Moving across my state, severe moodswings, new job... I almost quit writing all together but I decided to come back. It is amazing how much I missed this...
Love you and this.
Mika's body ached, the memories of his kenjutsu training fiercely etched into his muscles. You'd think that, after a year of hard daily training, he would be less sore but that was never the case. He had just upped his weights, and boy did that make things harder. Still, exhausted or not he graduated with ease. Only Sasuke did better, though Mika easily overcame the brooding boy in academics.
It made have been so worth it, working every weekend for a year to afford the weights and blade, but that did not take away the pain and the stress of it all.
And so, it was on this day that he was to get his team. He actually armed himself, wearing his tanto to class, dressed like a real ninja with his ANBU pants and gray vest. Generic, but still potent enough to make himself feel better. He was going to become a real ninja, damn it, by any means. Even if that meant listening to Iruka once more for his team...
"Team Thirteen... Ami, Fuki and Mika with Aoba Yamashiro for your sensei."
'Damn it... those two are idiots! I am never going to make it to chunin at this rate!' Turning, he glared haplessly at the idiots he was bound to. Two girls, Ami with her purple hair and Fuki with her red hair, both were Sasuke fangirls. They rarely did the needed training, never taking anything but Sasuke and bullying seriously. 'They better get me to Chunin, I might kill them otherwise.'
Soon, far too soon, after half of the class left to go with their senseis, he saw theirs. He was tall and thin, with a bunch of black hair and goggles.
"Come on, Team Thirteen, let's get you all started." Team Thirteen followed him out, down the way to a distant classroom where they were sat down. "Tell me bout yourselves! I'll go first. Name's Aoba Yamashiro, I am thirty years old. I work for Interrogation and Torture. It is my dream to reach mastery within my department and serve our village as best I can."
Fuki went first. "Name's Fuki, I am twelve, and I guess my interest is becoming Mrs. Uchiha! That's why I am going to be a ninja, to prove my worth to Sasuke!"
Ami turned, snarling. " No way, I'm going be Mrs. Uchiha!"
Mika just sighed as they continued to bitch at each other. Turning to Aoba, who looked on in shock and confusion, he spoke up. "I'm Mika, I am an orphan so I have no last name. I have no idea where I will fit into the village, but I hope it allows me to become the next Sanin, a great figure filled with power and freedom."
Aoba nodded slowly, clearly considering his words. "I have the power to read minds when those near me are feeling intense emotions, usually in a fight. You two ladies, you are consumed with your gross passion for the Uchiha boy. Mika, you actually seem to want to be a ninja, I can see that clearly in your mind. I cannot dedicate my entire time to one student, however, with your goal and that blade on your back... I have an idea. I have a friend that would love the chance to train you. I will see what I can arrange.'
Letting out a huge sigh, shaking with fear, Mika smiled at the man in front of him while the girls sobbed and shot out of the room. "I deeply appreciate your help. I am honestly unsure of what I would have done had you rejected me."
Aoba laughed. "I am sure you would have figured something out. Your mind is sharp and your will is strong. I could just barely read your mind to be honest. Yugao is going to adore you."
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write. I wanted to start back up writing at all with my favorite story type.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.