[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin had been wandering for some time, he was being drawn to this country, unknowingly drawn towards it. There were images, but things were starting to settle in his mind. Sunagakure was the place he had come from, but they were a place he no longer wished to have any belonging to. He had woken up with some supplies in a hot jungle with flies landing on him as if he were a corpse. There was a pack, no instructions, and no headband. He didn't need a headband, he had renounced his shinobihood in Sunagakure. He was making his way elsewhere now... Amegakure no Sato was where he wanted to be. So he stepped through the jungle lands until he crossed into a rainy Arashi no Kuni.

The storm clouds seemed to be endless here, and the droplets of rain would cling to his skin. He wandered through marshes, occasionally resting to eat or even drink some water that he had packed away. He had no idea where he was going in truth. There was no marker for finding a hidden village, none at all. So he followed along the wilderness, occasionally joining up with a winding road. He would speak to merchants, trying to figure out how to get to Amegakure.

But he always ended up empty-handed. So on he wandered drawn only through instinct, something in his head telling him to do this and nothing else.

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by sixsmith.

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

After a while he did find a town, and inquired to some of the locals as to where Amegakure no Sato was. He was given more precise directions from a merchant after he had expressed that he was very lost and had a strange memory loss and needed some kind of medic. The merchant believed him, especially with how incapable Rin was to recite where he had come from at all. He had felt some pity, and so Rin was now on his way to Amegakure with a more precise location on his map.

Night would blanket the wilderness and he would find himself a tree to sleep in, and when morning came he was moving along again. There was nothing particularly telling about him, his clothing was normal... He knew he was a shinobi and at this junction he was convinced that he might be an Ame one but it was hard to tell with how many holes there were in his memory.

He kept walking down an open road, occasionally bristling and shaking his head when it rained on him. But otherwise, the travels had been quite peaceful as he trudged along, trying his best to avoid any mud puddles along the way.

[Arrival in Amegakure if not intercepted in 3 more posts]

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by sixsmith.

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

A large leaf was his shelter some days later, he was taking adequate breaks but a storm had come down quite thick and so having found himself in the middle of nowhere at that moment he crawled underneath the leaf and yanked at his jacket. His skin felt like it was awakening for the first time in a long time, the damp humid air was making his pores quite literally bloom underneath it all. He wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling his knees close to his chest as he rested his chin on top of his knees he stared quietly out into the world. The rain seemed to continue for eternity, with thunder and lightning.

Rin smiled to himself briefly, something about the way the lightning crackled across the sky and to the earth seemed familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint it. the large leaf was sufficient protection for the time being until the water turned to ice and it began to hail, then the leaf was battered and not quite so good. Rin retreated further into the brush surrounding him. He lay flat on his stomach and made himself as close to the earth as possible along with the leaf litter.

The blond's eyes closed and he found himself falling asleep even in danger. Then, once his body signaled that there was nothing to hide from and the storm had come and gone he would come out, covered in dirt and leaves and quite damp with hair sticking to his freckled cheeks, and continue his journey anew.

[Arrival in Amegakure if not intercepted in 2 more posts]

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by sixsmith.

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

The rain had come and gone, but as always there were still stormy clouds out there, somewhere and he was moving towards them. He had a feeling he would be rained upon in due time if he kept moving in that direction. But it seemed this land never truly stopped being damp, littered with storms. Of course, it was the land of *storms* any other way wouldn't make sense. Then again, he supposed the land of *fire* would mean that the land was constantly experiencing fire and his subconscious did not recall seeing any fire there. When had he been to Hi no Kuni? He scratched at the crevices of his mind, unsure of the answer, and unable to come up with it.

It occurred to Rin that it didn't really matter, perhaps the answer was as simple as someone had a more apt naming convention than someone else and that was that.

The teen kept walking quietly, unbothered by the world all-around occasionally a drizzle of rain would pass by, but nothing like that storming clouds that were getting ever closer. Perhaps that was his destination? Amegakure, it was hidden within the rain perhaps there was some merit to that dark cloud to be so consistently hanging around.

[Arrival in Amegakure if not intercepted in 1 more post]

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by sixsmith.

[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "Ah huh...there we are...the reason you continue to have such a successful recovery...safely collected.." Aiya would frown as she looked toward the young child, now considered an adult as she guided them through the area in pursuit of medical supplies. It was strange how the young seemed to grow up to be either foolish, reckless or stubborn. The events in dealing with the one known as Shodaime had more than allowed for the village of fire to know of just whom it was that held a demon, and it was only a matter of time before there was some kind of response or at the very least, some recognition of that. In the end, she held enough of a reputation within the village to be previewed to such things, even going so far as to have a seat at the table though she kept it quite empty at times. "If you continue such actions...you best be sure to know what you need in order to recover after....much like any growing youth...I will not be here forever to ensure you do not get it wrong and poison yourself..." In saying this, her hand holding the handle of an umbrella, the woman would glance toward AIKAWA...or rather Squeakers as they wished to be called, stopping short as she noted a figure stumbling, almost in shambles as they came down the path. "Well...well...interesting...the dear doesn't even have a coat..." SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used-

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[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin was exceptionally close at this point, the buildings of the village were not vivid outlines in the distance. It was all in sight. But, instead of coming to the village uninterrupted, he was spotted by a woman. He always had a decently innocent look about him, and he was quite short and definitely looked like a teenager. There was nothing on him that could give away his origins, but he did look like he had been traveling for quite some time and his outfit was a bit damp from the on and off raining still.

He didn't swerve off the path of the woman though, he seemed entirely unbothered. He had no need to explain himself, he could be a merchant or just someone who was traveling around. Right? He wasn't sure. Everything in his head was still a bit fuzzy, thoughts and memories were not quite lining up. He knew certain things, but he couldn't recall where he learned them, he just knew that he did.

It was strange, certainly, but he had a strange calling to this wetland. Maybe someone here was important to him? It would be hard to confirm, this amnesia was getting a little boring.

"Hello," He greeted lightly, not wishing to stop.

209 words. Takehara Aiya Mikazuki Aikawa.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

It was no secret that Squeakers didn't care for JITE operatives, and he had--in fact--lost most respect even for higher-ranking shinobi altogether. This one, however, was okay. Squeakers wouldn't exactly say he was buddy-buddy with her, but she was a medical shinobi, and that was a field that he did hold respect for. And, she wasn't too annoying, either. Which was nice. He wasn't overly friendly to the black-haired woman, but she hadn't behaved disrespectfully toward him as of yet, so he hadn't shown her any real hostility, either.
    "Retrieving Shodaime was hardly my decision," he replied to the jounin simply, dismissing her words slightly. If it'd been up to him, he wouldn't have wasted or risked Amegakure's resources on the woman at all. It wasn't in his agenda, and if he ever were the Ame Lord should Sanosuke need to turn his attention elsewhere, Squeakers certainly wouldn't have enacted such a plan or anything of a similar sort. He was a bit more of a pacifist, and even in the fight to retrieve the Hyūga woman, he'd not killed anybody despite his display of strength. There hadn't been a need to kill anybody, and he wasn't as bloodthirsty as he'd let his enemies believe. Even with the beast's influence, he wasn't beyond reason. "But, if a little scuffle like that was enough to put me out of commission, then Amegakure's got bigger problems to worry about."
    If he was really so weak that going up against some enemy shinobi caused him to get seriously injured or killed... then he was a pathetic shinobi and he wasn't worthy of carrying the title "jinchūriki", as far as he was concerned. And Amegakure would have done a poor job in their selection of hosts, and that kind of misguidance was a serious concern for a village's leaders to possess.
    But that wasn't the case. Amegakure did have good leaders, and they had selected a good shinobi for the role.
    "And while I appreciate your assistance, I don't know that I'll ever need your help when it comes to recovering from my injuries. My partner's got me covered, so you don't even need to waste your chakra. Better that you focus on those who need your skill and expertise, more." It was something else he'd learned during the battle for Shodaime. He'd been covered in small gashes and cuts from one of the enemy's assaults. It wasn't anything he couldn't push through and overcome--if there was one thing Squeakers could handle, it was pain. But while in that cloaked form, it seemed that Gyūki's chakra had healing affects, as well as being able to protect his host.
    Squeakers glanced upon the blond male who seemed to be passing through--he looked like a wet rat that had just escaped the attention of a cat. Disheveled, soaked to the bone, and a distant expression on his face.
    He was clearly out of place, here, unprepared for his journey, and... that pointed to him being lost.
    Though, strangely enough, he didn't ask for help even when Squeakers's companion commented on his appearance.
    Squeakers held out a hand to stop the boy from continuing his path any further. "You lost, kid?" That much seemed obvious, but Squeakers wasn't really asking whether or not this guy knew where he was or where he was going.

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "And hello to you too dear..." Aiya would blink for a moment as she looked at the blonde haired male, his stature quite lean and built. though his demeanor showed no true sign as a threat. Still, it was best to be sure, and it seemed that Squeakers was indeed ahead of her in that regard. With the question of them being lost came up, the older female would draw the umbrella upward, hoping to shield the trio from the rain. "It is fine if you are...it can be challenging at times to navigate the area, even for a resident..." There was something about the boy that did seem off, or perhaps it was just his lack of any real gear to provide identification. With her head tilted, she'd prepare herself to listen to his answer , ready to interject if need be. SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used-

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[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

The hand reaching out did make Rin pause in his path, it was clear by the way he moved that he wasn't hostile. Lost was one way to put it, at least he was definitely mentally lost. But, he in a way knew where he was going. He had been directed towards Amegakure when he had gone through another local village and his lack of identification definitely made people let up their guard around the teenager... That didn't necessarily equate to an easy navigation to the village itself, it was hidden after all and the way he was dressed and how wet he was from all the rain showed that he was from elsewhere trying to find his way.

A few things stood out to him, the two in front of him had chakra signatures. One *much* larger than the other, in fact, the chakra signature next to the woman indicated something very familiar that he couldn't quite pinpoint. But, he knew these two were shinobi if not by any physical indicators then by sensory alone now that they were quite close to each other.

The umbrella overhead elicited another small smile from Rin.

"Thank you, quite rainy around these parts," He commented a light laugh leaving him. It was an observation with the slight cadence of comedy.

"I am a bit lost," He glanced over the shoulders of the two.

"I've been looking for Amegakure no Sato. Don't have any real directions other than word of mouth around the nation," He admitted sheepishly. "I was hoping that the city behind you was the place... But maybe not. I'm quite tired."

271 words. Mikazuki Aikawa Takehara Aiya.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

A wanderer who was just passing through... Not visibly armed to the teeth, but that didn't write him off as harmless. Squeakers knew better than any, after all, just how dangerous someone could be even if they didn't have any "apparent" weaponry on themselves. And while he seemed innocent enough in demeanor--awkward, quiet, a little smile at the offered shelter... It could very well have just been an act. Words meant nothing to Squeakers. The boy said he was lost, but offered up the location of "Amegakure" among his objectives.
    "Why?" A simple question, but Squeakers wasn't overly friendly. He showed no sympathy for the wanderer, and there was no pity in his voice. Of all the places in the world--why Amegakure? It was a military base--a hidden shinobi village. What business would a wanderer have there? He'd be better off redirecting the stranger to some other town nearby. But it raised the question, of course, of who would have pointed him in their direction.
    It wasn't that outsiders never visited Amegakure--allied shinobi were allowed visitation under the right circumstances. And, of course, there were the occasional clients who needed to be in Amegakure upon their request for aid. Escorts, especially. There were civilians, too, who went in and out of the village at their leisure.
    But this boy didn't seem to be a civilian of Arashi no Kuni. Not by his accent, or his clothing and apparent unfamiliarity with the climate.
    He could have been a shinobi, but if he was--it meant one of two things. Either he was very lost, or he was explicitly hiding something. He didn't have a forehead protector located anywhere visibly, and Squeakers knew the habit of not parading around with one wasn't exactly commonplace. It happened--Squeakers certainly never wore one. But it wasn't typical.
    And that was, if he was even a shinobi to begin with.
    Squeakers still had no idea what the kid's intentions were in these lands. It was possible he was looking for help--given how rugged he was, it wouldn't be difficult to assume he was in some kind of desperate situation needing some assistance. Still, he hadn't asked for help at the first sign of the two Amegakure shinobi.
    While Squeakers didn't think this kid could likely do too much damage even if he did get inside Amegakure, the jinchūriki was always cautious and seldom welcoming.
    Still, he tried not to sound too hostile. The boy hadn't done anything yet--though he was raising several red flags to the suspicious shinobi.

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Takehara Aiya Sato Rin

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "My friend is asking this because you appear a bit disheveled and unsure my dear....please...allow me to look at you...I am a medic..." Aiya would look toward the boy, almost as though Squeakers were not even there, her gesture moving to face him as she began to gently reach out her hand and touch his face. Her eyes would look him over, her silver tongue speaking as she began to gently move her hand toward his shoulder, guiding him as such toward the shelter that was one of the many buildings that laid under construction. While she did so, she spoke to him, using her words slowly as she continued to lock eyes with him. "You do appear a bit pale...and the moisture from your pores seem less so from the rain...you mentioned that you were tired?" In having him take a seat upon a rock, her body would kneel down as she continued to look the child over with a smile and a thoughtful gaze. The woman had seen many things within her life, and she had spoken many individuals attempting to hide truth from their lies. Her own web was just as elaborate, as much as her sway with them in getting others to do as she asked and say what she wanted them to. It was a skill that was not taught, but inherited. Yet, with this one there appeared to be no such signs of any lie. No eyes aversion or attempt at deceit. No cunning, simply perceived truth. It was fascinating. She honestly had never seen such a thing before and it in a way, interested her. Still, there was indeed something odd about him and the way in which he had been told to come here. If it were indeed by vocal aid, then perhaps that was indeed the case, but to not know? His attire seemed ragged, perhaps he were some sort of vagabond that came upon something he were not meant to see? "You may call me Aiya....what is your name my dear?" SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin didn't seem to shy away too much from the questioning, not flinching or seeming fearful, just smiling as he got led over to a slightly worn down sheltered area. He settled so that the woman can look him over.

"I think I'm alright, but yes, tired," He whispered to her. Being a medic - he wasn't sure why he was so aware of his own abilities - he was pretty certain that he was not greatly injured. Perhaps a little hungry, and thirsty. He stared at the woman, before looking towards the one that was less trustworthy of the situation.

"I was hoping to pledge my skills to the village, I think..." Rin chuckled to himself as the woman looked him over. "I admit I must sound crazy, but it's been a long journey, and I must have hit my head. I don't really remember much of anything, just that I know I want to be here." His shoulders slumped forward ever so slightly, suddenly he was feeling fatigue in his bones from his travels or maybe he was just acting.

"You know when you feel your heart calling you to something? To action? That's... That's how I feel." He explained, and at the very least he seemed honest even if what he said was rather odd.

"Sato, Rin. It's nice to meet you, Aiya-san," He dipped his head in a slight bow out of respect and then towards the other. "You as well."

243 words. Takehara Aiya Mikazuki Aikawa.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

Aiya showed far more compassion to the stranger--something that Squeakers did not protest. The two were mere acquaintances, one with an advantage over the other. Being that Squeakers was a jinchūriki, several members of Amegakure had special information and insight on him due to the records that were compiled on him. Squeakers was not provided such information when it came to everyone else, of course. So, Aiya likely knew much more about Squeakers than he did about her. And, because of this, much of the time he spent with her was time spent watching. Observing. Learning.
    The woman aided the boy by bringing him over to some temporary shelter before checking up on him. She offered compassionate words to him, giving her name--likely as a means of getting information from him, in turn. It was polite to provide your name once someone else's was offered, of course. And small, personal talk like this could ease a person into familiarity. It was more comforting, in a way, to be speaking with acquaintances opposed to complete strangers.
    The boy followed her guidance, and he acted normally. Exhausted, he mostly whispered--but Squeakers could tell from his body language and facial expressions that it wasn't out of secrecy or suspicion, merely fatigue.
    He spoke some more. Quietly, but giving more insight to the situation in response to Squeakers's question.
    The boy wanted to join the village? Interesting. While it was still suspicious--spies would likely be happy to join enemy villages, too--it wasn't unheard of. Yuuyake had been an outsider who joined Amegakure's ranks. Shodaime had recently been recovered from Konoha and was now an ally to the village hidden in the rain. It wasn't unbelievable, and it wasn't impossible. In truth, the boy before them sounded something like a child speaking their dreams with wistful optimism. "I've always wanted to become a samurai! I'll work really hard, and one day I'll get there and prove everyone wrong!" or, "I want to grow up to become a Kage! It's my dream to protect and lead my village that I love so much!"
    Cute, in a way.
    But the words of being pulled by a desire in his heart were lost on Squeakers. Did he know what that was like? When one's heart ushered them forth to achieve a certain goal?
    "I don't have a heart."
    It wasn't something he could empathize. At least, not right away. He'd never been allowed such dreams and aspirations. Being able to do what he wanted--the whole idea sounded absurd to him. Following his dreams? Being compelled by emotion to achieve a certain task? His heart had been locked away for so many years, he couldn't even remember what it was like to desire something.
    He only knew fear, anger, and obligation.
    Every time he did something, it seemed to be driven by some kind of resentment.
    Still, even if it wasn't something his mind could recall, it was something he understood to an extent. He knew it wasn't an uncommon thing for humans to follow their heart or to be driven by desire. It was a beautiful kind of thing, really. And while Squeakers made it clear that he was not like the boy--or anyone, really--he didn't laugh or mock the notion, or disregard what was being said.
    Sato Rin was the name provided. Squeakers supposed that he was the only one who hadn't introduced himself, now, and decided to uphold the formalities. "I am the 'Masked Monster of Amegakure'. But most people in my village call me 'Squeakers'. It's nice to meet you, too, Rin."
    Squeakers crossed his arms and looked over to Aiya. There were more pieces of the puzzle falling into place, but a great deal of mystery surrounded the boy, still. Squeakers didn't trust him (but did he trust anyone?), but he recognized it wasn't fully up to him to make any decisions. If this kid really wanted to join Amegakure, while his motivations were unclear, it didn't necessarily mean he had ill intent. And Squeakers didn't expect most people to be self-aware enough to properly analyze every possible subconscious motivation behind their dreams and desires if they were genuine, and if he was up to something fishy, it wasn't something that Squeakers would be able to discern in a couple of minutes.
    They'd have to go through a process to learn more.
    Squeakers performed a quick hand seal, and several clones of himself appeared. With a dismissing wave of his hand, they shot off from their location and began to make distance--aware of the intent behind their creation.
    "Alright. Well, if you're not just sightseeing, then I suppose we could bring you to Amegakure. You'll be heavily monitored, and I want to warn you that you won't have free access to the village. But it'd be wrong of me to turn down a potential initiate, don't you think? But if you're coming with hopes and dreams that you'll get to be a cool ninja living in a cool village and have lots of friends and a new family and everything will be sunshine and rainbows, I'd hate to inform you that the path of a shinobi is one of hardships and bloodshed. What you're seeking isn't some light task."
    Of course, it didn't have to all be death and despair. There were plenty of good things--friends, allies, formed connections, family, pride, honor. It was all possible. Yuuyake had attained a great deal after joining Amegakure, and as horrific and grim as a shinobi's path was, and despite all of the burdens he had to bear by joining such a village, it was true that the man's quality of life had greatly improved upon proving his allegiance to Amegakure.
    Squeakers didn't know Rin. He didn't know if he was a spy, a fugitive, or some civilian child with a wild imagination. But if he was the latter, Squeakers was more than happy to quickly cut down any unrealistic fantasies and reveal the hard truth.

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Takehara Aiya Sato Rin

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "I do indeed....many start with such aspirations in wishing to service a calling higher than themselves...it is a sign of good character..." Aiya was capable of working subtly in order to uncover what she needed to know. In any event this boy was indeed a threat, or simply just a poor boy with dreams that were less tempered by years of service. Though not in the way that he may have realized. The origins of his coming here, the concept of him having a foggy memory. They were indeed bells that run true, but it would not have been the move in which she had done. To which, she could only look toward Squeakers with a calm expression, turning her gaze back as she continued to work her spell as she spoke gently. "While it may appear heavy handed....I sadly must agree....as of late we have had our own share of troubles with visitors and the need in which to protect the village has placed many on high alert...do not fear though....I am certain that all this will be cleared and you will be free to follow your ambitions...we are dire need of such dedicated youth..." As she helped him to his feet, her expression continued to hold a smile as she looked upon him. "I will be with you as well...in the meantime...we should also be sure to check on your condition....have you had anything to eat today?" It was now a matter of keeping the boy calm, and to at the very least create a connection in which to allow for comfort. A die had indeed been tossed in this moment and if he reacted poorly, the truth would be revealed of his intention. It was a more rash means of gaining evidence to their true nature, but one that was not uncommon. A creation of sudden threat and perhaps rattling them into revealing their truth. A tactic that worked for some, but not on an trained spy. But, it may very well be in her favor....in more ways than one.... Time would tell... SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin smiled lightly towards Squeakers when the boy introduced himself in return. He had no heart, but somehow Rin doubted that. He always had the ability to see the best in people, though he had grown more jaded in his time as a shinobi, those little things were a bit more muted in his mind and emotions though. Right now, everything was a fog and he felt more like what he used to be, than what he had become. Almost like a fresh slate, but with a dark cloud hanging over him.

He wasn't particularly bothered by the clone creation, something very dutiful and understanding of shinobi nature in him told him that this was normal and the words that came after did not bother him either. He just listened.

"I don't think it will be sunshine and rainbows, Squeakers-san," Rin responded plainly with a nod. "I understand the need to monitor and make sure I'm safe." He would address both of them with his second statement.

"No... I have not. I probably should have gone hunting, but I have been very determined to come here. I just feel like I can rest, now that I'm finally here." He wasn't sure why though, it felt like an out-of-body experience.

"Perhaps I can show you two, or whoever, what I am capable of doing..." That was the one thing he knew he had, skill, even though everything else had close to disappeared from his mind. "To show I will be a valuable asset."

252 words. Takehara Aiya Mikazuki Aikawa.

by sixsmith.