[Maboroshi Chikap]

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Chikap walked into his classroom wearing his usual attire for school: an official Amegakure uniform which featured a sleeveless vest and dark slacks, his headband planted firmly on his forehead. He had rain still dripping from his arms and his hair was drenched as well. A bad day all and all to forget one’s umbrella. Learning a suiton technique that would let him pull the water off of himself was something that was on his wishlist.

He’d have to get one soon.

His first period of the morning was usually a planning period, but on occasion they sent in a student to get a one on one lesson from him. For the first time in a long time, his schedule included a special request from a student to learn a specific jutsu. Usually, the kids were just happy with whatever they were guided to do. It was always exciting when someone wanted to learn.

He checked over his planner to see what an aide had written down for him. One of them wanted to learn THAT jutsu, hmm? After teaching Habiki he thought that it might be a matter of time before others started wanting to learn it. It would be an interesting lesson indeed, once the student arrived.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

Yuju was itching for knowledge. Or, at least that's probably what Chikap-sensei was hoping for. But in truth, he wanted something more. He wanted revenge. Ever since he'd gotten into that fight with Habiki, the two of them have been in a semi-feud that's been going back and forth. But Yuju was at a distinct disadvantage. Namely, because Habiki could use a jutsu that wasn't part of the curriculum, that stupid odor tag jutsu. And the black haired boy was getting tired of being on the receiving end without once being able to give it back. So, he'd asked Chikap-sensei for help, for extra lessons same that Habiki had learned. He was evening the odds.

He'd arrive in the classroom only somewhat drier, the boys cap that he could often be found wearing managing to protect his head from the rain at least. But his body and clothes, a striped t-shirt and indigo capris would both be soaked as he'd not taken an umbrella in his focus to arrive for the lessons. Though at least his ankles would dry quickly. The benefits of capris.

Hello, sensei~ The boy greeted his teacher in a sing song voice, removing his wet cap and shaking his thick hair that reached the boys nape. Thanks for taking the time to see me~ He had a grin on him, an impish one that the laid back boy could often be seen with. But it was beyond his usual mischievous. It was also one of excitement. Trepidation. Soon his revenge would be at hand. It was the start of something new. Or at least that's how he thought it was going to go, how it was supposed to go. But they'd both find out something as the lesson would start. Fuuinjutsu was not Yuju's strong point.

The boy would try again, dipping his paint brush, writing on the note. Ink was on his face now. And the table. Really it was turning into a rather messy affair, and it wasn't the only messy thing. His calligraphy with a brush was unfocused, sloppy. He'd never taken such things too seriously and it was catching up to him. And it was starting to wear on the boy, letting out a frustrated, annoyed grunt as he realized he'd screwed up again. He even found himself mindlessly taking a wooden senbon out and twirling it, working off the nerves that were building up. The boy who always tried playing up his emotions now found himself doing something he almost never did, and contain them. But it didn't stop him from grabbing his head when he realized his paper was beyond saving, spreading more ink across his face,and letting out a groan. Then the boy placed the senbon in his mouth as he went to grab the brush again, feeling like he was bashing his head against a wall.

[Takehara Momo]

Momo with her medical knowledge was often at the villages hospital. A helping hand to somethings she'd mastered, as well as taking some time to learn from the more practiced shinobi. She struggled to make too much head way there, as she wasn't the most social, but some learned to know her habits more than she recognized them. Her way from the hospital home took her past the academy, so when one of the teachers was being requested as Momo was heading home. The task would be given to deliver this message.

Momo carried a red umbrella in one hand and her other had a bag of medical supplies. She'd needed some supplies and there was requests from her fellow clan, so she'd perhaps mirror more a physician than a shinobi. In a bit of a tired rush she'd taken the information needed and headed out still in scrubs and mask. Entering the near empty classroom, she'd certainly stir a chance in atmosphere. It was a public place and she'd remembered her earlier free access, so she hadn't even really thought to knock.

"S-. Sorry to interrupt." She'd state blandly to the room upon realizing there was more than her intended target. "I've something urgent to tell you." Momo's words were a bit uneasy as once again spoken to the whole room. It didn't feel right pulling some student into this sort of debrief. Quickly in her better instinct she'd then speed walk over to Chikap, as to explain what she'd been told to tell him in a hushed tone. He'd understand, but make the bold request to teach this student something.

Momo, was trying to work for a promotion and get a team to run. She couldn't deny any opportunity to improve her image in the surrounding shinobi's eyes. A nod in agreement, as he'd leave and she'd turn her blank tired gaze to him. "H-Hi, I'm Takehara Momo, I'm a chuunin..." The restless goat would state, as she'd pinch her headband. As if she needed to prove herself with a badge, but to her own personal dismay it was hidden under the scrubs. "Oh-uh... I volunteer too..." She'd try to recover feeling a bit anxious rolling up her scrubs to prove her headband was real. Likely a completely unnecessary act.

"Your sensei asked me to teach you a jutsu, so what's your name and what's this..." Momo hadn't really a depth of fuuinjutsu, she'd seen a few explosion notes and the generic sealing technique was right up her personal alley. This kanji he was writing, if it was that, she couldn't make it out. She also started considering all the crazy things she'd seen a small piece of paper do. "... Hmm, maybe I can teach you something else..." She'd mutter her words all the more muffled by her mask.

Words. -- Tags. Tenka Yujukumono Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

The boy was chewing his poor senbon even thinner than it already was, the practice weapon slowly becoming unusable for anything more than the toothpick it was being used as as the boy continued staring at the script before him. Wasn't this what insanity was, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? And then suddenly, the results changed. Not from the boy suddenly having luck with his illegible handwriting, but instead a new factor very literally entered the room. A blue haired woman entered the classroom suddenly out of nowhere, and Chikap-sensei seemed just as surprised as the young boy sitting at the table. And to add to the strangeness, the boy wasn't sure which part of her wad stranger in this room of learning, the fact that she was wearing doctors clothes mask and all, or that the young woman had horns shaped like a rams. However, her entrance didn't seem to be part of his lesson, as she soon revealed she was here for Chikap-sensei, whispering something in his ear.

By now the boys head was almost on a swivel, swinging back and forth between Chikap-sensei and this newcomer, unsure just what was now going on. And then suddenly, his teacher hurried up and rushed out of the room, asking the strange lady to finish the lessons. H-Hey!! Wait where are you- The boys cries went unanswered as Chikap-sensei left the building, and suddenly the boy was left with a stranger, an audible snap echoing across the classroom as he bit through his wooden senbon.

After cleaning up the two broken bits and inserting a new wooden senbon in his mouth, another sacrifice of one of his practice tools, he would turn to the horned stranger now in charge of his private lessons. He hadn't seen her around before, and she definitely wasn't one of the teachers here at the academy, that he'd definitely remember. But there might be a reason the boy had never seen the sheep lady before, after all he didn't hang around the hospital much and given how she was dressed that did seem to be her occupation. And after the cap wearing boy settled back down after breaking his senbon, the mask wearing woman introduced herself. Volunteer? The boys head would tilt, ink still smeared on his face from his previous frustrations, but unable to hide to look of curiosity on it. The hospital has volunteer doctors? What a scary thought... But while he was comfortable enough to show a little bit of his teasing nature by now, he was holding back a little, unsure how she'd take it. And given she was a chunin, he didn't want to get into trouble, or detention while he was trying to learn outside of class.

My name's Tenka Yujukumono. It was quite a mouthful of a name, and why he usually went by Yuju. Something the mischievous boy very purposefully left out to his new sensei. And that's...Nothing! He'd start crumbling up some of the papers of his failed attempts. It's just that stupid fart jutsu or whatever! It doesn't even matter, it's a dumb jutsu anyways, used by even dumber people! The boys mischievousness was replaced with the same frustration he'd been feeling from his many, many attempts at this. But when the blue haired girl mentioned the possibility of a different jutsu, she'd noticeably catch his attention. I'm listening...

[Takehara Momo]

Momo was a bit thrown back by the questioning of volunteering. He would explain himself by misinterpreting her a little, as well as putting out a question she was mused enough to answer. "Uh-, well as a field medic, you trust me to heal you on the field. So why wouldn't you trust me to heal you in a hospital?" Her semi-confident retort would be followed by a slight embarrassed blush. "I-I'm no doctor though, it's volunteer nurse work. I haven't the experience for a title of such profession yet."

"Yujuikomono...?" She'd attempt to repeat his name, but mess it up a slight bit due to the length. Especially having gone from trying to answer his first question, to immediately absorbing the new name to her drugged mind. "...fart jutsu..." These words spoken in a hushed tone, quite hard to hear through her mask. She had a slight look of disgust, but much of her faces expression hidden by her mask. Thankfully she didn't need to focus on this disturbing technique and could instead teach the boy something a bit more useful.

"Mhmm... Would you rather learn a medical based technique or a weapon based technique?" These were the goats strong points in combat, so surely she'd have or come up with something for the academy student. Granted by many medical shinobi's standards the girls medical skills were subpar. She didn't have the chakra control of many medical shinobi, so she also lacked many of the most famous techniques. She could though rival most others in her herbal knowledge, but this wasn't a clan expertise or considered the most useful. As with time most could just get the instructions from a book.

Words. -- Tags. Tenka Yujukumono Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

What was it's real name? Odor jutsu? Something like that, honestly Yuju's interest in it began and ended only in its ability to get him revenge. He'd never really cared too much for it as a technique, as what it represented. Honestly Fuuinjutsu as a whole wasn't of much interest to the boy, besides some of the flashier things like explosive notes. But as a whole Fuuinjutsu always seemed so...boring. Which would help explain just why he'd never bothered to work on his penmanship too much. But this lady's reaction to how he'd referred to it, as the "fart jutsu" was all to clear. Disgust. Though beyond that, Yuju actually couldn't read her emotions well, or make out her hushed whispers easily, the mask muffling both, and only adding another layer the mystery surrounding her as a lady who'd appeared out of nowhere and replaced his sensei in this training session. Just who was this Takehara Momo?

It seemed like a question the horned girl herself struggled with, appearing almost confident in her first response before sheepishly admitting she was just a nurse. And Yuju's response wouldn't be much better, a minor wincing of his own. I thought all the field medics were doctors..... What had started off as a joke was turning into the boy having some genuine concerns about what might happen to him if he gets hurt on a mission. It almost took the fun out of the success the boy had with messing with her and successfully tripping her up with his name. Almost. No no, it's Yuijikimono.

He was relaxing a bit more, feeling more confident in his ability to get away away with messing with and teasing the poor goat nurse. However, in the end he was here for a lesson, and he wouldn't hesitate even slightly when given the choice. Oh! Weapons! Definitely weapons! I like bukijutsu~ The boy had quite some skill with it as well, probably being in top percentile in his class when it came to weapon training. While his natural chakra control due to coming from a clan specializing in genjutsu might make him well suited for some medical techniques, in the end he preferred cutting people rather than healing them. So, sensei~ What do you have in mind today? The boy had an almost innocent smile, as if he weren't going to abuse this jutsu, the only mischievous looking thing about him being the black ink staining his face.

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Get it? Get it?? SHEEPISHLY. THATS COMEDY

[Takehara Momo]

"True doctors require years of pure medical practice, field medics are shinobi first. Since the field is too dangerous for a non-shinobi." Momo would reply feeling somewhat defensive of her field. It was also something she had the most knowledge, so it'd be the place she'd be able to gain the most regard. Granted the complexity of her field could be appreciated by someone with little or no interest to it. Though she knew things that'd be useful to even non-medical shinobi.

Repeating his name, she'd swear it sounded different the second time around. "Oh, ok." So she'd accept she either miss heard or miss remembered him the first time. She hadn't been confident in it after all, but hearing a sound then it repeated one usually picked up on the oddity. Unable to pinpoint it though, she'd not question it. Instead confide to not addressing them by name until they'd see it spelled out.

Weapons would be the knowledge of choice, which wasn't disappointing to the goat. She quite appreciated the art and fancied herself quite the archer. Giving her a knack for many dexterous arts and techniques. In this room though there wouldn't be a list of items to weaponize. She didn't bring her shinobi gear, so it wasn't going to be bow lessons, but she doubted he'd even have a chance to pull the string back on her bow.

"Those toothpicks." She'd point to his training senbon, as she'd remember a technique she'd seen a past teammate use. She'd never learned it herself, but she was confident through her memory and a bit of guess work she could replicate the technique. "I'll show you how to conceal and fire them hands free, how does that sound?" Momo would explain her thought process, then see if it jived with the academy student.

Words. -- Tags. Tenka Yujukumono Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

Yuju didn't see the appeal to medical ninjutsu, at least not compared to the alternatives that such Chakra control required. Things like genjutsu, which was a far more fun alternative than something as mundane as medical jutsu, something so boringly practical. Yuju lived for the flashiness of things, the show he could put on with genjutsu. And most importantly, he loved to show off. So he'd always thought the people who specialized it were basically doctors, or at least had wanted to be ones. ...There are non doctor medical ninjas? But...It's so....Boring! The boy having showed his lack of practice in fuuinjutsu and complete lack of interest in medical ninjutsu, it was already becoming clear just what type of ninja the young boy was shaping up to become. And it was not one of subtlety.

Which is exactly why he was finding the poor horned teacher struggling with his name so very delicious, his amused smile ever growing at her confused acceptance of his new pronunciation. Tricking adults was not only easy, but it was a lot of fun as well. That was why finding new ones who didn't know him yet, like the masked lady before him, was always a special treat for the boy. And the boy was going to go all in on this, pushing his luck. I'd you're struggling sensei, you can use my clan name~ We're one of the older clans so you've definitely heard of us. The Tanuki clan. You've probably seen some of the Tanuki statues? The boy was gaslight ING the innocent goat, trying to implant false memories of statues that didn't exist. It was just as likely this could blow up in his face at this point, but if it worked, he'd be the I disputed trickster of all time.

But while he had time for play, he was here to learn first and foremost. And so when she pointed to his 'toothpick', the boys eyes raising in surprise from having been so mindlessly chewing his own fighting equipment he'd actually forgotten about them in the first place. Chewing them was quite habit forming it seemed. But, it also seemed to be a positive, as this new sensei offered to teach him something far more his style than some smelly tag jutsu. The ability to spit out a weapon! The surprise faded, replaced with excitement. You can do that?? YES!

[Takehara Momo]

Momo didn't know how to feel about the young boys attitude toward her profession. She didn't try to think too hard on it all, so these questions just seemed out of left field. Luckily his clear disinterest was all the motivation she needed to simply not add on more.

The Tenka would take his trickery too far, as despite not being the brightest Takehara. She certainly wasn't completely daft, she'd pause for a moment and squint at the young academy student. Tanuki weren't any clan she'd heard of in the village and she definitely hadn't seen a tanuki statue not being in relation to the animal. The very fact it was an animal really made it a clear lie.

Especially since the chuunin definitely knew who the Tenka clan were and it wasn't like he hadn't already told her his name. "Tanuki are tricksters, that's why wear a mask. I don't see your mask, but you do seem like quite the trickster." She'd attempt to cleverly call his lie, but in a sense playfully go along with it. Obviously though she hadn't had the wool totally pulled over her eyes.

His boldness might be praised by some even. She was a bit miffed, but she knew the perfect release to her angst. Shooting toothpicks would be no archery, but she always did get a certain sense of relief from the thud of a successful hit. Attempting to put five in her mouth she'd note, she was in fact still wearing a mask. A swift look to the academy student with an expression clearly wondering why nothing had been said.

Pulling off the mask, she'd state aloud. "Hope there wasn't any blood on that... ah, we're fine." She'd mutter upon examining the clean enough mask. Tossing it into the nearest trash bin. "Alright, watch this..." She'd state loading up the five toothpicks into her mouth. Sucking in her breath, she'd fight her bodies initial desire to gag. She'd also have to maneuver her tongue and in part saliva to prevent a toothpick from being swallowed.

This was her first time attempting the jutsu, but with the pressure of the need to look professional as the teacher. As well as the fact her near failure kicked a surge of adrenaline, she'd manage to perform and fire off her five toothpicks. She'd shoot them into a map, she purposely hadn't picked an exact target. As she personally just wanted to hit roughly consistently. One toothpick failing to lodge into the paper and wall behind it. However the rest were basically all in the same spot. And as she stated she did it with no hands!

Words. -- Tags. Tenka Yujukumono Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

The young boy had gotten too caught up in the moment, riding too high off his success of tricking the goat not-a-doctor, gambling bigger and bigger, not knowing when to call it. And in an instant he was caught, having bet too big, with the sleepy looking woman pointing out how Tanuki were infamous tricksters. He smiled wide at being called a trickster, not upset at all at being caught but instead almost reveling in it. The risk was part of the thrill in lying after all. He couldn't help but giggle in response as well, enjoying the comparison between him and the mystical tricksters. I should get a Tanuki mask! Then we'd both be wearing masks~ Imagine all the pranks I could get away with!~ And it'd all be thanks to you sensei~ It had been a wise decision not to praise the boys boldness as the young child showed virtually no self restraint, something that certainly didn't need reinforced given she'd already potentially released a chaotic force unto the village with the mere mention of a mask.

And the boy would only get more distracted from his lessons when he saw the teacher try, and fail, to place some of the wooden senbon in her mouth, having totally forgotten about her mask. In truth, Yuju hadn't thought to mention, having figured it was simply a safety precaution or preference. It never occurred to him she might have simply forgotten to take it off. But watching her come to the realization she was still wearing it, realizing she hadn't meant to wear it all this time, was amazing. The boy wasn't even trying to hold his smile, he was barely holding back laughter as his cheeks puffed slightly from literally holding it in. And when she looked at him, confusion in her eyes, he broke. The cap wearing boy laughed uncontrollably, harder than he had the entire day. He actually fell over, tipping his chair from laughing so hard. HAHAHAH-W-woah! A crash, a thud. The boy rubbed the back of his head, no longer wearing a cap as it fell off, he showed he was fine by looking back at his horned sensei and laughing again.

It was gonna take a miracle to get things back on track after resetting up his chair, or an exceptional teacher. And yet, with one move, the blue haired woman did it, the boy encapsulated by the performance, no longer laughing but in awe. Woahhh...THAT WAS SO COOL SENSEI! He jumped up in excitement, almost falling over again before catching himself. HOW DO I DO THAT?

[Takehara Momo]

It'd take a lot from the chuunin to keep her cool. She'd already felt quite shocked and embarrassed to have realized she still had her mask on. The academy students reaction though, it reminded her of her youth. The way the kids made fun of her 'dirty hands' and 'freak horns', her aloof or chaotic mind unable to give a witty reply. She really wasn't good at being a Takehara, an embarrassment to their name if they knew her better.

Avoiding looking at the keeled over laughing child, Momo would instead look past most of the setting. Her focus instead on her future target of display. She probably should of confirmed the kids safety, but he was likely less safe with her attending to him. Especially as it was clear laughter at her expense, which didn't exactly sit well, but she needed to be professional and above that.

Thankfully her display of the technique being taught would swiftly change the kids disposition, she'd be able to recover slowly her emotional calm. "It's a three step process, the first is comfortably storing the needles, the second is using your lips to form your own natural blow gun then finally blowing the needle as hard as you can to nail that target." She'd explain, as she'd go over to retrieve the toothpicks she'd fired off.

Words. -- Tags. Tenka Yujukumono Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

With youth came certain privileges, an acceptance that not all social conventions would be met, where taunts and remarks could be waved off with the excuse of kids will be kids. And Yuju was just clever enough to take full advantage of this, rarely thinking about some of the remarks he made towards people, or their feelings he'd do things like laugh at them. And this was no exception. The young boy didn't notice the goat girls uncomfortableness at his laughter, her inattentiveness to his accident, because it didn't really occur to him to even pay attention to such things. He'd found his new teacher forgetting her mask to be funny, so he laughed at her. It was simple, it was pure, and it was cruel. But kids could be cruel sometimes.

But, the longer haired boy was also easily enticed and distracted, with the right motivation at least, and the allure of being able to do exactly as she had was more than enough to turn him into an attentive student. Though, that didn't mean he wasn't going to just rush into things, something he had a habit of doing. And in his rush, he wasn't even able to get past step one of the poor girls lessons, securely placing the toothpick into his mouth. As the moment she'd turned her back to retrieve her wooden senbon, the eager boy perhaps too eagerly tried placing his own wooden senbon into his mouth, to where when his own gag reflex activated he was unable to fight it.

The horned girl would hear coughing behind her, and then dry heaving as the boy choked on his senbon before he managed to cough it up. And like before he'd find himself falling out of his death, though this time not from laughter but instead still coughing from his mis-step. Though it couldn't be said it wasn't karmic, the boy having tried to imitate the girl he'd been laughing at, only to have such disastrous results.