Huh… an awfully eager one. Listen, war might’ve still sounded cool and awesome to young kids like him, but… the lad was clearly in his teens. He wasn’t a toddler in grandeur – he was a shinobi, too. At the same time, nothing in his eyes spoke of grandeur – looking at Yuuto’s pupils brought nothing but a gritting sense of animosity. He looked ready to fight at any moment.
Sharp kid…
Still, a very weird question – why the Chūnin and not the Genin? The boy thought himself useful compared to the Shouki in front of him, and that was barefooted retardation. Kumori couldn’t sugar-coat it in his head – that was just a dumb take. Wherever this kid came from, disrespect like that was lethal.
… Yeah, sure, whatever Kumori, beat up the next kid you see, huh? Soooooooooo helpful for mighty Kirigakure, eh? You were the adult, idiot – that meant you knew better ways to straighten lost kids out. Let’s cut to the case – this kid thought himself better than him? Only one way to clarify that.
"How were you chosen to go to the front lines over someone as useful as myself?"
"Because you haven’t mastered Sekken.”
A rather… random answer from Kumori. Sekken was an ancient Taijutsu school originating from this here haven of killing arts. The Severing Fist meant that Kumori carrying a sword was meant to lead enemies into a false hope in knowing his skillset, and he’d honestly taken pleasure in surprising them with a sword they didn’t expect.
"… Pft, obviously there are other issues you may need to work with, brat,” he decided to lay things clear for the confused Genin, "But if you master Sekken, then maybe that’ll be your argument against the council.” He was testing the boy’s patience first – would he show interest in a whole school of martial arts, or would he just throw another worthless tantrum and maybe sob and sulk a little more?
What was Yuuto really made of?
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