Shinobi – Chapter Two: Haku's Lesson

It is not right to hate the student especially when he his… immaturely disturbing. He is a new on. First impressions aren't always right, like me. Though it's in my nature to hate them.

Many Dinotsu teachers have been gossiping about a missing emotion absent in me. Fear. What is fear? No idea. I don't own it so I don't know what it is. I feel absurd asking Hyuga-sensei about it. Fear. I want to know what it is.

Haku

Man, that girl has a short temper, not that she really showed it. I mean, I think it's so weird that the student is older than the teacher. She looks like she's my age really, but since she said I was older she must be fourteen or fifteen-ish.

I could admit I was being a dumbo when she was talking. Who wants to listen to her babble on anyway? It was like listening to my mum on the phone gobbling like a turkey about some useless stuff, like 'beware of strangers' and 'train hard!' I mean, I could smash strangers in one punch and I don't need to train hard. I was built to kill.

I wanted to start the karate moves I see everyone else doing! Then again it was all right knowing her name. What was it again? Shinobi or something. The one with bandaged eyes. Easy.

I wondered around a hall looking place. Probably was one anyway. There were two people in a Donito duel. They're good. I kept stepping absentmindedly and bumped into an old man.

"Shinobi's new student! I heard you… what is it called? 'pissed' her off isn't it? Did I use the word right?" said the old man in a raspy voice. A tiny smirk erupted from the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah. And yes I'm her student. Mind you I didn't piss her off. She just walked away…mad…at something. And who are you to ask me?" I spat.

The old man chuckled as if I told him a joke.

"I'm Hyuga. I'm your sensei's sensei. In other words, Shinobi's sensei," he put his hand on my shoulder as if we were related. I shrugged it off in disgust.

"Really? You trained her? Can you fill me in with why she's all mad and stuff?" This old man could be useful.

"No. Not exactly. She exceeds everyone here. I'm here to advise her and I'm currently working on her behavior," my jaw touched the cement in shock.

"SHE'S BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU PRO DONITO PEOPLE?" I shouted without making my voice loud.

"Yes. You should be kinder to her. You've got the best teacher here," he smiled.

What the heck?

"Are you saying that all of your people are lower than that little weakling I'm training with? This place must really suck!" I started to mentally move away from this place.

"You believe that? Tell you what, I shall organize a private match about an hour after to test your abilities. I'm sure Shinobi won't mind, I'll tell her,"

"FIRST MATCH? No fair! I haven't learnt a THING!" I retorted.

"I can blame your for not co-operating with Shinobi that time," the old man gestured me to follow him and began walking away.

Interesting. If I bash up this girl who is the 'pro donito' I can claim the name of GRANT MASTER of this weak donito place. Ha! I'd be renown to the world! THEN I WILL RULE THE WORLD! MUHAHAHA!

I smirked as I followed the old man. He stopped at a hut, supposedly his, and drew out a chest. He opened it as if he was a kid unwrapping the most precious birthday present. Must have really cool stuff in it.

He reached down into the chest and put aside many different swords all shapes and sizes. Some of them really caught my eye. For example there was this really cool red one that reminded me of fire when I looked at it, yet it had no fire on it.

I cocked my head sideways waiting patiently for the old man. He was probably looking for some awesome sword to give me for my match.

When he took out a sword about a metre long, with a red handle covered in strips of rubber for grip, a curved tip leading to a gleaming point, glittering silver blade and decorated with little engravings, my eyes stayed wise open. It was magnificent. It had to be mine. It had to me. Come on hyuga-jiji give me that beautiful sword…

No! He laid it on the floor like the others he had put aside. It wasn't the one? That's impossible! What a scandal! I stooped over, staring at the sword that made me drool. As I continued to stare, I began to realize the engravings weren't ornaments. They even looked familiar. They formed ancient scribbles that I learnt ages ago. But that was AGES ago… to decifer this stupid thing I need to concentrate my hardest. Why did I have to know anyway? I just felt like knowing.

I realized the old guy had been studying me while I was examining that sword.

"That's Shinobi's sword. I gave it to her on her fourteenth birthday this year," he informed.

Fourteen? Guess she is younger than me by a bit. But how did she know I was older then her? And just a bit too? I guess that's because that girl's a psycho psychic.

As he continued to take out swords and put back as he tried to look for my perfect sword, to beat up my opponent of course. If it wasn't that mad one I just saw my sword must be even BETTER then that one! Mad…

"You do know Shinobi was adopted don't you? But the first thing you thought when you saw her was probably 'why is she wearing bandages?' am I correct?" the old man asked still digging out of his steel box.

"Yeah. I thought she was blind or something," I muttered, remembering the huge smack she hit me with.

"I see. She is not blind. Her mind sight is excelled to high that she can see with her eyes closed. I do not know why her eyes are bandaged. It was when she was about three years of age, she demanded bandages and wrapped them around her eyes. She never took them off since," Hyuga-jiji paused.

He took out a piece of cloth and filled the steel chest up again with the swords he had taken out. He locked it and returned it to its original place.

"Here," the old man thrust the piece of cloth at me. I caught it. It was heavy. Inside was a sword. A battered old sword. NANI? I WANTED AN ULTRA COOL SWORD NOT A PIECE OF METAL!

"This is my battle sword?" I shouted at him.

He nodded turned away, walking to the dueling hall.

I lingered behind and saw my so-called 'pro' sensei. She glared at me with a small flicker of anger, but I ignored it.

"Oi! I'm gonna be at a Donito duel so I won't be learning anything with you 'til later," I yelled, in case the blindo was deaf too. I doubted it but I felt like shouting.

She still stood there glaring at me, but less intensely now.

"Sure. I've got one too. Be here at night though. I've got a lesson on invisibility for you," and with that she spun on her heels into the distant.

Weird. But now I've learnt my lesson not to mock her.