So yeah, here is the next installment in my delicious story! You know you want to eat it up! fatten them up to roast them! Hehe, I'm not REALLY going to eat you, just like I really own Naruto. Do you believe me? I don't!
After all the details were cleared up, Kurenai took her new student to the training fields, where Hinata, Kiba, and Shino were supposed to be training. Their sensei, though having no doubts in their abilities, did have doubts about their actions when she was not around to push them to concentrate.
When the two arrived, the scene was as predicted. Hinata was playing with Akamaru, using strings of charka to toy with him, and Shino and Kiba were off in a shaded area, most likely discussing new techniques or the latest gossip.
"You guys are almost as bad as team seven! I wonder what you would do without me." Kurenai laughed at the students' faces when they realize they had been caught. Hinata, always the shy and innocent one, blushed and stood in a humble position with hands behind her back and head down. Shino's expression never changed, except to one of shock at the person standing next to his teacher.
"Sorry Kurenai-sama. We didn't mean any harm," Kiba said with no fear of punishment. He was really taking after Naruto and Shikamaru.
"Who is this?" Shino asked, his voice never changing, though the three people around him could see his glow of curiosity. A skill that took years of being in the presence of Shino himself to perfect.
As if now suddenly so interested in the new topic, all eyes turned to Kurenai and the newcomer. Really, all the chunin just wanted to have the topic off of their behavior. Kurenai laughed at their antics, and gently comforted their blushing faces.
"This is your new teammate."
Hinata, ever diligent in her listening, had heard of this new ninja. Though never had it occurred to her to think more thoroughly on what this ninja would have to do once being released from the hospital.
"Kurenai-sensei, this is not the best time to be training a new ninja," said Hinata. Within her team, she was free of the fear that engulfed her when Naruto was around. Thus allowing her to speak her mind more often. Though the Hyuga training still taught her to be silent most of the time.
"Yeah! And I thought the new ninja was supposed to be strong and trained! This, this is some villages unwanted reject. I thought the ninja was supposed to be a man, too! This……………this is…………….."
"Yes, Kiba, this is a girl. Stop relying on gossip to inform you of such things. You should know how twisted things get in this village when it comes to gossip. You underestimate her though. Maybe to prove my point, you should fight."
The poor girl stood behind Kurenai the whole time. She wasn't expecting a warm welcome. Waking up in the middle of the forest to a bearded man with a cigarette does not bode well. Especially when she was wounded and in critical condition.
Not a word was spoken between the two. One look and he scooped her into his arms and brought her here, to what she now knew as Kohona. People starred and once in the hospital, no nurses would look her in the eye.
Her hair was matted when she first arrived, brown with blonde and black streaks. Her eyes changed with her mood, from yellow, to brown, to green. She wondered sometimes if she was possessed, because the eyes gave her an eerie aura. The fat around her hips was not great, but was enough for some to deem her unworthy of bathing suits or gowns.
The man who rescued her, she later found to be named Asuma, the husband of her new sensei. They welcomed the girl into their home until she was allowed her own apartment. And she was thankful. She would say so, but………..
Four ninja prepared for a fight. One sensei leaned nearby, watching said preparation. Kiba and Akamaru were relaxing, not expecting a real workout. Hinata was warming up her Byakugan, ready for anything. Shino, well, he was collecting bugs. This was his way of preparing.
The other girl, silently, stretched and meditated. She had not made a single vocal sound for as long as her teammates had been around. Kurenai had not heard her make a sound. No one really knew much about her, except the Hokage and Asuma. But even their knowledge was limited.
"Alright, let the fight begin!" Called Kurenai, expecting some kind of delay in action, but was shocked by how fast her new student reacted to this proclamation. She darted to the center of the field, where she was essentially a cornered dove. Shino stood still while Hinata took a fighting pose.
Kiba rushed into action, knowing the audacity this girl had to set herself as a victim in this fight. Taking the form of Tai Jutsu, Kiba charged. The girl fought back with a speed no one expected. No where near as fast as Lee, but still very fast. She buried Kiba in a mound of dirt with an even mix of speed and strength.
Hinata could tell this kuniochi was smart. She held herself with grace that a Hyuuga would be proud of, yet there was fear in every glance she gave. The ferocity in this ninja's eyes consumed Hinata, and the victim was no longer the one in the middle, but the pearly eyes. Before Hinata was buried in the ground, she saw all the girl's chakra flow to her mind and two hands. An even separation.
Having watched his two teammates go down, Shino knew exactly what to do. He started to slowly circle her, watching the tiniest of movements of chakra and body. The girl knew what he was doing, and decided to try a new technique. Her hands made some foreign signs.
Gen Jutsu! Kurenai and Shino thought, almost simultaneously. Shino made the signs to counteract it, and caught only a glimpse of the white canvas the Jutsu was meant to show. She jumped into the air and pulled out a katana, just one, seemingly from out of nowhere.
Shino's bugs immediately latched onto the weapon, protecting their housing unit. The girl curled into a ball in air, hiding her hands. When she landed, her blade was glowing a purple color, and had made the bugs around it become slaves to the pull of a tree trunks magnetic force.
Facing the bug boy, she sheathed her sword, and instead, pulled out a pen. It was an old style scribing pen that you needed a separate bottle of ink to use. She held it between her palms as she made some fast, extensive signs. Shino watched, ready for anything, except a sudden loss. He found himself in the ground, like his other two teammates. They had lost.