond, but someone else entered the conversation before he could say anything. Everyone turned their heads at the sound of a folding fan snapping shut. The entire audience had stood up in the presence of the leader of Camp Banana.
Toridasu looked like a delighted kid staring at his favorite toy. His gaze shifted between Takuma, Anko, and Masumoto, and he silently smiled.
"I like it. Let's do it… I agree with you, Genin Takuma. Chunin leads are part of the team; they should participate in the exercise." He looked at Masumoto. "You're new. I want to see what you can do—so fight Genin Takuma, and if it's as you say and you can beat him quickly, then you can fight Chunin Mitarashi and you two can put on a demonstration for all the genin in the camp."
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