Difference
HUGE AUTHOR'S NOTE
Well, here's the deal. I've decided to post the rest of the chapters that I was working on for some time. I was going to finish the story and then post the first chapter but I was way to anxious to see how it would do. I found out that my character is a Mary-Sueish girl. Thus, I have decided to edit and make adjustments. So basically I'm going to take down the story in a week or so. This is your LAST chance to read the original. So after a week, you'll be able to read the hopefully IMPROVED version of Difference. The storyline will change a bit and character traits may change as well. I really can't go into detail. The title will also stay the same. So I have to say, thank-you to all that helped me along this journey. I hope that I shall give readers more enjoyment than this story. Well, thank-you so much!
HUGE AUTHOR'S NOTE
It had been some time after Team B's first meeting with their new trainers or in Derno's case—Old trainers. They began experiencing and trying new jutsu and battling techniques.
"Orikawa, this sucks!" Derno yelled from pain and exhaustion.
Orikawa sat on the ground, placing his hands on his chin, "You can quit if you'd like. I guarantee you that your competitors will have powerful jutsu as well."
Derno twitched his eyebrows and quickly replied, "No, hehe, that's okay."
Derno began concentrating his chakra into his palm (again). Showing disinterest, Orikawa stared at the dirt underneath his body and began playing with it.
"What is your problem? At least you could tell me if I'm doing it right," Derno complained with a whiny tone.
Orikawa looked at Derno and simply spoke, "Well, are you doing it right?"
Again, Derno twitched his eyebrows and began concentrating his chakra, "It's been a week and I'm still at this point.
"Why don't you try harder," Orikawa mumbled—loud enough for Derno to hear.
Now, Derno began trembling and replied, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Looking like a stupid person looking at the sand swirling around," Orikawa truthfully analyzed.
Derno kept his silence and saw that the sand now took shape. He smiled and pointed it out to the mesmerized Orikawa.
'I never thought he'd be able to do it. Of course, it took me about the same time…such a patient teacher. How did he ever do it?' Orikawa thought while looking up at the sky.
Derno stared at Orikawa and began becoming impatient, "Well, aren't you going to say something! I made the weapon!"
"Good, now get a large rock," Orikawa replied and handed him a large rock that was about a foot wide and 2 feet high.
Derno merely stared at the rock and spat out his thoughts, "It's HUGE!"
"The more practice the better. Plus, it'll show you can basically use anything to make a weapon. Doesn't that make you feel good?" Orikawa asked and smiled.
"No…"
Rushed and hard panting could be heard in a dimly lit cave.
"Try again," Makoto repeated while reading Itcha Itcha Paradise.
"Easy for you to say while reading that perverted book," Sierra replied, breathing heavily between words.
Makoto's veins rose out of his head and calmly spoke, "This book is a masterpiece! Even the young people like it, haven't you noticed?"
"Now that you mentioned it, the perverted weird people like it," Sierra replied while placing a finger on her chin.
Another vein popped out of Makoto's head, "Even the strongest enjoy this book. I know for a fact that the Fourth enjoys this book and that sensei of yours's rival…what's his name? I think Kakashi is enthralled by this book."
"Doesn't mean that they aren't pervs like you the last time I checked," Sierra answered and made her eyes small, staring right at her teacher.
"What are you doing? Practice the Byakugan! You've only done a flicker, and that's the best you've done so far too," Makoto scolded, apparently not amused by Sierra's comments.
"Not my fault that you read dirty books, sensei," Sierra responded.
"Didn't I just give you a command?" Makoto ordered.
"Whatever…" Sierra mumbled and placed her hands on her hips, "This is going to take a while…"
"Calm yourself, child," the master ordered.
Immediately, Toro calmed his trembling body and began concentrating his chakra again.
The master sighed and asked, "Toro, how much longer until you must return?"
"I think I need to come back next week," Toro replied calmly.
The master sighed and watched Toro's strained and bruised body, 'This child has capabilities that I have never experienced before. But a week left is a bit short to learn this type of genjutsu. I wonder if he can manage it.'
As if almost reading the master's mind, Toro spoke, "I'll finish this jutsu before I leave. I guarantee it."
The master smiled and nodded his head, "I wouldn't doubt it."
As if those words were the trigger, chakra built up around Toro's body. The room darkened and an eerie sound filled the room.
"Nope, I wouldn't doubt it Toro," the master said again and smiled even wider.
"Derno, concentrate on the rock," Orikawa ordered.
Sweat dropped in enormous amounts down Derno's head. The rock had only dented in several places. However, a shape of a sword had not come into view yet. Derno looked at the rock and his hand. Maybe, if he moved his hand in a different place, then just maybe…
"Orikawa, I'm going to try something different," Derno replied and quickly moved his hand around in several places.
His hand movement was swift and blurred around the large rock. Chakra surrounded his hand while he moved his hand around several spots. In several minutes, a smooth dagger appeared—following the shape of a handle.
"What do you think?" Derno asked with glee.
"It took a long time," Orikawa merely answered however with some delight in his voice.
Derno sweat dropped and began accusing Orikawa of his never-ending dissatisfaction.
'With more practice Derno, you may become proficient in this and become even better than me,' Orikawa thought and grabbed an even larger stone, "Do the same thing with this one. We have less than a week left. Hurry up and finish this one. Then we'll move on to something harder."
"Five minutes, Sierra," Makoto relayed the time.
Sierra fell onto the ground out of exhaustion. Her eyes had achieved the famed Byakugan. However, holding on to this power became increasingly difficult with ever second.
"How long am I supposed to hold on to the Byakugan?" Sierra asked quietly.
"One more minute," Makoto sternly replied and watched his clock, "By the way Sierra, how much longer do we have together before you must return?"
"About a week," Sierra replied, struggling to keep the Byakugan up.
"A bit short, don't you think?" Makoto asked but did not get a reply. Sierra had been knocked out cold. Makoto sighed and picked his subordinate up and placed her on the bed.
"There was only five seconds left," Makoto mumbled, staring at the clock again, "Only a week left…"
