Kojirou, obviously, took another apple piece. These were really fresh, not unlike the rare bamboo fruits that only sprout once every handful of years, and it kept his soul at ease with all the injuries still aching inside and out. He… briefly remembered the view. The view from all the way up in the air – yes, his eyes opened for a brief moment, taking in how close the ceiling was at that point. It was scary.
"Man… any higher, and I would’ve flown through the opening on top,” he commented concerning the arena and the moonlight that was able to shine through from the round opening on the ceiling. Now, from Kojirou’s perspective, a 9-year old kid was way faster and way stronger than him… obviously, it made him question a lot at first. Goro, however, tried to explain what his source of power was… for Kojirou did remember. He was looking at him the entire time, and Goro appeared to exhale real hard before disappearing.
Something called the Gate of Opening… hey, he’d heard that name before. Although, he had no clue why this thing called Gate of Opening could result in such an explosive force. Goro explained, in a very short version, what the Technique actually did, and Kojirou listened with twitching ears. Something that took a big toll on the body in return for power…
It sounded like-
"Like… like my Nekketsukan,” he uttered loudly, "Huh… no, wait, Nekketsukan doesn’t make me that much stronger and faster.” His Jutsu, Hot-Blooded Man, generated heat from within his body to power his physique and even coat his skin in a thin layer of magma, and while it had the same drawbacks, the increase in results – based on experience using the Jutsu himself – was still subpar with what Goro showcased. He realized that, had he got the time to weave the handseals, the result… would’ve still been the same, in the end.
Goro’s body didn’t emit any visible elements or bursts of chakra, not from Kojirou’s perspective. It was likely easier to maintain. If anything, it made Kojirou desire to learn that Jutsu himself, but… was it called for? Was it a good time to-
Nevermind. He couldn’t bring himself to ask.
Taking the glass of water and downing half of it in one go, Kojirou cupped his chin. Goro suggested that he could try again on the next year’s Chūnin Exams, so in that regard, Kojirou would have a whole year to prepare – of course, granted he didn’t graduate due to some miraculous circumstances. "…” But what would Ahma think? This path of a shinobi… a path she hated deeply. And here he was, not exactly with great results from his Exams. She would likely tell him to quit it for his own good, and instead go out and seek a better life. She would likely never believe that he got on good terms with an Iwa-nin… wait…
"Goro,” Kojirou suddenly spoke his name, clearly and without backlashes from his injuries, "…” The atmosphere grew thicker by the second, and Kojirou’s eyes… were darkening. Whatever he had to say was…
"… Uh, what was it again? I thought of something…” he mumbled out, losing the thread in his head as to what he had to say to him, "… Ah, forget it. Can’t remember. Uh, hey, I’m still alive… just realized. Were you holding baaaaack?~” As if whatever serious tone he had moments ago turned to dust and scattered in the wind, Kojirou decided to be a little playful. "You sure that was a good idea? Kusa and Iwa aren’t on good terms, that much I know… maybe they’ll scold you, or something. I don’t want that.”
As weird as it all sounded, if you were to glare into Kojirou’s honey-brown eyes, there’d be no doubt. Those were eyes ready to kill for what they believed in. But it was still a good point – what was Goro’s stance? Why was he so friendly? If anything, Atagi was wary of Iwa, and Koume likely had her reasons too.
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