Shinobi Log 000, because I'm not a shinobi yet.
I'm writing this log to keep my thoughts clear, and to hopefully mentally disturb the unfortunate soul comes across my scribes. Why? Because I'm bored. And boredom is a very dangerous thing. I should know, my legal guardian is very dangerous when bored. I say "legal guardian", because if this journal falls into the wrong hands, I'd rather not give anyone advantage over me. The right people will know who they are, and the right people will agree wholeheartedly. Legal Guardian is very much dangerous when left to their own devices. Plus, it beats staring at the ceiling waiting for my turn to take the test. My name is smack-dab in the middle of the alphabet, so it'll be a while.
Day in and day out, the life of a typical techinically teenage schoolgirl at the academy was not unlike the cliche romantic drivel that a lot of b-rated author's like to shove down the your throats. Where drama and hardships drop like flies, and everyone strives after the guy who's textbook definition of good-looking. Nah, I could care less about the guy with the perfect face, and the mary-sue bloodline limit. Sadly, my school's romance life can't be like the glorious icha icha series, where the plots semi-realistic when factoring in hormones in the strung along romance. Yup, damn shame we can't have that at age 13. Orgies could really help the school curriculum... Well, at least it'd make lectures a hell of a lot more interesting.
Oh I should introduce myself... Or should I? That kinda defeats the purpose of leaving my background anonymous. Eh, fuck it. My name's Hanami. I was raised the majority of my life at the orphanage, because my parents died in the Kyuubi attack. I was adopted at the age of 8 by Legal Guardian on a whim. Yeah, they wanted to pass on their legacy, without having to deal with the bullshit of the early days of a child's life. Not that I can blame them, I've seen the evolution of life at the orphanage. It's not pretty. The other route for them would be teacher, but apparently they're a shitty teacher. Or deemed unfit to lead or work well with others. I could never remember which sentiment applied.
Honestly, I never expected to even become a ninja. Still don't, to be honest. Being a member of the Hoshizuka clan kinda made impossible to learn jutsus. After all, having a bloodline limit that attracts water like a magnet whenever chakra is flared up, kinda makes learning jutsus a bit difficult. Learned that the hard way. Every time I manipulated my chakra, water just splashed in my face. Or rather, just kinda formed around it. On the plus side, at least I got water. Hoshizuka's have a color-coded star on their body that matches the element they attract. I'm lucky I was born with a blue star. I could have been easily electocuted, burned, or smacked in the face by rocks had my star been a different color.
Anyways. If I'm lucky, they'll pass me. I may be useless at ninjutsu, but I like to pride myself on my weapon and taijutsu skills. And even then... maybe they'll pass me because of my limit? This village does have a bit of a hard-on for blood-line limits... If not, my guardian will just make sure to drill as much training as they possibly can, for pride sake. Ironically enough, this same guardian warned me against the horrors of showing off too much, and attracting too much attention. Honestly, how could I not attract attention? My hair is naturally wavy and the color of matcha. My eyes are the color of bubblegum! I have a bright blue star on my cheek! ...Well at least my hair blends in with trees decently enough. I have classmates with brighter colors of the rainbow decorating their appearance.
"Hey, Hanami-san it's your turn to go." Said girl was so engulfed in her writings that she didn't hear her name called numerous times by an irate Iruka-sensei. She gave a nod to Ino, a blond-haired girl who was one of many practically who practically forced her into becoming the leader for a fan-club of a guy she didn't particularily like. Apparently the leader should be an unbiased pedestrian who they won't have to worry about stealing their precious Sasuke-kun.
Hanami scribbled the finishing touches of her entry.
I'm about to take my first step into the ninja world. If anyone reads this, then I'm a ninja and I didn't burn this book after failing.
She gave a nod to the words, affirming her statement and forming a plan B that involves making a bonfire out of a perfectly good journal, With that in mind, she made her way to the testing room.
The testing room was pretty standard. There was plenty of open space, with the room being empty aside from a table with enough blue-clothed headbands bearing her village's insignia. Behind it sat Mizuki-sensei and Iruka-sensei, awaiting her to get ready and fail the test that they knew she was gonna fail anyway.
"Okay, please perform the jutsu," Mizuki said, and proceeded to wait for her to do so.
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Iruka sighed when she she just stood there, staring blankly at him. "You.. do know which jutsu you're being tested on, right?" She just stared blankly, and he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, just over his scar. "You were writing fanfiction again, weren't you?"
"Writing, yes. Fanfiction, no." she said, idly awaiting her doom. "And that was one time." It was one time she was caught. She was bored on a test she didn't study for, and tests have a funny way of intimidating you with blank space. So, she entertained herself.
"You wrote graphic smut on a test being advised by the hokage. A scene depicting both your teachers."
"I didn't name them, so they're not my teachers."
"You referred them as 'scarred pineapple seme' and 'silver shrub uke'" Hanami never did like adding names. People whine too much when they're featured in situations that society deems 'innapropriate'. Vague terms and inside jokes are the key to loopholes and winning arguments.
"That could be anyone. Besides, I'm sure the hokage got a kick out of. Or a boner. Depends which direction he swings." Iruka cringed, and she grinned a grin he was used to seeing from her mother. "Shouldn't you be happy I made the 'scarred pineapple' the seme? I mean considering the character development I had going on in my head, making him the top was a bit of a stretch," she paused, the memories of the scene recollecting in her head, before she bore an impish grin. "No pun intended."
"I swear, you're just like your mother," he groaned, putting his face in his hands in mortification, likely asking deity alive why he had to deal with this. Red was a lovely shade peeking through his tan skin, she noted. That'll be useful in future writings. "You both take sadistic pleasure in making others suffer"
"I take that as a compliment. My mom's awesome," she said. She snapped her fingers, as a thought dawned on her "Oh that reminds me, she humbly invites you for a lovely afternoon in the torture chamber. She wants to reenact some scenes from Icha Icha: punishment, and needs a proper uke. Offers open to either of you."
"You're stalling, Hanami," Mizuki smirked, though from a glance at the vein in his forehead that looked like it would pop out and play, Hanami could tell he was getting irritated. That gave her a little smile. Mizuki was always bit of a prick. He was never a good teacher, and was overall pretty incompetent. She's caught him on numerous occasions teaching the wrong hand signs and taijutsu stances to her fellow student, Naruto. Getting a rise out of him was always satisfying. "There are other students that need to be tested."
"Why bother? We both know how this will end," She drawled, rolling her eyes to the ceiling and blowing her stubborn green bangs out of her face.
Iruka gave a small sympathetic smile. "It's just protocol. We'll go over your results, and send you on your way."
"Fine." She took a breath, and started doing the hand signs. Dog, Boar, Ram. She flickered her chakra just slightly, though apparently too much since she could hear some creaking coming from the walls. Not good, but hey. They asked for this. "He-"
"We're doing the clone technique." Iruka chastised as Mizuki face-palmed. "We tested the transformation technique yesterday
"Oh, right." Not that it matters any, since the result would undeniably be the same. Her bloodline limit isn't made for jutsus. But rules are rules, they have to treat all children equally. Well except females, because they had to sit through flower arranging classes under the guise of kunoichi training. Hanami just sighed, and prepared her hands again. Ram, Snake, Tiger. She put less effort into the chakra amount, and was satisfied when she no longer heard the water threatening to burst from water pipes. "Bunshin no jutsu," she said dully as absolutely nothing happened.
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The two teachers sweat-dropped.
"Could you maybe, put more chakra into the jutsu?" Mizuki asked. She simply rose a natural green eyebrow, wondering just how much he actually knew his students.
"If I do, you'll have to call a plumber," she warned, simply staring at the two. Judging by the lack of dismissal to leave, and mention of her failed results, it was very likely they actually expected her to try. "Don't bill me for this." She took a deep breath and redid the hand signs. Ram, Snake, Tiger. Chakra was sparking at her fingertips, spreading flaring out around her body. She heard the groaning of metal until... SNAP!
Metal pipes burst themselves from the walls, jagged edges of pipe penetrating through the drywall and tilting towards the girl. Water was rushing past the two bewildered and towards her, proceeding to engulf her in a big blob of liquid that defied the laws of physics. Through the clear water floating around her, the girl stared at the blurry forms of her senseis, her cheeks puffed slightly as she held her breath. Her hair wobbled as the water moved, the blob of water getting steadily bigger as more was added, before she released her chakra and started breathing steadily again. The blob immediately fell to a puddle on the floor, and the girl's hair and clothes were immediately plastered to her body.
She swiftly expelled a jolt of chakra, making sure to shoot it away from all angles of her body. In an instant the water was gone, and her hair was back to the unruly curls it typically was. She stared at them, defiantly waiting for them to give her her results. Her gaze was the epitome of 'I told you this would happen, and now some poor soul has to clean up your mistake'. Not a sound was uttered between both sides of the staring contest, the only noise in the room being the rushing sounds of water spraying from the pipes, before Iruka cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Well, uh. You failed the the jutsu part of the exam." No surprise there. "But with your stellar marks in taijutsu and weapons, you've passed. Congratulations!" He bestowed upon her a blue headband, just like everyone else. "Report to the hokage tomorrow for the ID picture, and I'll be sure to see you at orientation."
With that the girl was sent out to the great outdoors, headband in hand as she went out to tackle the world, with a stunning sunset overlooking her form even though it had previously been noon.
Well, until she popped her head back in the door. "Is that a no on the torture chamber?"
"JUST GET GOING!"
This was a trial. I wanted to see how far I would go with it, and how easily ideas would pop into my head... I was honestly surprised how easily this came to me. Hanami is pretty fun to write.
Comment if you want me to continue. I wanna see if I'd be wasting my time or not by writing more.