[hirana kizumi]

A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN

The end of the exams. Round three was over, for better or worse; all of the participants were in the process of packing up what had been their collective lives for the past several weeks, doing any and everything to busy their hands while they anxious awaited their results. At first, Kizumi was just going to throw a small party for her own genin. But nearly all of them had friends from the Leaf and the Grass, so it only seemed right to invite them as well. Once those invitations were extended, well, she didn’t want to be accused of any kind of conspiracy, and she’d always been a fan of a big, lively party. So naturally, invitations went out to all of the participants, their senseis, their chaperones, whoever wanted to come. Renting out an entire restaurant for the night put a hell of a dent in Kizumi’s personal savings, but she’d live. She’d never been in the habit of spending much on herself anyway. No violence was her only caveat—whatever happened in the exams stayed at the exams. Fighting was a one-way ticket out of the festivities, no questions asked. The party started later in the day, with dusk only just beginning to settle. The restaurant had a spacious interior and a gorgeous outdoor patio, plenty of room for the hundred-some people Kizumi had invited to mingle amongst themselves. A live band played up on a small stage; the food was plentiful, and the bar was open. (She took the opportunity to represent her nation subtly, with Kaminari no Kuni sugarfloss and aged whisky.) There was a quieter second-floor balcony that led to some private rooms, allowing for anyone overwhelmed or who just needed a breather to find some peace and quiet. Kizumi kept to herself for the most part, not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable by making her presence too obvious. She was dressed plainly in her typical shinobi gear, no hat or robe in sight, and sat peacefully in the corner as she nursed her second drink of the night.

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[Honō Kojirou]

Kojirou had made a full recovery – again. His neck could turn and twist just fine, and half of his body wasn’t covered in dots imposing enough to trigger someone’s trypophobia. Everything was go-

Nothing was good.

Ignore the fact that he’d tried so hard, so hard, only to come this far. That, that, that progression of his in this Chūnin Exam didn’t even matter to him right now, he couldn’t care less about it. That important factor, the driving force of him even coming here in the first place, was completely subsided by Atagi’s injuries as well as the destruction of his precious Tsunagu.

His sword broke in two… he was a swordless swordsman now. Throughout the entirety of Round 3, he’d tried to keep up a bright look on his face, but tonight, he found himself slowly slumping over towards Kizumi-sama, angrily holding Katsuo’s prosthetic wrist and taking him along. Some things… needed to be explained to the beyond confused swordsman, and he didn’t want to lose his temper – this was an official party, after all.

But… yeah, some things had to be clarified. And for that reason, Kojirou was also pulling along the wrist that belonged to Konsho, simply because of strange rumors concerning the two of them… and the three of them. Kojirou’s sword, some kind of marriage, and words of betrayal. It was so convoluted in his head that he couldn’t think straight anymore, pun not intended.

"Kizumi-sama,” Kojirou addressed a late friend whom he hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to after her visit to Kusagakure, "Why am… why am I getting married to Katsuo? I don’t remember proposing or getting proposed.” At that point, he’d slowly lift up both of their arms to make their presence even more known in front of the Raikage, while his own voice and face remained strained and backed with red energy. "And what’s with this cheating thing going on? Aren’t marriages sacred? And why hasn’t Katsuo committed seppuku yet? He could just use my sword that he stole AND broke.”

At that point, Kojirou’s arms were shaking with a mixture of sadness, fury, confusion and jealousy over feeling left out of what was clearly a huge misunderstanding. It was clear to see that Kojirou was taking things a bit too out of proportion, but despite his attempts at looking angry, it came off more as a little child throwing a tantrum. Even with his venomous voice, those who knew him couldn't possibly be intimidated by such.

[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Of Certain Definitions Of "Help"

The party was nice though Azarea eyed that bar setup with a mix of amusement and excitement as she did her best to navigate through the crowds with presents tucked under her arm. The young woman had been originally aiming for Kizumi to make a few jokes to her Auntie about how many drunk kids they were going to have by the end of the night with Kumo whiskey on the table when the yelling got her attention. Koji was easy to spot in the crowd and for some reason he had dragged Konsho over with him. "Huh I guess those rumors about them being a triad are true then." Azarea mused to herself aloud with a shit eating grin as she silently patted herself on the back for having had the forethought to get three gifts rather then just two.

Striding up to the two boys, one of which was currently howling in confusion at her Kage Azarea decided to come to Kizumi's rescue in dealing with this frankly hilarious political situation rather then leave her poor Aunt to suffer the trio's gay panic on her own. "Ah Koji! Konsho! Koatsuo! Just the three boys I was looking for!" Azarea begins her tone jovial and good natured and most importantly not actually giving either boy the chance to respond before she's shoving a wrapped present into each of their grasps.

"It's been such a long time since I've seen a triad! Congratulations on the three of your impending nuptials. I hope you like your engagement gifts," The woman quips as she gestures for them to open their presents. Inside each box lay an identical and beautifully forged tanto wrapped with a black and yellow Kumogakure tie.



"Since I was the one responsible for breaking the blade you'd proposed to Katsuo with Koji I felt it was only right that I, with Katsuo's permission, have it reforged into these three tanto's that the three of you can exchange at the ceremony. Once again congratulations!" Azarea explains her grin bright and coyly innocent in it's encouragement as she settles in to stand next to her Kage, but Kizumi undoubtedly knew that Azarea knew exactly what she was doing. Because the girl might look like Toshizou, but she had her Riku's sense of humor.

SA's

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Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria [Queen's Coronation Regalia]
A mutated variant of the Aburame clans Yūdai no Omorejō ["Bewildering Grandeur of the Alpha"] resulting from the subsequent poisoning of Azarea's former Yūdai no Omorejō hive to prevent potential hijutsu theft. While the Joō no Taikanshiki no Regaria lacks the Yūdai no Omorejō size instead Azarea's hive has maintained the ability to produce alpha pheromones and commanding vibrations. Evolving instead to hyperspecialize in these two aspects allowing them to produce pheramones and vibrations strong enough to be detected by human hearing and sense of smell.

Reigning Chakra Control
Fine tuning her chakra control to a razor's edge Azarea is capable of performing delicate techniques with minimal to no wastage of chakra. Allowing her to conserve her reserves in prolonged combat and managed more finickity techniques and jutsu.

Kagura Mind's Eye
Born with a natural affinity towards sensing chakra like her Father before her Azarea has trained herself to become a capable sensory shinobi. Unlocking the Kagura's Mind's Eye, and with it, the ability to passively sense chakra signatures in the distance (when using the technique), thus allowing her to not only track, but also memorize a person's chakra signature, even if barely any chakra is being used. Due to her proficiency with this technique, Azarea can currently passively sense chakra up to 500 meters and actively at 2.5 kilometers.

Techniques

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[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Konshō Chizawa Aburame Azarea Honō Kojirou Gure Rokurou hirana kizumi | 364 | notes

Miroru wasn't at all sure it was a good idea to show her face- but she felt like that made it all the more important that she do so.

It still weighed on her that she'd nearly killed Konsho. That her attempt to avoid it had only technically been successful, and had still cost him so much. She wasn't entirely sure how he'd react to seeing her there, much less how those who cared for him would respond to her trying to be friendly with him, or at least respectful.

But to not even try would look like she didn't care, and the idea of being seen as someone that didn't MIND having ripped someone apart for- what? Not dodging? Patronizing her?

That was not okay with Miroru.

So she showed up on Azarea's tail, with a trio of tiny foxes around her, each the size of a squirrel, and hilariously dressed in perfectly fitted ANBU masks. They were transparently harmless, judging by the fact that one hung from Miroru's arms like a stuffed toy, and the others just followed at her sides.

She caught a bit of what Azarea was saying as she delivered the presents to the three boys, but it was, largely, over her head. It also didn't strike her as strange that the boys might be tangled up, considering the seeds of her own romances sprouting the way they were. For now, though, she was smiling at Kizumi and waggling her fingers in greeting. She remembered her from the training grounds. She'd been nice! Then, though, she tapped Konsho on the good shoulder. "I won't bother you, but I wanted to offer to make sure you got to relax tonight. Can I get your food and drinks and stuff for you? If you want, I can leave one of my foxes with you. If you tell them, they can tell me when you want more food or something to drink so you can focus on having a good time?"

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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[Konshō Chizawa]

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Konsho was not in a good place. He'd lost his arm, his last fight left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he had recently found his love of bird songs had been replaced with. On top of all of this, he wouldn't know if he actually passed until every contestant was graded. Understandable given the number of examiners? Yes. Nonetheless triggering his anxiety as his brain both tried to think of what he could have done better whilst also planning for how he'd deal with failure? Oh he had lost so much sleep over that. In all honesty he wanted to remain in his room until the grades were announced.
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But that would not reflect well, so it was best to pretend he was fine- an area Konsho had a bit too much experience in. Besides, he had heard there would be an open bar, and drowning his problems in sake sounded fantastic. Unfortunately before he could drink anything, Konsho was grabbed by the wrist and dragged to a… strange scene that he overall couldn’t have been less interested in.
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Soon after Azarea would enter the area, quickly dashing any dreams Konsho had of being saved. Had it been any other time Konsho likely would have played along- at the very least for his new friend’s entertainment. But humor was something he struggled with in the best of contexts, with his only real skill coming from sarcasm and one liners. He was too tired for that as is. For now he wanted to be done with this random… thing he found himself in and go get a drink.
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Without blinking or reacting, the boy would hand Koji the shortsword that Azarea had given him. "We’re divorced.” The boy would say in a flat tone, not realizing at all the comedy in his straight faced one liner, simply wanting to leave. About to leave, the boy would feel a tap on his shoulder, immediately turning in pure reaction- his body moving as if it was expecting a sudden strike. Instead it was just the jinchuuriki from earlier. The girl was still upset with what had happened, that much was clear. Admittedly having someone to fetch him what he wanted sounded nice, a reminder of home. But Konsho didn’t need that. "I'll be fine. Thank you. Enjoy yourself."
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Why would he go to a party after the exams? So much had gone wrong and outside of his fun little match with Azarea, despite it ending in his loss, the exams weren't going very well for him. He technically didn't pass the second round and only made it to the third round on a technicality. He won his first match, but it was by just staying out of the action and then his final match was a disaster of a match for him. Plus there was the whole engagement issue. With the sword having been shattered in his match against Azarea he wasn't sure how to approach Koji on the matter. He didn't even have the shards of the blade anymore either since Azarea took it from him for her reasons. He hoped that she was able to fix the blade and make it useful for Koji or even himself again. [break][break]

Though he wouldn't get time to brood over the whole thing as Koji seemed to have found him and brought him to his aunt to confront this whole situation. Sure Katsuo could have detached his arm, painfully, to get away from facing Koji, but honestly, the party was probably the best place for this to happen anyways. There would be a ton of witnesses and he could always hide behind his aunt if he needed to. Surely she would understand him and not berate him for simply using a weapon in battle like normal.[break][break]

There was also a third to their party with that of Konsho the one who kissed him in his battle. He couldn't help and blush slightly when he saw the blue-haired youth as he remembered his lips touching his own. H couldn't look the other boy in the eyes and choose to look away from the other boy hoping to hide himself from being embarrassed even further as they approached Kizumi. He would perk up at Koji's words though and began to become even more confused himself. Did Koji not know that by giving him his sword he proposed to him? As for the cheating thing that wasn't Katsuo's fault that was Konsho's so he didn't cheat on him. Besides Katsuo ran away after it happened he didn't stay behind to continue the kiss shoot he even surrendered his fight to get away from the Taki shinobi. [break][break]

Azarea would soon come to their rescue though as she presented them with a box that held the sword in three pieces of a tanto for each of them. A smile did appear on Katsuo's face on this and he was about to thank Azarea for the new weapon when Konsho would take the blade and returned it to Koji saying they were divorced. Katsuo was confused and wondered did he need to do the same. No, he couldn't do that especially since Azarea went out of her way to salvage the blade in such a unique way. "Thanks," he would mutter to Azarea as he would look back to where Konsho was trodding to. He was upset about something and Katsuo wanted to say something, but he was most likely the worst person to do so. [break][break]

Ultimately he would turn to Koji instead and say, "Cheating would require something to happen voluntarily. This kiss was an accident caused by the clash of our heads." Trying to keep his composure as he began thinking of the fact that was his first kiss he would also add, "As Azarea said by giving me your blade you have initiated an agreement for marriage with me. I probably should have thought about it before accepting I will admit, but what's done is done. We need to deal with the consequences of our actions now." He would look to Kizumi and with a sort of plea for help he hoped she would add to the convo so he didn't have to talk too much more.

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The exams weren't the best for Takame to say the least. Sure it started alright, but it fell pretty quickly after the second round. He learned so much about how his eyes worked in the fights so that was at least something positive he got from the battles. Still, he didn't feel too confident in his abilities, but honestly, he wasn't that preoccupied with his showing. Rather he had other agendas on his mind especially revolving around a certain scarlet-haired woman. The plans most likely wouldn't start till after they got back to Kumo, but it didn't mean he couldn't try and make things look good in appearances. So he went to the party to watch her, but not in the sense of how he used to do it. No this time he was on a mission to make whomever was following him and keeping an eye on him would see his interactions towards her. Going to this party would be the first step in his plan to fool the clan. So when he got to the party he watched from a distance the events going down. Keeping an eye on Azarea and every time he would see her he smiled. This smile was to a degree genuine but was played up a bit slightly for his watchers. He needed them to believe he loved her and that something was going on between them to keep her safe and in turn to get him somewhere safe. Watching from the bar he saw the chaos unfurl before him with a bunch of the other genin. Something about a proposal and then a divorce. What kind of shenanigans was going on with the other shinobi? Takame was a bit confused, but his attention would draw to Konsho who seemed a bit down from the events that transpired. He didn't even notice Takame sitting at the bar when he joined him. Lost in his world and Takame felt a little bad for the boy whom he fought in the second round. "Doing alright?" Takame would ask uncharacteristically from his normal speech patterns. The concern was slightly apparent on his face as he looked at Konsho. [attr="class","wpknotes"]word count ✖ @tag ✖ notes if you want

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Kizumi had expected some degree of shenanigans—it seemed only natural in hosting a party with the majority of attendees being young teenagers—but this was something else entirely. She watched the merry-go-round with bemused fascination: Kojirou bringing her his plaintive question; Konsho’s flat rejection what would have made her pee herself laughing if he wasn’t so obviously depressed; her dear, sweet, beloved, stupid gay nephew taking this entire situation far too seriously. (In between it all she returned Miroru’s little finger-waggle-wave, and fought so, so desperately to not weep tears of laughter as Azarea egged the poor dumb teens on with her engagement present.) She steepled her fingers, leaning back in her chair as if she were a Daimyo holding court, surveying the gaggle of jesters with an impassive, critical eye. "Katsuo,” she said gravely, "you do owe Koji here an apology, I believe. Intentional or no, the engagement was made, and the responsible act would have been to address this issue with your intended immediately.” She looked between the two boys, and at the back of Konsho’s receding head. "I’d never turn down the gift of a marital alliance between our villages,” she went on, "but you’re all so young, still. Maybe you should try dating before you start giving away engagement swords, hm?”

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[Konshō Chizawa]

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Konsho had finally been allowed to the bar. Letting out a deep sigh, Konsho would smile as he began pouring a cup of Sake. The cup had just barely touched his lips when Konsho was suddenly given awareness of his surroundings. Slowly putting the drink down, the one armed shinobi would slowly glance until he saw he was next to Takame. Never figured him for a drinker. Or perhaps he was just a people watcher. Realizing he was staring again, and not realizing he had done so with a more downer expression than Takame had ever witnessed the red eyed shinobi having, Konsho would force a smile. Perfectly symmetrical, perfectly content, and perfectly fake. "Yup. Just hoping for a drink." As Konsho lied through his teeth, he'd begin to lean against the arm that was currently screaming in pain- only to almost fall out of his seat as he remembered said arm was not there. Looking towards the crowd, the blue haired boy would attempt to distract himself. "Don't suppose you heard that... thing with Kojirou did you? I swear I can never get a read on that guy. How about you?" Hopefully Takame would look at other people and not Konsho.

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[Honō Kojirou]

Okay… Kojirou didn’t expect any of this. Azarea had joined them, and instead of scolding Katsuo for his sins against humanity, she offered the trio… tantōs? Wait, she reforged it? Wait… she broke it?

Now he was pouting at Azarea! How could she just reforge his precious Tsunagu into these… these… these pretty tantōs… uhm… on second thought, maybe this was a needed change of pace. Kojirou’s sparkling eyes returned to gaze upon the gift; a black tantō wrapped with black and yellow threads, very reminiscent of the dominant colors of Kumo.

And then, Konsho just divorced him out of the blue… leaving poor Kojirou with one too many tantōs and a broken heart. He felt betrayed, even though that was the aggressor in this dramatic love triangle.

Katsuo pleaded his innocence, saying that the kiss was merely an accident caused by collision between him and Konsho during their fight. This meant that their ‘engagement’ was still in effect, which made Kojirou’s brain start loading… but the loading was stuck somewhere and couldn’t process. He wasn’t… he clearly wasn’t ready to get married. He was panicking!

Kizumi-sama came in clutch and figured that Katsuo did owe Kojirou an apology. Yes, that was right, Kizumi-sama! That was totally right! Kojirou kept bonking Katsuo’s back with his comically harmless knuckles, as if he was a cat throwing a tantrum at its owner ‘cause it wasn’t well-fed yet. "Apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize-"

She then suggested that they date before even considering such a grand scheme as marriage. Since a marriage between the two would only strengthen the bond between Kusa and Kumo, she found it suitable… but Kojirou was having second thoughts. "Kizumi-sama. I don’t want to date him. He’s mean, and he tricked me in our fight. I thought we had a truce, but I got backstabbed… I don’t trust him with marriage, he’ll just stab me again! Hmpf!”

With his crossed arms, Kojirou pouted and glared to the side with closed eyes, not wanting any more part in Katsuo’s little scheme. He was visibly upset about the results of their… uh, what did the crowds call them? Job Squad? Yeah, their little Job Squad match was hella rigged, and Kojirou definitely found issues in that. He had such a once-in-a-lifetime chance to remedy his rapid loss against Goro, after a month of recovery, and this was how he returned? With a two-way trip straaaaaaaaaight back to the infirmary?

A tragedy…

[Katsuo Jokyū]

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She wasn't wrong he should have addressed it sooner instead of running away from the problem. Something Katsuo certainly had done before in his life without realizing it. Still, he didn't know how to feel about the whole ordeal to begin with. The adrenaline of the fight could lead to his death after having lost an arm in the fight before the fact he found himself in an engagement neither party seemed to be into. Not that Katsuo had never thought about marriage before, but certainly not someone of the same gender before. He always thought it would be some kumo girl who would let him continue the Jokyu bloodline like his ancestors before him. So this whole ordeal was such unknown territory for him that he didn't know what to do or say.[break][break]

Still, he needed to address it and Auntie Kizumi was always right so why should he argue with her? There was no point besides she was the Kage and that meant if he argued with her she had the power to do just about anything to him in retaliation if she wanted. Not that Katsuo thought she would, but the idea of having the power to do so certainly terrified him to some extent. Koji wasn't making this easier either with his insistent bonking of his back so trying to bring himself to apologize to him was difficult. [break][break]

Then when Kizumi suggested they tried dating Koji seemed very adamant about not going along with this plan which sort of made Katsuo sneer a bit. Playing the bit of a victim he would dramatically say, "I would have surely fallen to my death had I not kept the sword in question. Burnt to a crisp in an inferno of flames had I not kept me with the life blade you had given me." He would lean onto Koji's shoulder and ask, "Would you have taken responsibility for my death had I returned the sword amid battle simple for you to advance in the battles?" Katsuo would then return to normal afterward though and add, "Look I only did what I needed to survive the match. Had it been a one-on-one neither of us would have beat Konsho. You would have done the same in my situation I'm positive of that." Katsuo would look at Kizumi before returning his attention to Koji and finishing with, "I'm sorry." [break][break]

Grabbing the tanto he would present it to Koji and say, "If you accept my apology and want nothing to do with me again feel free to take this as a replacement for the sword you lost. I'm sure having all three would make for useful combat in the future, but if you still think I need to prove that I didn't do this out of malice let me keep it and we can work out our differences civilly." Katsuo would look to Kizumi before adding, "We don't have to date nor be seen as an engaged couple, but at least let's get to know each other as people first, and maybe if things go well we could be friends at the very least." This felt like a decent way of letting Koji decide how they go about this and Katsuo felt it was the most even way for them to fix the issues between them.

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[Kyuumu Takame]

Takame could lie to Konsho and give him the chance to brush things off and simply forget the debacle he had just undergone, but that never solved anything. He had learned that the hard way. Yet no one said one had to address the thing right away. Taking time to collect one's thoughts or simply back away to cool one's head was something most people could do. Certainly wasn't in Takame's repertoire, but it was at least something he had known people could do at times. Still, Takame could not cheer someone up so he would speak honestly, "It's not like you will see him much longer anyways once you head back to your respective villages." This sort of felt bittersweet out of Takame's mouth since it meant the one somewhat friend he made during these exams would be one of those he wouldn't see anytime soon either. Looking towards Konsho he would also add, "Might as well make the best of this party that we can." Raising a shot glass he had been nursing himself, since he wasn't exactly the drinking type, he brought it towards Konsho and asked, "Wanna drown ourselves and just forget this night?" A genuine question he would ask of his fellow examinee whom he fought. While he was certain he probably wouldn't drink much more than this it might be more beneficial to his comrade to wash away his sorrows. [attr="class","wpknotes"]word count ✖ @tag ✖ notes if you want

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"It's not like you will see him much longer anyways once you head back to your respective villages."

Konsho would let out a small 'heh' at the comment, his usual muted humor poking through the veil for a brief moment. Takame seemed to be the blunt and practical person judging by the three interactions he had with the boy. It was a refreshing change of pace. Being around humans in general meant Konsho was constantly dealing with a two faced annoying little dance they insisted on preforming, a struggle that only worsened when the boy was assigned not only a paperwork filled- but also diplomatic position in his village. As if the hoops of normal conversation weren't enough- the blue haired shinobi had recently also had to deal with the constant micro managerial busy work on being a glorified secretary- whilst also working with the incredibly tense situation that was being an emissary. The change of pace with most of the boy's friends; be it the dark humored Azarea, the strongly present and straight forward nature of Taki, or the bluntness that Takame often spoke in, was a welcome deviation from societal norm.
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