Gekkou Hayate...
Recruitment
"The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."
Hayate never had good luck running on his side. A ninja by the name of Otohime stole one of his lungs and fled the village leaving him connected to a machine and isolated in a sterile room. It had taken Ibiki half an hour to prepare to get into a suit to keep contaminates out of the room.
"You have been elected for your ability," Ibiki said, "to partake in a mission to escort Sand ninjas to the Chuunin exam. Under my authority, you are now released from the hospital. I will leave further information with the front desk."
Hayate removed the IV from his arm and pulled down the oxygen mask from his indented mouth. Coughing hard, he sat up.
"What ability," Hayate asked.
"Your swordsmanship," Ibiki lied.
"But, I don't have a sword." Hayate admitted. "I haven't held on to a sword for years."
"The front desk will have one for you," Ibiki said. "As a final request, who would you propose to continue on the mission?"
"This'd be good times to drag my roomy into this, except I want my fish to be taken care of." Hayate thought. "Yamashiro Aoba, he is my choice. He is a master of element based attacks. He can use every main element attack from each country."
"When you return," Ibiki said, "I promise to assign you to as the Chuunin examiner."
Swordsmanship
"Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told."
Hayate had a few hours to practice with his sword. His remaining lung was still burning from his inhaling of smoke from a black flame. But he was not one to complain and through every step back, he knew that another one would appear and make him forget about his current problems. His other lung was promised to be returned, and he was optimistic about that potential.
Umino Iruka noticed Hayate and approached him.
"Hayate!" Iruka said, "You didn't have to get out of bed to watch my performance of Hamlet."
"I don't wantta let down anybody," Hayate stated. There would be time to relearn how to properly hold a sword. "Are you a good actor?"
"I was trained for the best," Iruka admitted. Hayate handed the sword over to Iruka.
"How were you told to hold a sword on stage?" Hayate asked.
"That is a good question about the methods of acting," Iruka said, "and the best way to hold a sword on stage to make the audience believe is to not display the sword at all. The trick is in the expression an actor holds."
"And what expression is that?" Hayate said. Quickly, Iruka flipped the sword around to point its tip at Hayate. He did not filch.
"You have it now!" he replied handing back the sword, "to accept the stage as it is, the danger is make believe."
Apartment
"I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing!"
Hayate's room in his parents' place was filled with cardboard boxes that needed to be taped. The only thing that was not packed to send over to his assigned apartment was his sound system. Toxicity by System of the Down was cranked on the speakers.
On his mattress, he flicked his joint over the astray that laid on a black hard case more than half the length of the bed. He rested his joint on the astray and removed it all to a counter so he could return to open the case. He would leave it here: his mask, his uniform, and his sword.
As an ANBU member, his squad had chased after one of Orochimaru's experiments to one of the hidden tunnels that Orochimaru added to the underground channels of Konoha. There had been speculations that the village would never clean itself completely of this Sannin, but all had to be done to limit his impact.
It was the medic who had wandered away from the group to assist who he thought was a teammate. A trap was set and the whole team contracted a disease to varying degrees depending on their proximity to the trap. This was the last time Hayate had used a sword. The medic recommended that the team quarantine itself from the outside making markers and collapsing the pathways to them. It had taken a full week when the requests could no longer be heard through words. Hayate had finally fulfilled the requests of his teammates and ended each life with his blade. In a few more days of isolation, searching for bugs to eat, he was rescued and returned to packing his stuff for moving.
He would never speak of this event. It was a high level Genjutsu that no one could convince him ever happened.
Recruitment
"The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."
Hayate never had good luck running on his side. A ninja by the name of Otohime stole one of his lungs and fled the village leaving him connected to a machine and isolated in a sterile room. It had taken Ibiki half an hour to prepare to get into a suit to keep contaminates out of the room.
"You have been elected for your ability," Ibiki said, "to partake in a mission to escort Sand ninjas to the Chuunin exam. Under my authority, you are now released from the hospital. I will leave further information with the front desk."
Hayate removed the IV from his arm and pulled down the oxygen mask from his indented mouth. Coughing hard, he sat up.
"What ability," Hayate asked.
"Your swordsmanship," Ibiki lied.
"But, I don't have a sword." Hayate admitted. "I haven't held on to a sword for years."
"The front desk will have one for you," Ibiki said. "As a final request, who would you propose to continue on the mission?"
"This'd be good times to drag my roomy into this, except I want my fish to be taken care of." Hayate thought. "Yamashiro Aoba, he is my choice. He is a master of element based attacks. He can use every main element attack from each country."
"When you return," Ibiki said, "I promise to assign you to as the Chuunin examiner."
Swordsmanship
"Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told."
Hayate had a few hours to practice with his sword. His remaining lung was still burning from his inhaling of smoke from a black flame. But he was not one to complain and through every step back, he knew that another one would appear and make him forget about his current problems. His other lung was promised to be returned, and he was optimistic about that potential.
Umino Iruka noticed Hayate and approached him.
"Hayate!" Iruka said, "You didn't have to get out of bed to watch my performance of Hamlet."
"I don't wantta let down anybody," Hayate stated. There would be time to relearn how to properly hold a sword. "Are you a good actor?"
"I was trained for the best," Iruka admitted. Hayate handed the sword over to Iruka.
"How were you told to hold a sword on stage?" Hayate asked.
"That is a good question about the methods of acting," Iruka said, "and the best way to hold a sword on stage to make the audience believe is to not display the sword at all. The trick is in the expression an actor holds."
"And what expression is that?" Hayate said. Quickly, Iruka flipped the sword around to point its tip at Hayate. He did not filch.
"You have it now!" he replied handing back the sword, "to accept the stage as it is, the danger is make believe."
Apartment
"I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing!"
Hayate's room in his parents' place was filled with cardboard boxes that needed to be taped. The only thing that was not packed to send over to his assigned apartment was his sound system. Toxicity by System of the Down was cranked on the speakers.
On his mattress, he flicked his joint over the astray that laid on a black hard case more than half the length of the bed. He rested his joint on the astray and removed it all to a counter so he could return to open the case. He would leave it here: his mask, his uniform, and his sword.
As an ANBU member, his squad had chased after one of Orochimaru's experiments to one of the hidden tunnels that Orochimaru added to the underground channels of Konoha. There had been speculations that the village would never clean itself completely of this Sannin, but all had to be done to limit his impact.
It was the medic who had wandered away from the group to assist who he thought was a teammate. A trap was set and the whole team contracted a disease to varying degrees depending on their proximity to the trap. This was the last time Hayate had used a sword. The medic recommended that the team quarantine itself from the outside making markers and collapsing the pathways to them. It had taken a full week when the requests could no longer be heard through words. Hayate had finally fulfilled the requests of his teammates and ended each life with his blade. In a few more days of isolation, searching for bugs to eat, he was rescued and returned to packing his stuff for moving.
He would never speak of this event. It was a high level Genjutsu that no one could convince him ever happened.