Samehada
Just A Starving Writer
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Author's Plea: Hey, look, I got bored! The writing bug is biting a bit lately, so of course I've put my efforts here instead of anywhere useful... Enjoy if you can.
Part 6.
Yamada Taro was not much of a doctor, but he could spot sleep deprivation in his test subject easily enough. He also wasn't much a ninja, only obtaining the rank of chuunin before ending up in the weapons manufacturing lab, but he could see a distinct lack of sword skill when it was this obvious. Despite being chosen by the sword, the pink-haired kunoichi was not a swordswoman.
"Haruno-san… perhaps there is… someone… who can guide you in discovering the technique to use this weapon?" he said tentatively. There were stories floating around the village regarding the young woman's temper. Horrible, terrible stories. He didn't really feel tempted to test those rumors while she was armed.
"Not really… I can't think of anyone in the village who specializes in really big swords."
She didn't sound angry, so he tried again.
"Ah…well, I might know someone… my friend in ANBU is a gifted swordsman… he might be willing to give you some general tips…"
She turned toward him with an abundant measure of glee on her features. It didn't escape his notice that she was clutching the sword with both hands, holding it in an almost maternal manner. For someone who claimed to hate the weapon, she rather looked like she couldn't stand to be parted from it.
He gulped and almost regretted ever speaking.