Chapter 19 - Time Skip part 2
This time I showed up to the ANBU Squad I would finally work with Squad Venom, which was the quad after dozens not feeling like the right fit, they were the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak.
An all girls-squad that consisted of Tanya Kai, our blond bombshell civilian captain who literally is known for trash talking other ANBU squads instead of being silent, Natasha Aburame, ironically my old teammate's 3rd aunt who throws around stink bombs for pleasure, and Gina Inuzuka, a surprisingly grumpy Inuzuka who pretends she's aloof but feels like a tsundere to me anyways.
Regardless, when I was found out as someone standing awkwardly aside for a squad to join, they bombastically burst into the lobby, lifted me up Lion King, Simba style, while Natasha screamed this is the Chosen one, Gina blew on a horn and Natasha kneeled, all in front of almost the entire ANBU Main Lobby for everyone to See.
It was Glorious, EXCEPT IT HAPPENED TO ME, and while I appreciated it, it also made me look like a crazy saint with a limp, with no regard to humanity and a petty bitch princess who needs the ground she walks on to be worshipped as we speak. Quite literally, I loved it secretly, but I'll never admit it to them.
Basically, Code name Venom is also a matter of scrappy and petty behavior counter-sabotage units that basically assist main assault teams with getting jobs done. It's the annoying fly on the wall that exists to bother you when you've got shuriken coming at your face, but this behavior of pettiness felt like a perfect way to try out some of my new toys-tricks that I've honed.
One being the slingshots and combo-ing with the stink bombs available. Another being trash-talking as a short 7 year old with Natasha about the bitchiness of low standards in today's climate(ironically taking a shot at fanfiction writing standards and the demand for trash xiaxiu material instead of solid stuff).
(A/N: I mean What's the point of garbage(but at the same time have had dark periods where I relied on them myself to get through a crappy year or 5. Perhaps I'm a hypocrite deep down))
But this would also include the "sparkle" bombs I developed as distraction and combining it with paralyzing effects with paralyzing poison, potentially making it a one shot ambush killer combo with Natasha would be awesome.
As we practice some of our new combos, I realize this is what means more to me. Not whether others like what I write, but the creativity that comes from imagination, the Freedom of honing one's craft and its ideas, not the pleasure of whether others like it. This is MINE, and my DOMAIN, and NO ONE can take this away from me. Not even my very own Mind who wants to break me. Not even "me".