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Saito was alone for this trinaing! Something different and exciting! Rope escape! Being able to unbind oneself and recreate the escape of a century for all the world to see would be such a display for a hero of the grass! How marvelous! He could see the applause from the crowds of people when he simply slipped out of bindings and freed himself from the clutches of evil. Such a wonderful occasion it would be! He couldn't wait for it, but there was one issue. How was he to do this?[break][break]

Getting into the binds was rather easy enough with the help of a random stranger he was able to be tied to a chair and allowed to escape from the person's clutches, but they were gone now. They had an errand to run and could only help him with the setup of the jutsu not so much the actual execution. This left the poor boy in a pickle as he was now stuck tied to a chair by himself. Struggling to try and free himself he found the rope binds were too tight for him. He began to panic a little. What if he was stuck here forever? How would he be able to show off his brilliance as a preform if her was stuck to this spot forced to never move an inch? How tragic! So Saito did the one thing he wasn't ever expecting to do. Admit defeat and ask for help. "Help!" he would call out ditching the eloquent way he spoke hoping someone would listen and free him from the rope's clutches.

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[Uzumaki Atagi]

Be led by your dreams

If those who take pleasure in life itself never wasted time, Atagi Uzumaki might've been thought of as a type of hedonist. Doubly so when he and his compatriots had returned from the latest Chuunin Exams some combination of humiliated or battered. Not that he took it personally-- every hindrance and obstacle was simply another thing to surpass, another splash of water onto the topsoil of growth, nurturing at the seeds of talent and ability below. At least, that's how the crimson-topped shinobi typically imagined it, when it came to himself. Despite a brief period of tumultuous insecurity and a decidedly uncertain future, he'd come home (more or less) fully intact, thanks to sudden generosity from a Yukigakure shinobi.

Despite the fact that his new (old-new?) arms were a bit sensitive, the skin not the same level of tanned as the rest of him, he felt good as new. Clad in his usual training/general work attire that was naught more than a maroon tracksuit, with one addition-- a pack of training weights. Well, multiple packs, actually. About his forearms, looking almost like vambraces. A set secured at his calves...and one at his waist, like a belt. They weren't terribly heavy, all-told, but the Kusa-nin had learned the the value of a bit of extra mass when it came to close quarters combat; additionally, he was all-too eager to become stronger. Cliche as it might've been, weight training was a staple among many for a reason, and he'd even seen a few foreign competitors making use of them in Kuwana. Sourcing them wasn't too big of an issue once he'd returned home, thankfully.

Of course, the early period where he was just starting to use them was the most difficult. That explained why, even though he was only trotting through the village at what for him was a below-average pace, he was sweating like a pig and panting like a dog. Staying focused was key, when the going got tough, but he could really use a distraction, even just to take his mind off the soreness, some...

A sudden halt in the run, straightening up and turning at his head. A cry. A cry for help, more importantly! Launching into action, the would-be hero follows the source of the noise, in a run, until he comes across it...a boy! Wait, no. A teenager? They looked to be on the older side, for sure. Wearing clothing that indicated they were neither civilian nor shinobi. How curious.

The area itself wasn't exactly 'abandoned', but it was a part of the village out of the way enough that not many people passed through, the nearest fixtures an abandoned set of shops and a barren looking dirt field. That led to even further questions.

Atagi doesn't miss out on the opportunity, naturally enough, to try n' look cool, especially in front of an impressionable young lad. One scurry up a tree later, and he's vaulted from his perch, doing a (completely unneccessary) front flip before landing on his feet in front of the trussed up Saito, puffing his chest out triumphantly, beaming all bright-like.

"Bahaha! Looks like you're in a spot of trouble, yeah? Fear not, though-- I, Atagi Uzumaki, hero aspirant, am here.” It would've been a lot more impressive if he hadn't wobbled at the landing, and he wasn't sweating so much, but...

There's an exaggerated raise of the hand to brow, and he peeks around, before amber irises lock themselves onto Saito, a pursing of the lips following. "...Say, how'd you end up tied up like this anyway, though? Don't tell me there's some malicious miscreant robbing your house blind at this very moment, or sommat!”

(Futago Saito)

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His cries of plea were heard by someone so that was honestly a sigh of relief, but there was something both annoying and fantastical about them. Saito already knew he was going to like this red-haired man because he acted the way Saito aspired to. Shining brightly above everyone else with confidence to match the only thing that was different from his methods to madness was the fact Saito spoke more whimsically in comparison to Atagi. Kindred spirits to say the least and this calmed Saito's panic from earlier about being trapped here forever since if he was able to make such an entrance surely he could unbind him from his prison.[break][break]

Though when he asked if Saito had been robbing him or something Saito saw this as an opportunity to go back into his theatrics. A small grin would flash on his face as he began to put on the waterworks. "Tis but a cruel fate have befallen me, good sir," Saito would throwing his head back since he couldn't move his hands right now anyways. "There I was minding my own business when a criminal came upon me and disgraced my family. The world had vanished and when I stirred I was adorned to this chair!" Saito would look towards Atagi with puppy dog eyes as he would feign tears and add, "Tis a lowly student striving to be a hero like thou and yet befallen to that of a damsel in distress. Oh, woe is me!"

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[Uzumaki Atagi]

Be led by your dreams

The first thing to notice about Saito was his particular mode and timbre of speaking– there was something both curious and fascinating about someone of such youth speaking in a manner that bordered on archaic. Of course, the Uzumaki was hardly unfamiliar with such language, which was prevalent in more than a few of the stories that he’d so beloved. The hand drops from his brow so that his middle and ring fingers can instead touch just below the lip, mouth parted open in obvious surprise. ”A criminal! What dastardly deviant would assault a mere child? And leave him both restrained and without recourse, to be humiliated in public, no less?” It was only ostensibly a question, as he was far less concerned with the why than he was the ‘what to do next’. Still, the bemusement at his features only increases when the Futago refers to himself as a ‘damsel in distress’.

Already, the boy’s whipping out a kunai from the pouch at the back of his hip, giving it a spin in the hand like children often do with pens, face split in a grin that showed off his box white teeth. "Still, I’ll have you out in a jiffy, so you can spare your tears for a later grievance.” Atagi approaches the tied up boy, looking over his shoulder one way then off to the side in the other direction— checking to see if anyone was going to suddenly jump out or accost them or reveal that it was all an elaborate trap. When it wasn’t, he moves until there’s only scant distance between them, enough for the older Kusa-nin to get a better look at Saito. Striking angular features, outfit that was somehow gregarious despite being something a monk might wear. But people in their line of work were often filled with and defined by their contrasts, weren’t they?

There’s a pause, as he stands there, kunai in one hand, the other propped at his hip. ”...Though. You’re a shinobi, aren’t you? Like me.” A brief pause, to gesture at his own chest with a slight incline of the kunai. ”Why don’t you just jutsu your way out of it? Don’t tell me you never learned that one.” Evidently, the assumption was that someone on the older side had long since left their academy days behind them.

”If that’s the case…this might be a good opportunity, bahaha.”

(Futago Saito)

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What fortuitous luck! A hero who spoke in his vernacular! What wouldn't Saito give to have Kaito nearby to witness such a fabled event? Like destiny had interweaved their red strings of fate to cross and entangle. How lucky of him! So to say Saito was star-struck from the way the crimson-haired hero spoke was an understatement. Still, he wasn't just going to sit about and let the man run this show. They were both actors on this stage and he wasn't about to be a spectator to his show. "Who knows the villain that dealt such a devastating blow to my visage, but dastardly must they be for leaving in such a huff!" Saito was doing his best to use as amount of his vocabulary as he could, but he knew he would run out eventually.[break][break]

When the crimson-haired boy whipped out his kunai Saito squirmed slightly. Not from the sight of the blade, but because his ruse was now being exposed. He hadn't been captured but had gotten himself in this mess trying to learn how to escape the rope's bindings on his own. The failure to learn the technique was going to be exposed if he was simply set free by this red riot. Clarity would soon appear upon the older gentleman's face though as he would question Saito on why he couldn't get out of these binds himself. Face flushing slightly from the arrogance he previously held he muttered, "I haven't learned it yet." His normal patterns of speech were replaced with ones by those of his peers. He looked to the side to avert the gaze of his rescuer ashamed of his inability.

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[Uzumaki Atagi]

Be led by your dreams

”Dastardly doesn’t even begin to describe it! Inflicting such a fate on a boy who’s barely begun to sprout the first hairs at his chin? Only the most dishonorable and degenerate of deviants could devise a detriment that’s so decidedly disagreeable!” He remarks, pointing out again with the kunai and gesturing up and down at the trapped Fuatgo. Leave it to someone like Saito to pull the theatrics and alliteration out of Atagi. Well, at least they did well enough to match each other’s energy. Of course, part of the Uzumaki is starting to suspect that the ‘degenerate deviant’ might’ve just been another academy-goer playing a prank on the young man in front of him, but…well, not thinking so hard about it was more entertaining, anyway.

Tucking the weapon back away in its pouch, Atagi closes the gap between him and the bound caped crusader of justice, giving the back of the chair a smack. ”And I see! There’s no shame in that, yeah? Accomplishment always comes after effort– just as nobody is born with knowledge, they don’t enter the world with achievement, either. Thankfully for you, I’m not the strong and silent sort of soul who’d deny you a seminar in shaking off such straps.” The genin went about slipping his middle and ring fingers inbetween the ropes and various points at where they’d tied down Saito, ginger little tugs to see where they were tight and where they were weak.

”First things first– how much of it d’you understand, if at all? If I asked you to put it into words, could you describe how it’s done? And thirdly…well. How much d’you understand about manipulating chakra in your own body, in general?” Decidedly inquisitive, and in a genuine sense, not just for the purpose of the lesson. Atagi loved people, at the end of the day, and learning about them certainly fell under that purview.



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Was he a saint? Saito's eyes widened in awe at the man's words and how he acknowledged Saito's efforts as not something in vain or even silly, but noble to try and learn despite not knowing a technique. he even offered to help him out with the technique which was honestly quite exciting! The faster he learned this technique the closer he could be to being a name in the history books. He could just imagine the tale they would spin. The Tale of the Futago; Sun and Moon, Kaito and Saito, or something along those lines he was never that good at coming up with what their legend would be that was Kaito's specialty. Saito was better at the tales and stories they created though Kaito always had fun ideas to interject into them so Saito would always include those special bits for his brother.[break][break]

Soon Atagi would enter teacher mode and Saito would listen quite intently sitting still the most ever in his life during a lecture. When it came to his time to speak Saito would respond with, "I know it requires you to concentrate your chakra into your body and while the advisory isn't looking you can escape from its binds." It wasn't probably all there was to it, but Saito figured he would either learn about the rest of it from Atagi or figure it out in training.

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[Uzumaki Atagi]

Be led by your dreams

That effervescent grin splitting Atagi’s features widens by a hair as Saito explains to him what he knows. That was good, naturally enough; he thinks back to when he was an academy student, rambunctious and foolhardy. Learning the rope escape technique had taken quite a bit of trial and error, and frankly speaking, he had known even less about it than the boy before him was professing that he did currently. ”Close! Well, close enough, anyway. Strictly speaking, the jutsu is just the channeling of chakra through the body, in particular to wherever the knots binding you up are, and then some light, physical movement to ‘loosen’ or ‘undo’ the knots simultaneously. Technically speaking, you should be able to do it while someone was watching.” Atagi leans forward, over Saito’s shoulder, and tugs at one of the ropes from where his fingers had slipped into the space between it and the chair. ”However, all it’d take is a movement as minute as this to undo all your hard work in short order, so the key is to practice it until you can basically loosen and then spring out within five to ten seconds.”

Easing up on the pressure, Atagi straightens out again, stepping on over to the front of the young would-be-hero of justice and touching his index finger to his chin, looking thoughtful. ”Though, now that I think about it, it’s a lot to ask. We’ll start with the basics, which is just…moving chakra through your body, yeah? The essence, at least part way, of any jutsu at all.” The Uzumaki gestures to himself, drawing a little ‘spiral’ at the air in front of his solar plexus, ‘drawing’ out lines to each of his limbs, then to his head. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed; most shinobi intuited it quite early on. ”Visualization helps. For me, my chakra is like a storm, and the body a spillway. That’s how I’ve always thought about it, anyway- for you it might be different, yeah? Coax it out from your center, let it flow. You ought to find that, if you put your mind to it, the knots start loosening all on their own…almost.” That wasn’t a very technical explanation, and in some respects was a lie (they wouldn’t just be magically undone) but Atagi was certain it didn’t have to be. Some shinobi learned with their head, some their heart, others their body. For his part, he’d come to the conclusion that the only-barely teenager in front of him as one of the latter to, for better or worse, so explaining the ‘feeling’ would be better for his learning than explaining the technicalities of the matter; the anatomy wasn’t important, what was important was doing.

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Saito would listen to Atagi's words with bated breath hoping to get a lot of information about the technique from the crimson hero who was now his impromptu teacher. His way of thinking about the technique was very different from how they taught in the academy and the scroll Saito read from the library so why wasn't it taught like this? Was it a method that only worked for a few? Well, it couldn't hurt to try right? Any method that could help him reach his goal was always welcome and who knew maybe there was a method to this guy's madness that could relate well to Saito.[break][break]

Yet despite this, he went straight for the basics of chakra instead of jumping right into trying the rope escape technique. Maybe he wasn't as mad as he took him for at first not that Saito wouldn't have minded the madness. So Saito would follow the instructions given to him and let the chakra flow inside of him. Atagi mentioned how his chakra was like a storm, but Saito's didn't feel like that. Instead, it felt like bubbles swelling up and floating to different parts of his body. The sizes of each bubble varied depending on how much he concentrated on the said bubble and when it reached its destination it would pop metaphorically. It was certainly a weird sensation to Saito. Yet he found he couldn't fully control where the bubbles went as they had a mind of their own. A few would make their way to the knots, but they were never big enough to push the rope loose and after a few attempts Saito would gasp as if he was holding his breath the whole time. "It's difficult," he would say breathing a tad heavily from the exercise.

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Be led by your dreams

Atagi is the type to believe that anything is possible– specifically, that he can do anything, given enough spit n’ spirit, as he might put it. Teaching, naturally, fell under the purview of ‘anything’. Standing there, arms folded over one another, the Uzumaki watches young Saito give it a go, throwing himself wholeheartedly into it without so much as an ‘aye captain’, something that he appreciates. It showed two things. First, that he’s eager to learn, which is undoubtedly a positive no matter how a person chose to look at it. Secondly, that he trusts the genin enough to follow his instructions on intuitiveness or on instinct, which might not be a positive ‘no matter what’, but definitely was a positive in this case.

It’s true that scrolls and books had a wealth of knowledge, but nothing beat a bit of practical experience, at least in his eyes. Diagrams and definitions could only take someone so far, where it’d drop them off; they had to walk the rest of the way on their own. Briefly, he thinks back to when he learned the rope escape jutsu. How long had it taken? A few hours? A few days? There was definitely a lot of fruitless struggling, that was for sure. Saito was a step ahead of the Atagi of a decade ago, in that respect. But could he learn in the exact same way?

Finally, Saito shows that he’s stopped what he’s doing with a gasp and a remark about how the task was difficult, probably more difficult than he’d imagined it would be. His impromptu teacher lets out a raucous little laugh, reaching over to whap Saito on the shoulder. ”Of course it is, silly! Anything worth doing is difficult, right? Otherwise just anyone could manage it.” Circling round to the young man’s front, Atagi crouches down a little, eyeing him carefully. ”Well, for starters, don’t forget to breathe. I understand sometimes when we concentrate you tend to shut off everything that doesn’t seem necessary to accomplishing the goal at hand…but trust me when I say that if you’re forgetting that, your brain and body are absolutely out of sync.” There’s a pause, and he touches at his chin. ”It’s a useful thing, sure, but it’s not so amazing, when you get right down to it. Maybe you’re thinking too hard? Relax a little. Deep, slow, long breaths. Five seconds in, five seconds out. Then, give it a try. Will it, but don’t force it.” Then, he gives an encouraging little flexing of the fingers, as if ‘nudging’ him onward.

(Futago Saito)

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[attr="class","snikki101"]OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE, ARE YOU YOU?

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[attr="class","snikki102"]OR ARE YOU ME?

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[attr="class","snikki109"]Saito couldn't help but listen intently to his instructor's guidance because frankly, he seemed like he knew what he was talking about. There was also the fact he felt like he could easily connect with the redhead and his way of speaking as it mirrored Saito's normal vernacular it was like having an older brother he didn't know he had or needed. Sure Saito had his twin Kaito to speak with and train with, but they were of the same age and rank so having someone older and wiser help guide them forward seemed like such a huge blessing. [break][break]

His next words made a whole lot of sense to Saito though as it paralleled how the twins did their acting scenes. Always having breathing exercises before fully embracing themselves in their roles they had to perform for the world so it made sense this would translate to jutsu learning. So he would of course do as instructed and began breathing in and out slowly and purposely. [break][break]

After a few moments of breathing, he would then begin to also focus on sending his chakra bubbles towards the ropes to untie them. At first, it didn't do too much more than what it did before, but with each breath, he took Saito was able to expand the bubble further and further his eyes closed to the world around him practically letting it melt away from his subconscious he went into an almost meditative state. Before he knew it the knots were loose and falling off from his side, but he was so focused on the inner tranquility he was now absorbing inside him he didn't realize they were undone till they hit the ground making a rather light thud.[break][break]

"Huh?" Saito would say getting brought back to reality only to find himself loose from his restraints. A smile would quickly brighten his face as he jumped up out of his chair and looked at Atagi with eyes of excitement and glee. Without so much as a second thought, he would rush the older boy and practically pounce at him into a giant hug. "Thank you! I didn't think I would be able to do this without your guidance!" Saito would say with so much enthusiasm in his voice it made some of his more inspiring acts pale in comparison. "I gotta show Kaito," he would say after collecting himself, and almost as quickly as he learned the technique he was out from his alleyway and rushing towards his brother to deliver the good news.

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