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age 15 years old
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notes go here! they look best at two lines but you can go wild if you want since they start to scroll~
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With just the title at the top of these old brown parchments revealed, Konsho immediately understood the time consuming translation he would need to perform. Even with reliable partners and contacts like Azubi, obtaining any lost knowledge or forbidden lore did not guarantee instant profit. Sometimes articles obtained were old and damaged, other times they were smudged and difficult to discern precisely what they spoke of. In this scroll's particular case- it was afflicted by both of the former problems, and the fact that it was written in an ancient text. More times than Kosho was comfortable with admitting, this led to dead end discoveries- secrets hidden behind locks who's keys had rusted away before the young man was even born. Thankfully, quite a few of the more reliable entries about the Eight Gates were also written in this archaic language, and as favor would have it said language was among one of the dead languages in the Takigakure archives- although the culture it belonged to was long since forgotten. Thus, Konsho could begin the long and tedious process of translating each word over until he had a complete translation. The work was at this point repetitive- find the lettering used, figure out what word that translated to, form a full sentence, re-read that sentence to search for odd placements or word choice that could hint at that word being a synonym- so on.
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So Konsho yet again began to reflect, thinking back to the actual deal where he got this very scroll. Under the guise of a rich prince by the name of Hisahito Masako, Konsho had utilized one of the more basic ninja techniques; transformation, to wrap himself in an illusory disguise. The first time he had appeared, 'Masako' had made the mistake of covering himself too much, looking incredibly suspicious. Thankfully spending a year on any given subject would lead to expertise, and Konsho had spent quite a long time obsessing over this particular one. He had figured out the best way to hide in the black market- and in general as he discovered in the exams when another genin simply walked to the finish line- was to make your presence as unquestionable as possible. When working with less fashionable characters, 'Masako' tended to 'wear' a red scarf around his neck, contrasting a black over shirt and long white sleeved under shirt. This combined with well made but simple slacks gave the illusion of a prince who was trying his best to look normal- although the fabricated quality of the outfit would give hints to his wealth. But with Azubi, Masako wore his 'finer wears'. A fine silk kimono, deep red set great contrast to the pale skin and blond hair of Konsho's alter ego- one that suited the princely persona well.
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This alter ego of his was currently lounging at a table in a well to do bar with in the land of Bonchi no Kuni, one that was practically barren at the early hour he made sure to meet Azubi at. With in person meetings, several key factors had to be assured. The first was a location where privacy was respected and encouraged, which was thankfully handled when one became known in the black market. Such important details were among the first things you had to learn in this trade, lest you be dragged to the dealer's own cantina, where their employees could try to pry into your life in order to hook all future transactions to that trader. The second was avoiding too many crowds. It was inevitable in such busy places that the eye would drift, and risk seeing something that would result in the acquisition of hit men on both the buyer and marketeer's behalf. Thus avoiding the rush was paramount in these dealings, especially when it eliminated the desire to speak over other customers entirely. Of course publicity was the strangest of requirements for an illegal activity, but when one considered it was better to have witnesses if someone decided to pay in blood instead of ryo, the contradiction became logical. So many bars, clubs, and so on were common sites of such dealings.
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Sitting across from him, an overweight but jolly and carefree man was laughing over a joke he had just told, which 'Masako' politely chuckled at as he swirled a glass of sake in his hand. The man seemed to be the inverse but equally wealthy mirror of Masako, a portly man wearing cool blues and greens in various layers across his body, adding to his already wide frame in a flattering way. Slicked black hair and a thick beard hid the round face that would make him seem much younger than he was, one Azubi kept well trimmed and fashionable no matter the occasion, or so he liked to claim. As his laugh died down, the collector would look Masako in the eye. "So tell me, why don't we ever meet at your estate?"
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"I'd rather my father not know of our transactions. The last thing I need is another speech of 'wasting my time' with these occult scrolls." As Azubi gave an understanding laugh, Konsho couldn't help but mentally roll his eyes at the black marketeer. The man thought he had hit the jackpock with Masako as a repeat customer, a prince with a chip on his shoulder who'd pay any price to rub those who looked down on him into the dirt. Konsho had worked hard to maintain that image, often using Masako as way to vent about various frustrations in his life. It was a bit therapeutic, but none the less annoying to put on this image of a whining child to get what another person had promised him. "I did however, make sure to visit your in person this time." The blond prince would add as he took a last swig of his sake.
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"I know, I know." The dealer would half acknowledge, half dismiss as he prepared to move onto business. In truth Konsho liked working with Azubi- even if the relationship was built exclusively on lies, there was an honesty to the deceit. Both knew what they were there for, and saw no reason to pretend otherwise. From that straight forward and to business nature, the two had grown to respect the other, even if neither knew the other's actual name. The broker also had a good head on his shoulders, aware that giving into his greed too much would lead to his downfall, and that neither he nor Konsho could afford to betray each other- the idea amounting to an overly complicated confession.
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That was not to say the trafficker was without his faults when it came to working with him. Azubi was firmly in the third category of black marketeer, which meant he was acutely aware of how much what he had was worth. This did mean that his reputation was good enough that he couldn't afford to give Konsho outright fraudulent material, and since 'Masako' had spent a year 'learning' shinobi arts, his claims had become more believable with every passing week. But in doing so, that meant Azubi had quite a large amount of control over how much he could squeeze Konsho for. Early on he had fallen for the trap of noticing that the harder Azubi haggled, the greater the prize actually was. Azubi was, of course, aware of this tell- and managed to rile Konsho up enough to get him to pay anything lest the acquisition go to someone else. As far as Konsho was concerned however, the rewards outweighed the risks. "Thank you for the bottle by the way." Azubi would add, referring to the gift Konsho had brought to the meeting. The two would briefly pause as waitress brought them new cups of Sake, curtly bowing as she left.
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"I'm glad you enjoy it. Consider my apology that we can't meet outside of these musty common areas." Konsho would speak once the woman was far enough away, his voice lowering as he continued. "I assume you've found something worth me making this trek? You were exceedingly vague in your summary."
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"So were yours. Gotta say these numbered Gates of yours are surprisingly hard to dig up." The dark haired man would explain as he moved a package from his satchel to the cushion beside him. Konsho's eyes remained locked on the merchant, not flicking over for a moment. In the past he had made that mistake when a new object looked promising, and in doing so revealed a bit more desperation to Azubi. This time, he'd maintain focus on the deal, even as the heard the weighty drop of whatever the package contained. "I've seen reference to gates in fuinjutsu mostly, a good amount of genjutsu, and even a few ninnjutsu. But until you came to me about this one I had never heard of a gate based taijutsu, let alone a numbered one. I know I've come through a few times for you, but as a merchant I must be honest, those were just half handed mentions and pieces of stories compared to this. This book actually has a series of aged parchment, something about the many inner barriers." Konsho's mind translated barriers and gates rather quickly, although the term many did worry the young man. 'Many' did not give an exact number, and Konsho knew exactly how many gates there were. But at the same time, it could be this was some foreign language's way of saying eight; similar to how a 'couple' is two specifically but a 'few' can be three or four. "But of course... this took quite a good amount of money to acquire. This book has several lost articles of taijutsu all bound together. So I unfortunately had to pay quite a lot more. Than I planned."
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Konsho, for his part, already knew this would lead to a renegotiation of the deal. He expected as much, but Masako was an overly prideful prince, and would put up a fight. So the charade would proceed on in quiet but impassioned fashion. Konsho had realized long ago that Azubi would not be satisfied unless Masako seemed to desperately allow a greater deal at the last second. So the method was simple; start where you agreed, then allow a few inches of ground while throwing in the occasional sign of cracking. The nail in the coffin of this haggling session ended when Azubi brought up that 'it would be a shame for some ancient text to be given to someone who wants to know how genjutsu affected the senses.'
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By the end, Masako placed the package in his kimono, secretly placed in a pocket of Konsho's cloak. Giving a small half annoyed half excited boy, the Prince Masako would leave town on foot, a disguise Konsho had to maintain for a mile at a normal human's pace lest people become suspicious of the prince's speed or sudden disappearance the second line of site was broken. Thus he would begin the journey home, to study this heavy tome he had been given.
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