I realize it has been awhile since my last update, I have been swamped with soccer and school the past couple of days. I don't know when updates are to come, but every chance I get, I will be writing something for this story. I so sorry
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Shadowfang Girl and Leoni Liponscovi are awesome. Because they have guessed my chapter bands. The characters are mentioned in this chapter, but will be fully detailed in the next chapter, which will be the first mission! Yay!
Chapters 6,7,9,10, and this one are still up for guessing.
Contest in place: If you have noticed that my story title and chapter names are songs, then try and guess the artist.
If correct, I will either make you a character in my story or write a story about your character or write a one-shot or any request similar to those. Or you can just guess for the hell of it.
I could feel my breath escape in a quiet rush as I followed Emi-Sensei to the hidden Hall of Records. Every little piece of information lies hidden within thousands of books, the past, the present, and prophesies of the future. I broke out in cold sweat, matching the frigid atmosphere. I breathed in a rush of air trying to still my increasing heartbeat. The air was incredibly stale, filled with old scrolls and books.
And it is up to me to memorize every little drop of wisdom in this fountain. I thought, comparing the library to foundation for a better mental picture.
How could I possibly focus at the task at hand, when my thoughts are wandering away to something else? …Someone else.
What did he mean when he said that?
My jaw dropped at the sight before me, all previous thoughts banished from the mind. I gazed in silence at the monumental bookshelves, located in vast abundance in the Hall. "There must be thousands of secrets upon secrets in here." I exclaimed.
Emi-Sensei chuckled and replied, "Yes. Lucky for us, your memory will remember each and every one. Whatever secret you learn, will immediately pop up when in the correct situation. Like if you were in a battle against a shinobi, your memory will bring up information about the said ninja. Alright, get started, I'll collect you at lunch time."
I watched her leave, feeling a sense of complete isolation. Sighing, I walked up to the first bookcase, removed a number of scrolls and began my memorization.
"The Fire country is marked by forests, helping to give rise to its ninja village "hiding in its leaves". The Fire Country is one of the largest ninja countries in the world, sharing borders with more countries than any other. It borders Grass, Rain, Waterfall, Sound, River, Tea and several unnamed countries. The Fire Country is home to many cities, including Konohagakue no Sato, Tanzaku Gai, Otafuku Gai, Otakame Sato and Tokkuriji."
I inhaled a swarm dust causing my eyes to water and my nose to tickle. This is going to be a long day.
Time passed slowly, liking an hourglass full of sand slowly trickling down to the bottom. I read scroll after scroll: clan biographies, secret techniques, random jutsus, summonings and animal familiars, seal guides, blood inheritances, demons, weapons, past battles, past mission assignments.
I sighed, breathing in the musty air and letting it go, and leaned back on the bookcase behind me. My eyes stared blearily at the scroll held tightly in my hands. It was a prophecy. A child of prophecy set by one of the Legendary Sannin. I read it, not physically processing the words, only mentally storing it for later use. I closed it, recognizing an incoming soreness. My neck hurt, my back hurt, my eyes hurt. All the hunching over, squinting at the scrolls, and uncomfortable floor was not a something I enjoyed doing.
Lazily I reached up, placing the scroll to its original position and plucking another one. I unwrapped the green band signifying a person's biography.
My breath hitched my throat. A blush formed, spreading across my cheeks. Unable to breathe, I swallowed gasps of air. Exhaling and coughing dust, I muttered, "Nara Shikamaru."
A small picture of Shikamaru's face gazed at me, words of his being waiting to be read.
My ears suddenly perked at the faint sound of approaching footsteps. I stared blankly ahead, wanting my skin to return to normal. The footsteps grew closer, my face still betrayed my previous hard work. I fixated my gaze on a blue book, third shelf, across from me.
A figure walked in front me, blocking my determined stare. A small hand reached down, removing Shikamaru's scroll form my grip. Silence. A soft sigh. Emi squatted, knees making a faint pop! I refused to meet her gaze. If I did, I would break in front of her. She tilted her head, dark locks falling across her face. Her bright green eyes demanded my attention. "You know, I thought you were the only kunoichi who wasn't focused on a boy."
I clenched my fists, unable to speak. I met her eyes, my blues threatening to water.
"Disappointed?" I finally whispered, fear lacing the single word.
She giggled, causing me to look at her curiously. "Of course not. All girls fall for a boy before they fall for her. Use your crush on Shikamaru during battles for power. You can try this in a mission I am assigning you. You will leave in two days with myself, Selquora, and Masuyo Suzume. I planned to hold this mission longer, but you have gotten far within the records. Finish by tomorrow in here."
Shock coursed through my veins, along with disbelief. She stood, stretching out a hand. "You wanted to hold the mission. It isn't the usual D-Rank?"
A grin grew on my teacher's face. "This is an A-Rank. Your kind is never assigned low rank missions."
I grabbed her hand, feeling light as she helped me stand. I tittered a little bit from faint exhaustion. Great, more clan perks.
"Can I just eat lunch in here, so I can get done with this?"
A knowing smile replaced Emi's grin. "Actually you are done for the day. I received a request from someone dealing with you. So go home, eat lunch, shower, and get all nice and pretty." Her tone was sly and teasing.
"Um, I'm not sure what is going on here." I said, utterly confused. I wiped sweat and grime off my hands awaiting a reply.
Emi pulled my hat off, sticking it in her bag. "The Nara family has requested you join them for dinner."
Heat flooded my body, my just dried hands quickly became accompanied with sweat, my eyes widened, my mind empty. Emi's hand reached over and patted my head.
"As your teacher, I want you to be the best. In your class and in love." She grinned looking my flustered form.
"Go get him, tiger."
Oh dear.
