chapter twenty-six: Training Sasuke
"I don't need your training." Moriko sighed, adjusting her mask slightly before pinching the bridge of her nose. "God, I can already feel a headache coming on." "Nobody said that you had to, uchiha. If learning a technique or two from me is really that horrifying, fine! I have other things I could be doing." She barely made it two steps before he was standing in her way, arms folded across his chest. Moriko growled, raising her voice. "Make up your damned mind already! Do you want to learn, or not? I have better things to do than standing here, arguing with you." Moriko, fed up, was about to disappear in a whirlwind of feathers before sasuke spoke.
"Where did you get that?" She blinked, glancing down to where he was pointing. "The flower? It was a gift." "From kakashi, right?" Moriko gave a derisive snort. "Please, he's been avoiding me since that accidental kiss at that competition. why would he give me a rose?" Sasuke sighed. "Then who gave it to you?" "Gaara." Sasuke stared, his jaw slack. "W-what?" "Yeah, Gaara gave it to me. I confronted him earlier, trying to figure out why he was following me. He sounded rather surprised at the fact I was a woman, then disappeared. The sand that was still there pretty much flew at me, formed into a pedestal, and gave me the flower."
He stared at her, slowly processing the information. "So... gaara gave you that flower... not kakashi." "Yup." He went silent. "So it seems like kakashi and I aren't the only ones interested in Moriko..." "Oi, uchiha." He looked up, staring into irritated pools of blue-grey. "are you going to train, or not?" He sighed before nodding. "Alright, as far as I can tell, your types are fire and lightening. This will be easier, since one of my elements is lightening as well." Moriko dug into her satchel, pulling out a weather-worn scroll. "This jutsu was created by my great-great grandfather; Akio kijjimoto. This jutsu is... catastrophic. I only want you to use this if your life is endangered. alright?"
Sasuke nodded, and the blonde woman tossed him the scroll. "Lightening style: dragon's scream?" "Watch." Moriko turned, facing a familiar tree with a lunar-shaped mark. "Focus your chakra into your throat. You can only do this twice in one week, so use this as a last resort." She took a deep breath, feeling the familiar warmth of her chakra resonating in her voice box. "Lightening style: Dragon's scream." she parted her mouth and screamed. Her chakra spilled forth and lightening rushed forward, shaping into the form of a fearsome dragon. It collided with the tree, and the base exploded, debris flying everywhere.
Sasuke stared, his shock clear on his face. "woah..." The lightening dragon sparked, fizzing away into nothing. His attention turned to the blonde as she coughed, falling to her knees. His eyes widened. "Augh... it's been awhile since I've had to use that." She coughed once more before standing. "Don't worry, as long as you don't try to use it more than you're supposed to, you'll be fine." Pulling a canteen from her satchel, she took a quick swig to moisten her throat before shoving it into his hands. "Trust me, you'll want to keep this with you while you practice. Now. read the scroll and then you can attempt it."
Sasuke turned his attention to the scroll. "Could this...could this be what I need to kill him?"