[Akira]

If Nageku found Hotarubi in the library, hell would have broken lose. All of his street cred would have disappeared- no. Anybody who knew Hotarubi. It was bad enough that he had been in here when trying to learn from the academy but in fighting, who needed book smarts? Well. Maybe combat of time past could've informed the future...

But Fuinjutsu. The noises from Hotarubi were palpable as he failed to understand anything beyond the academy basics. Concepts like Fuinjutsu were more or less foreign to him. The man willed things into existence! He created them through sheer force of will. But, at heart: he was just a brute. He could apply it into stuff, but Ninjutsu was just - natural to him. Earth ninjutsu even more so...

The Yamakira had come here to learn how to better pack in the Earth. Ultimately, it was about learning how to keep more at his disposal, since he had come into a sort of wall with it. The man wanted to learn how to use an enhanced form of the generic sealing technique, and he wanted a mountain in storage! Well. If that were possible... but it was still something he wanted. But alas, to learn how to do that meant he actually needed to learn how to do it, and that was proving to be the difficult part.

Tutting once again, he shook his head. It drew other people's attention, and it wasn't until he hammered the table in frustration that he was told to shush - a person peering across from the book aisles, a simple enough warning... and it caused him to tut again. Mechanics? Functions? Sealing formulae and space and time? Gah! This was so frustrating.

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ In the heart of the tranquil library, Tokonatsu Osamu, who was affectionately known as Veasna among his closest comrades, was immersed in the profound world of Fuinjutsu. He had strategically positioned himself in a secluded nook, far removed from the bustling activity at the library's central tables. Here, amidst the hallowed shelves of knowledge, he delved into the labyrinthine secrets of sealing techniques, each page of the weighty tome revealing intricate mysteries. A passing whisper about the young ninja's ongoing struggle with Fuinjutsu caught Osamu's attention, instantly kindling a sense of empathy within him. As he continued to peruse the ancient text, his thoughts resonated with the challenges faced by this fellow seeker of knowledge. The pursuit of Fuinjutsu, after all, was a journey laden with complexities that could test even the most dedicated practitioners. Osamu's azure eyes moved gracefully across the carefully penned characters, the wisdom contained within these pages forming a mental tapestry that wove together the past and the potential future. Softly, he murmured to himself, "Fuinjutsu, indeed, is a multifaceted art, a delicate dance of principles and intricacies that requires both unwavering patience and profound comprehension." Despite his engrossing reading, Osamu remained attuned to the world around him. His nimble fingers occasionally darted to a small notebook resting beside the tome, meticulously transcribing key insights and observations. Each stroke of his pen echoed the dedication that had brought him to this point in his own journey of mastery. Finally, lifting his gaze from the well-worn pages, Osamu offered a gentle, reassuring smile to the young ninja, who was visibly struggling with the Fuinjutsu concepts. The library's ambient hush seemed to deepen in the presence of his serene demeanor. "If you ever find yourself in need of guidance, my friend, or if questions arise like whispers in the wind, do not hesitate to seek me out. I have traversed the intricate paths of Fuinjutsu for years, and I would consider it an honor to be your guiding light through this labyrinthine art." He leaned back in his chair, a beacon of calm amidst the occasional waves of frustration that ebbed and flowed within the library's sacred halls. ✉ tag -- ( Akira ) ✎ 360 words ※ Osamu might have found someone to share his knowledge with.

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[Akira]

Hotarubi was actively working through the stages of grief as he poured over the pages... learning through this method was like hitting himself with a brick: in fact, a brick was probably a better learning method for the man made out of earth. He would have continued to toil there in moderate silence had he not been interrupted in his failing.

Did this fucker? Was he being- Hotarubi's face was like thunder as he looked up. This patronising fuck was trying to tell him how to - "I-" he began to raise his voice to begin an argument and a rant. But the words did not come as he curbed his throat and swallowed part pride and marble as he stopped himself. It would be apparent to them that Hotarubi was frustrated at his studies.

Hotarubi took a breath. Active anger control - he released, shaking his head and trying to wind the tension from his neck and shoulders. "I'm having trouble exercising the time and space... element." It wasn't an element. Hotarubi didn't know how else to explain it. "You know- the generic seal? Poof stuff. I need... the doton element. In a scroll- or something like that." He open palm pointed with both of his hands at the paper. "I don't. Know how to do it. There's... ugh." He cleared his throat. Hotarubi continued speaking tersely and quietly, though it was still very apparent he was treading on thin ice. "There's binding formulae, transformation for size, I don't even know what these squiggles are here... how to give it the function so that it has doton properties..." Hotarubi continued, his voice growing a bit louder as he rattled it off.

Again, he took a breath. "...If that's something you could help with..." another pause. "I'd be appreciative." Perhaps there would be some actual learning (and if someone else did the work for him, that would be even better...)

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Hotarubi's frustration was palpable as he sat amidst a sea of open scrolls and dense tomes, grappling with the enigmatic world of Fuinjutsu. His attempts to decipher the intricate symbols and grasp the underlying principles felt like futile attempts to move a mountain with bare hands. It was as if each page he turned was another layer of complexity, and he couldn't help but feel like he was drowning in a sea of esoteric knowledge. Osamu, a silent observer until now, couldn't help but empathize with Hotarubi's struggle. He had been in the library, lost in the world of sealing techniques himself, when he noticed the storm of emotions brewing in the young ninja's eyes. Osamu had always been a firm believer in the idea that knowledge should be shared, and he knew that Fuinjutsu was a formidable art that required guidance. With a warm smile, Osamu leaned in closer to Hotarubi, their heads almost touching as they studied the ancient text together. "You know," he began, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of the library, "Fuinjutsu is like a puzzle. Each symbol, each line of text, is a piece waiting to be understood. And, my friend, I've spent countless hours deciphering these very puzzles." As they delved into the complex world of seals and symbols, Osamu couldn't help but admire Hotarubi's determination. "Your curiosity and eagerness to learn are your greatest assets," he continued, his eyes never leaving the pages. "We'll take it one step at a time, unlocking the secrets of this art together. And who knows, perhaps one day you'll create seals that will astonish even the most seasoned ninja." In that quiet corner of the library, Hotarubi had found not just a mentor but a kindred spirit in Osamu, and their journey into the depths of Fuinjutsu had only just begun. ✉ tag -- ( Akira ) ✎ 307 words ※ Osamu just trying to help someone learn about Fuinjutsu.

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[Akira]

Hotarubi finished his blabbering rant - and Osamu seemed to drip feed in the feelings and respond with what he likely felt was meant to be helpful. But Hotarubi was not the kind to respond well to it.

To begin with, he felt like there was a slither of hope. But - it diminished as did the light smile and satisfaction from his face as the guy was taking their sweet time to actually offer anything valuable. Hotarubi leaned back in his seat, holding his crossed arms by their elbows. When Osamu stopped talking, because he had been pleasant enough to help, Hotarubi would whisper.

"Cut the shit. Help or don't. Please." Hotarubi had little time for it and some of his rawer, more brash natures were cutting through. But having him flex his knowledge without actually revealing the knowledge was just flirting with annoyance for him. His eyes stared expectantly at the white haired man. If they still didn't get it, Hotarubi would use a single hand to palm toward the schematics in front of him. The squiggles and blank ink were dry, flaking away bit by bit as it had been used by more talented individuals than Hotarubi had, and he himself was being heavy handed by the way his skin was rubbing against - and picking up some of the ink on his own hands.

"I get the idea that generic sealing is like, a lock of sorts - it's this stuff I take issue with."

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Hotarubi finished his impassioned rant, his frustration palpable in the library's hushed ambiance. Osamu, sitting across from him, observed the turmoil on Hotarubi's face. He had tried his best to offer assistance, but it seemed that Hotarubi's impatience was getting the better of him. Maintaining a serene demeanor, Osamu realized that Hotarubi's fiery temperament was understandable given his struggles. He had seen this type of frustration before in many students grappling with the complexities of Fuinjutsu. Initially, there had been a glimmer of hope in Hotarubi's eyes, but it dwindled as Osamu spoke. Osamu leaned slightly forward, resting his chin on his intertwined fingers, his eyes unwavering. He understood that sometimes, words alone wouldn't cut it. Hotarubi's whispered plea didn't fall on deaf ears. Osamu nodded solemnly, acknowledging the urgency in the request. He saw Hotarubi's hand gesturing towards the schematics, the ancient symbols and arcane diagrams etched in fading ink. Osamu reached out, his own fingers deftly tracing the intricate lines on the parchment. With a gentle tone, Osamu finally spoke, "I understand your frustration. Fuinjutsu can be as stubborn as the earth itself, but it's also a craft that can yield incredible power. Let's break it down step by step." He began explaining the basics, his words punctuated by the occasional gesture towards the schematics. "As you rightly said, generic sealing is like a lock, a key to store and retrieve objects. Now, these squiggles here," Osamu pointed to a particularly complex section, "are part of the binding formulae. They're the foundation, the framework upon which the technique stands. We'll start with those." Osamu's voice was patient and reassuring, his years of studying and teaching Fuinjutsu evident in the clarity of his explanations. He had faced many stubborn students in the past, and he was determined to help Hotarubi unravel the mysteries of Fuinjutsu. He continued, "And when you're ready, we'll move on to the transformation for size and the doton properties you're seeking. It's a journey, but one well worth taking." ✉ tag -- ( Akira ) ✎ 334 words ※ Osamu trying their best to help someone without crossing any kind of lines.

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[Akira]

For what brashness Hotarubi brought to the table Osamu brought equally calming aura as he sought to pacify the Yamakira. But, he was helping, so it was working. This had not been the first sitting that Hotarubi had done, given that he had been in here a lot the past week: it was just that he'd been arrogant enough to not ask for help and was expecting to understand it all the same, which was not the case at all. As Osamu pointed out the first item and Hotarubi quietly peeked - eagle eyed to try and get whatever information Osamu was willing to provide.

Hotarubi was quiet, patient, and becoming better as Osamu actually began to help - in one hand in front of him was the diagram. On the other hand, there was a secondary blank parchment that he was there to copy onto. Hotarubi would look between the two, starting to use a ink pen to pointedly break down the pieces, so that he could notate them into pieces of understanding. "Right..." and notated down 'starting point' at the squiggles. Were they perfect? Absolutely not. But they were of the quality he needed them to be.

"So they're containers?" Hotarubi was trying to best understand it, relating it back to his own understanding of things. It was a good question he hoped. Nageku had done something like that himself - and Hotarubi drew a little circle on the corner of the same page as he applied the knowledge - before also a square as well, seeing if it would work to have the same squiggles... "And can these go around angles or do they need to be on flat surfaces?" Hotarubi would also ask. "How long, er, have you been practicing?" Hotarubi asked, hoping that keeping in the man's good graces would be the way to better comprehension.

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ As Hotarubi delved deeper into the intricacies of the diagram before him, Osamu maintained his serene composure. His mission was to impart knowledge, to guide and nurture the Yamakira's burgeoning understanding of Fuinjutsu. In the quietude of the library, their connection deepened, bridging the gap between mentor and student. Hotarubi's questions flowed like a steady stream, each one a testament to his growing curiosity. Osamu recognized the spark of potential within him, the thirst for knowledge that drove the pursuit of mastery. It was a journey Osamu himself had embarked upon many years ago. He couldn't help but smile warmly as Hotarubi asked about the versatility of these seals. "Yes," Osamu affirmed, "the adaptability of Fuinjutsu is one of its most remarkable aspects. It's not confined to flat surfaces, and with practice, you can apply these seals even on curved or angled surfaces. Imagination is your only limit." Hotarubi's pen danced across the parchment as he absorbed this newfound wisdom. The camaraderie between them grew, nurtured by their shared passion for the art. Osamu's dedication to Fuinjutsu had spanned over a decade, a testament to the depth and complexity of this discipline. Hotarubi's admiration was palpable, and Osamu responded with humility. "It has been a journey of endless discovery," he admitted. "Fuinjutsu reveals its secrets gradually, like layers of an ancient scroll. There's always something new to learn, something waiting to be unveiled." The library's hallowed silence enveloped them as they continued their discourse. Osamu couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment, knowing that he was passing on the torch of knowledge to a new generation. Fuinjutsu was more than just a set of techniques; it was a legacy, an art form that transcended time. Hotarubi's eyes gleamed with newfound understanding, and Osamu knew that this encounter was destined to leave an indelible mark on both their lives. The library, with its towering shelves of wisdom, bore witness to the transformation of a brash seeker into a humble learner. Together, they had unraveled the mysteries of Fuinjutsu, one diagram at a time. And as they delved deeper into its depths, Osamu couldn't help but look forward to the boundless horizons of knowledge that awaited them. ✉ tag -- ( Akira ) ✎ 366 words ※ Osamu finally forming the bond of knowledge and understanding.

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[Akira]

"...Huh." The thought of inscribing Fuinjutsu using doton chakra - stamping them onto the ground like e did with his headband was appealing to him. But as proprietary secrets went, he would keep that particular fashion to himself... and even if he did want to do it, it wasn't like he was going to put in the effort to try and learn Fuinjutsu properly now - he'd set in his ways and choice of combat.

While he didn't care for Osamu's prose, he didn't care about 'layers' he cared about functionality: what was useful to him. This would be something that he'd get somebody else to do if he could. The Yamakira would let other people take charge of the discovery of new stuff. Wasn't him.

So, they began to get into it. As Osamu continued on his 'discourse' and the more Osamu talked, the less Hotarubi did - while that seemed to be an obvious statement to make, Hotarubi would have usually been full of questions and instead he fell to the student mode that he'd relied upon in the academy to get him through it. Osamu was proficient, which was clear enough and soon enough his parchment ran full and his ink ran dry. It was good learning now that he had someone to actually help him with it.

"More specifically, and to be direct, I'm trying to see if there's a way to make specialized Fuinjutsu for the Doton element, it might be everywhere but I want it to be... hand held. Is there something in your noggin that could make that happen?" Hotarubi asked with curiosity, hoping that there was an answer to be had.

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Osamu observed as Hotarubi's interest seemed to sway from the profound layers of Fuinjutsu to a more pragmatic pursuit. It was not uncommon for individuals to approach the art with specific goals in mind, aligning it with their unique abilities. For Hotarubi, the focus lay in crafting specialized Fuinjutsu designed to harness the essence of Doton, a desire tied to his elemental mastery. He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "Creating specialized Fuinjutsu for the Doton element is indeed a noble endeavor," Osamu acknowledged. "Doton is all about strength and resilience, characteristics that can be channeled into these seals. The key lies in understanding the fundamental properties of Doton chakra and how to imbue these seals with those qualities." Osamu's mind began to churn with the possibilities, the intricate dance between Earth Release chakra and the art of sealing. "Imagine, for example, a seal that could fortify barriers with the impenetrable essence of the earth itself. Or one that could create temporary constructs like stone weapons during battle," he mused, his voice tinged with excitement. "The potential is vast, but it's a path less traveled. You would be pioneering a fusion of two distinct ninja arts." He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Hotarubi's earnest eyes. "It would take dedication and an unquenchable thirst for discovery, for much of this would be uncharted territory. But if you're willing to explore this path, I'd be honored to help you along the way. The world of Fuinjutsu is vast, and with your determination, you could carve a unique niche within it." As he offered his guidance, Osamu couldn't help but wonder where this journey would take Hotarubi. Together, they might just uncover a new realm of possibilities at the crossroads of Earth Release and Fuinjutsu, leaving a legacy for future generations to admire. ✉ tag -- ( Akira ) ✎ 312 words ※ Osamu's mind flowing with the idea of someone fusing Doton and Fuinjutsu in a creative way.

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[Akira]

Psh. Hotarubi didn't need explaining about what earth was. "You're talking to a Yamakira, I don't need a lecture about earth." he sharply interrupted Osamu, even though the point was about learning there were some things that he couldn't abide by. But it didn't feel like telling him 'you need to understand fuinjutsu' would help him, understand fuinjutsu. Hotarubi was just assuming these prose statements from him were supposed to be helpful but Hotarubi worked with practical: Fuinjutsu didn't feel very practical to him.

When Osamu continued, Hotarubi would wipe at his face of frustration, though he could have absolutely added a disgruntled noise his restraint at the man being his teacher - beneath his palms rubbing across his eyes, Hotarubi was rolling his eyes so very deeply. He did not need to make weapons! He was the weapon! There was a reason that he didn't carry Shinobi inventory - they were unnnecessary aides.

Unless... maybe he did need an aide? Heck. Even Nageku's puppets were basically 'aides'. When Osamu finished, Hotarubi nodded. "Sure. Sure." There were two differently distinct tones in both of the times he spoke because one of them was around 'fine. Alright then.' of obvious indifference. Then the second was more accepting his internal monologue was about him being accepting that he, Hotarubi the great, could put up with Osamu's pointless additions to the conversation so long as he held a practical nugget in there for him.

But for now he would focus on what was there in front of him. "So - is this prong here is the binding part, or the containing part?" Hotarubi would first point out the squiggles some more, trying to... as Osamu said... 'pioneering two distinct arts' and that was something he could get behind.

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ In the subdued ambiance of the library, the exchange between Osamu and Hotarubi continued each word a step in the intricate dance of learning. Osamu's acknowledgment of Hotarubi's resistance was more than a mere nod; it was a bridge, connecting the chasm between the tangible and the abstract. The calm demeanor Osamu wore spoke volumes, an unspoken promise that this journey into Fuinjutsu would be a shared exploration rather than a forced endeavor. As Hotarubi's frustration lingered in the air like an unsettled spirit, Osamu's composed posture became a bastion of patience. His words flowed with the gentle cadence of a stream finding its course. "Hotarubi-san," he began, the honorific a whisper of respect, "Fujiutsu might appear intricate, but let us unravel its complexities together. Consider it an extension of your formidable strength, an art that enhances rather than detracts." The analogy of Fuinjutsu as a tool found roots in Osamu's words, a seed planted with the hope that it would bloom into understanding. "Much like the earth beneath your feet, Hotarubi-san, Fuinjutsu is a foundation that can support and elevate your capabilities. It is not an imposition but rather an ally, awaiting your command to complement your martial prowess." Hotarubi's reluctant nod became a pivotal moment, a silent agreement to embark on this shared journey. Osamu's eyes, the color of a serene sky, reflected the promise of collaboration. "Excellent," he expressed, embracing the evolving tones in Hotarubi's responses. "Together, we will navigate the realms of Fuinjutsu, discovering its applications that seamlessly integrate into your formidable skill set." The parchment before them held the map to uncharted territory, and Osamu, the patient guide, navigated through the intricate landscape of symbols. "These squiggles," he gestured, a maestro conducting the unveiling of secrets, "are the dance between binding and containment. The prongs, like the roots of a resilient tree, serve the dual purpose of securing chakra and cradling it within the designated space." Their dialogue, now an elegant waltz between mentor and student, echoed through the hallowed halls of the library. Osamu's teaching wasn't a dictation but an invitation, an invitation to fuse the worlds of combat and sealing arts. The library, a witness to this harmonious convergence, held the promise of a story yet to unfold, where the ink on the parchment would spell out not just the secrets of Fuinjutsu but the synergy between two distinct souls on a shared quest for mastery. ✉ tag -- ( Akira ) ✎ 403 words ※ Osamu adjusting his way of teaching to try and find the best way to help Hotarubi get ahold of the knowledge for themself.

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