บท 27: Three "Legendary" 'Shinobi'
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Ryomaru could feel the hair on his arms stand up. A mixture of awe and curiosity seized him as he listened to the tale of his heroic predecessor.
"A true shinobi values the lives of his comrades over his own," Aoba continued, her gaze steady. "This is the Will of Lightning. The spirit of self-sacrifice and unyielding determination."
"But…" Shimori's timid voice cut through the silence. She flushed under Aoba's gaze but held her ground. "He... he died, didn't he, Aoba-sensei?"
Aoba nodded, a solemn look in her eyes. "Yes, Shimori, he did. The Third Raikage fell in that battle, but not before he ensured the survival of his comrades, his people."
Tsubaki, her brown eyes reflecting deep thought, chimed in, "So, he became the 'strongest shield' by protecting everyone?"
"Correct, Tsubaki," Aoba confirmed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "He embodied the true essence of a Kumo shinobi, placing the lives of others before his own."
Karui, with her fiery hair matching her spirit, clenched her fist. "I want to be strong like him, to protect the people I care about," she declared, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the class.
"That's the spirit, Karui," Aoba acknowledged, her stern demeanor softening at the girl's words. "However, strength alone isn't enough. The Raikage didn't just have physical strength; he had the strength of heart."
She moved towards the blackboard, her wooden sandals making soft thudding sounds that echoed in the hushed classroom. With a smooth motion, she began to write, her hand steady and sure.
"Self-sacrifice, unyielding determination, and strength of heart - these form the essence of the Will of Lightning," she said, as the chalk scratched against the board. "These values are not just lessons to memorize but life-long ideals to uphold."
The room was filled with the combined sound of scribbling pencils as students hurriedly jotted down the key points. Ryomaru's eyes were locked onto the board, his young mind processing each word. To him, this wasn't just another class; it was a way of understanding his lineage and responsibility towards his village and clan.
"I want you to remember these words, young shinobi," Aoba announced, turning back to face her students. Her gaze was stern, yet there was a palpable warmth in her voice. "They will guide you in your path, both as shinobi and as individuals."
Shimori, her heart beating fast at the severity of Aoba's words, raised her hand timidly, "Aoba-sensei, could you... could you give us examples? Real-life examples?"
Aoba nodded, appreciating the girl's initiative. She turned to face the blackboard once more, her hand swiftly jotting down examples.
"Asking for real-life examples? Good initiative, Shimori," Aoba complimented, her stern demeanor briefly softening. The corners of her lips twitched into a faint smile, causing the students to exchange glances of astonishment. "Let's begin then."
The room fell into a hushed silence, as if the walls themselves were straining to listen to the tales that Aoba was about to tell. The sunlight streaming through the windows cast a warm, almost reverent glow on the scene, making the room seem like a sacred space of knowledge and history.
Aoba's sharp gaze swept across the classroom, her stern demeanor momentarily softened by a proud smile. With a single nod of acknowledgement, she addressed Shimori's request. "Very well, Shimori. I have three examples to share with you all, each a testament to the values we hold dear as shinobi of Kumo."
Her stern gaze rested on the blackboard, her words echoing in the hushed classroom. "Let's start with self-sacrifice. The tale of a shinobi who was born in a far-off land but made Kumo his home."
The air grew tense, the eager faces of young shinobi mirroring their anticipation. Aoba cleared her throat, her voice assuming a softer, more reverent tone. "Once there was a man known as Bon, a name some of you may recognize from the tales passed down through generations. He was a charismatic figure, known for his expressive face, his vibrant pink hair, and his unique fighting style."
She traced the edges of the blackboard with her chalk, as if sketching Bon's legacy in each stroke. "Bon didn't hail from Kumo. He was from a distant land, a different culture. Yet, he found a home among us. He adopted our ways, embraced our people, and, above all, defended our village with unwavering devotion."
Aoba's gaze flickered over to Ryomaru, whose ice-blue eyes were wide with intrigue. "Bon sacrificed himself to protect our village during an enemy invasion. Despite knowing the risks, he stood firm, embodying the spirit of Kumo until his very last breath."
The room remained silent, save for the occasional rustling of fabric as students shifted in their seats. Even the usually vibrant Karui seemed subdued, her crimson hair shadowing her contemplative face.
Aoba's voice broke through the silence again. "Next, let's consider unyielding determination, a trait embodied by a shinobi named Luffy."
Karui's eyes widened in recognition. "Luffy-san, the man with the Straw Hat?" She asked, her fingers clenching her pencil in anticipation.
"Yes, Karui, the very same," Aoba confirmed. "Luffy came to Kumo as a young shinobi. His unwavering determination made him stand out amongst his peers. He was never the strongest, or the fastest, but he had an indomitable spirit."
She paused, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. "Luffy taught us the importance of never giving up, of pushing forward even when the odds are stacked against you. His determination and resilience were unmatched. Even in the face of defeat, he stood tall, his spirit unbroken, embodying the will of lightning."
Tsubaki's brown eyes blinked at Aoba from behind her neatly stacked scrolls, taking in every word. A small smile tugged at her lips, admiration for the legendary figure growing with each word.
"And finally," Aoba continued, "strength of heart, a virtue exemplified by a man named Iroh."
Ryomaru's gaze was fixed on Aoba, his mind painting the picture of the wise shinobi. "Iroh-san?" His voice echoed in the room, a hint of recognition shining in his eyes.
"Yes, Iroh was known for his wisdom, humility, and a kind heart that knew no bounds. He was not of Kumo by birth, but he adopted our values and made them his own," Aoba explained. Her hand absently moved to the blackboard, her chalk drawing characters that spelled out Iroh's name.
"Iroh's strength didn't lie in his physical prowess, but rather in his heart. His compassion, wisdom, and understanding were his most formidable weapons. Even in the midst of conflict, he remained calm, his actions guided by his heart's strength, making decisions that often averted disaster and promoted peace."
She turned to face her students once more, her stern expression replaced by a softer one. "Iroh taught us that true strength lies not just in our abilities as shinobi but in our hearts, in our capacity to empathize, understand, and care for others."
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