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How. Much. Longer. Would. this. take. Another day in the academy and Hotarubi was starting to get aggravated and sick of seeing teacher's faces. He knew the syllabus. Knew the attacks. This was beneath him and his brother: he was better than this. What else could they possibly teach him that he didn't already know? He stayed in the classroom with the other students, who were much too young for his own liking - he didn't like them all that much anyways. But, he had to be there if he wanted to graduate. This - ugh. He was in a foul mood today and everybody else could see it, which explained why nobody had said more than two sentences to him the entire day. He hadn't opened his book yet- nor took notes in between lessons. The day was gnawing at him, and he couldn't wait to get out of there. What else could he be possibly taught? The arrogance in his body and face were astounding but at this point it came part and parcel with the Yamakira. They were the noble and royal clan, and Hotarubi or Nageku had made other people aware of it more than once. But, he had been beat down so many times - how much more was this going to take?

[Toff E]

The younger of his two sons was basically done. Remedial lessons and then he would be worth at least looking at unlike his lazy ass of a brother. Nageku would not even attempt to train that prowess of fighting that he seemed to have, but that didn't seem to be the case with the younger according to the barely acceptable parental amount he'd asked his bitch. It was a nuisance to have such disgraceful and weak brats for a Yamakira of his stature, but this was a day of exception.

Moving through the building standing at a massive 8'9" he would shake the floor and break boards uncaringly as he moved his almost demonic stone appearance towards the door. Grumbling with a frown he ripped the door from its place to the ground below, "Son of my bitch, follow me. Its time for you to collect your real station."

The only words that came before the man tore up more of the school leaving back to exit the building. It was expected that Hotarubi would follow his father out the door, but would he? That was for Hotarubi to decide, but if he didn't he would likely be asking for death incarnate to kill him.

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He continued to sit there doing nothing until the door went, which made him lean forward - then who he realised it was as they ducked underneath, his head barely popping through the door in his large stature. That was a fine specimen: that same one that made Hotarubi straighten his back. When it came to the Yamakira, power was what they respected. So, when it was his father that summoned him, all of the opinionated smug looks disappeared from his face as he became impassive: like a wounded animal that didn't want to be dug down any further. "Yes, father." It had been bad enough when Hotarubi had come out with the pink hair, but the man had grown to accept it - just a level above tolerable. As he walked out of the door he briefly looked down at the door. He'd have to fix that later, or... well. Someone would. He ignored anybody else in the classroom: following orders. But just because of his face didn't mean that Hotarubi was in a good mood: no, he was in a foul one with an item of business that was beneath his station. He wasn't about to ruin a good thing and as a noble clan, they would be able to get away with it. Their father was fearsome: but the Yamakira were... fiercer. But he also had no idea why his father had come today: so was there something to teach? Something for him to learn? Whatever it was, the near adult put some pep in his step, eager to avoid his father's wrath.

[Toff E]

The man had no joy in picking up his craphead of a son, but he had done so purely out of disgust at the current situation. His son in remedial classes after passing the exam? No. Today would be his final lesson in the truth to his son, doing the father's job that he was always meant to. Without turning he spoke in an ugly tone, "Quit acting like such a wet paper bag, stand yourself straight. Today I teach you one final lesson, then you and your brother are on your own. You will not go back to my home in the compound your making your own, I don't care how and there will be no excuses."

The man spoke in finality as he moved to what was the front office and simply went through the wall of the door and kept his march. All the way to an office where he reached in and finally turned, "The Yamakira follow only the laws that pertain to not being cleaved from this village. You are a genin, you will act like one. The lesson is to take what is yours, otherwise don't you dare call yourself my spawn."

The man pressed the headpiece into the young man's chest enough to push it into the stone beneath the jacket.

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So they continued walking but the man would stop for nobody; his large stature made his steps that much longer and it meant that Hotarubi had to move that much quicker. The wording was alarming, and unlike anything he'd heard of other Yamakira children. But, it didn't surprise him insofar as the Yamakira's ideology persisted. His Uncle was a maniac who spent his life tearing Hotarubi and Nageku limb from limb. Why would his uncle's brother be any different? "Yes father." Where on earth were they supposed to go? He'd just take someone elses in the Yamakira. But he would make it. Hotarubi would make sure of it. He'd survived, he would continue to survive. He and his brother would work together on that front... but to pick a weak enough person. That was a bit more difficult to figure out. "I will take everything I want from this village one day." Hotarubi meant that in the most loyal way possible, saying what he believed and what he thought his father wanted to hear. When the headband was pressed into his chest, he looked down. Was this a special moment? Yes. By Yamakira accounts anyway. By other people's - it was a less than touching moment. Of course, Hotarubi was in no position to stop the man at this stage and he had already failed the man enough already, he was a huge metric fuck tonne of badass. So, he would try to follow in his father's footsteps. "Did your father do this as well?" Hotarubi asked.

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The old man would snort at his son's obvious derision of the village. But that arrogance was their road to victory, and as long as Doro had been alive and moving he had never known a different way. Anyone that could put him on a different path had been crushed without any mercy for their weak thoughts. This was a good sign as the man's ever sharp glare and frown kept his face downwards despite the humor being funny to him. He had a job that he was concluding today, and soon he would do this for his other son as well and he would no longer have any attachment left to either. This bridge would end.

"My father was a weak bastard who never learned our practices. I crushed his skull when I was eleven. You and your brother recieve this as my one and only gift besides granting you my genes. Be glad your breed is derived from strength, but do not think I will ever do you favor again. As of today you are a genin and this shithole is not your place," he would turn his cold stare back and raise his gravel on a chalkboard voice, "You wwill not enter this school for remedial anything. And if its demanded, they better come ready to kill you in a fight first."

A door quietly closed and the man like runaway boulder smashed his way further out of the building. There would be hell to pay, but neither of his weak sons would be treated as true coward's children any further. Naga would need to survive the last of his lessons, that was unavoidable, but once his headband was his. It would be his.

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What if they - graduated? "Mother fucker." Hotarubi mumbled to himself. What if there was a graduation that he needed to attend? What if there was a party? But he'd ordered Hotarubi not to return and unless the man was beaten down as Hotarubi wanted, and intended to do one day he would listen to the man's command as though his life depended on it. It did. Finally, they reached the end of the building and Doro would be on his way. Hotarubi went in tow as well, not hestiating to meet the man's demand and vacating the premises without undue delay. His items? Fuck that. If he needed them, he would have someone else - a bus boy to get it for him. Nothing that a little strength couldn't do. But that was it - he was out of the building and there was his father storming off. Well. What remained of his father. "Well. I have no food. Money.. clothes..." Hotarubi frowned. He did have all of those things... in his former house. One that would lead to death if he entered. Nope. He chose life. Fine. He would go to the mission office and go get himself registered and signed up to a mission - irrespective of whatever work was needed. Irrespective of the paperwork ahead, because he was strong enough to take a mission. The Yamakira had been around since the beginning and if people didn't know what the Yamakira were like, that would be their fault. Speaking of which, where was Nageku, if not getting the same treatment?

[Toff E]

A stone pillar would jut out to slam into the young man's chin as the older man walked away. Not sparing a glance to the pink-haired weirdo who he had sired, "You have not been listening have you. Take. It. If you are a Yamakira force is your truth so stop sputtering and take what you need. I will not baby you further," the man started to practically glide faster with each step he had a schedule to keep, "If you question me again I will crush you without any hesitation."

There was no effort to that sort of sentence as he pointed out across the village's gorge to the market, "Buy, take, sell yourself. I do not care, but you will not go to my home anymore."

He assumed the point was clear, but he had already had to punish this insolent moron once more. A sense of humor was lost on the cold man, but he would laugh if this boy truly had a death sentence enough to question him again Doro had no reason to stop himself from crushing this kid.

The Yamakira blood was thick like sewage, but they were not swill. He would make that very clear.

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He had said that out loud? That wasn't good. He fell backward, but quickly got back up. Going back to his home was not going to happen either, since he wasn't even being given a grace period to get his things. Hotarubi intensely resisted the urge to sigh. The day was wonderful for what it was worth and that only made Hotarubi's mood a little bit more sour. Why? Because his father had chosen a good day for him to be evicted, made homeless, and forced to fight for his own survival. He would have wanted to go and do something fun, but that did not seem likely to happen. His father had killed his grandfather and the brief wonder came as to whether they (he and Nageku) would be forced to do the same thing when they became powerful enough. Still, this was going to be an uncomfortable few days as he found out where to even start from nothing. Money, and accommodation. He wasn't about to go pick up some fucking shifts at Noodle 7. No, he would start being a Shinobi, and right now. He listened (obviously) to his father's commandments, or philosophizing. "Yes, Father." If he had killed his father, there was likely nothing stopping him from finishing Hotarubi either, and he believed him.

[Toff E]

It would seem that the boy got it, so the old stone would roll. His gliding steps becoming a thunderingly fast pace as he slide apart from his son in a perpetually growing gap, a show of difference in stature. One that Hotarubi would need to close should he wish to be considered powerful. Doro would not do that for anyone and so he left.

Leaving Hotarubi alone to his own thoughts on the matter, what would the boy do? Would he go to the stores? The market? Sell Himself? Doro didn't care, but this was Hotarubi's well being now not his Father's. So how would he move along on that matter? Find a busboy for his things? Ask his mother? There were many routes forward, but which of them was the route for him to push forward.

Only Hotarubi could answer that choice for himself and that had been the point of this final lesson. His father had left him with the grand idea of power as he should know it. Discussing such things further had been pointless because there was nothing to discuss. That was life sometimes, you just were not given the ability to try and understand. But did Hotarubi understand?

Either way he was technically homeless and broke... but a genin. Truly a genin

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So that was it, then? Eventually, Hotarubi came to the conclusion he should have stopped following - he couldn't go back to ... his father's home. So he did - the man had stopped speaking and that was it for the two of them. Or three, if he counted his brother. But that did mean that he would have a new horizon to look toward. Beating his father. The man took off and Hotarubi was standing there seeing him walk through the streets, many feet taller than anyone else. It was a sight to behold and one that would be etched in his brain for the years to come. But he had prepared for this. Though some may have taken it poorly, been upset: no, this was... unfortunately the life of the Yamakira. Though he himself had never personally been involved or heard of anything like this. Unless it was a rite of passage? He turned around. Oh. He couldn't go back to the academy either. He put his hands on his hips, unsure of what to do. Well. The near-adult thought to himself. Time to go do a mission. Hotarubi started to move in the direction of the mainstay administration building. Where to next? Onward and upward, he supposed.