A Timely Meeting | Tact Nov 16, 2023 20:41:26 GMT -5
Minamoto Mei
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groupSnow Shinobi
age 38 years old
birthday August 7th
rank Elite Jounin
occupation Jounin Hanchou
"And yet." Mei replied, her voice gentle, her face twitching into a soft, knowing smile, gesturing towards Masahiko with an open hand as flakes crumbled from the wall, caught in a soft breeze. "You still healed the boy. Using a jutsu you had never tried before, you regrew both his arms… for a complete stranger. That does not sound like a man crippled by compassion, Nue-san." Far from it, actually. The Yuki woman paused, allowing the Special Jounin a few moments to process his own emotions, to think, not on what he had been taught, but on what he knew. He had already agreed with her point.He already knew what the truth was- that, despite everything his clan had done to eradicate the feelings he feared, despite all of Dai Ri’s teachings to the contrary, despite his own beliefs telling him it was wrong… Masahiko cared. He felt and bled and yearned and loved and hoped for the connections that so many Shinobi decried as a weakness better left discarded. "The truth of the matter, Nue-san," She began once the man had collected his thoughts, "Is that you aren’t worried about your students being hurt. You aren’t worried about them failing, or the repercussions of if they get injured. And you aren’t afraid of being inadequate, either." Mei again paused, taking a short breath as she looked away from the man, ice-blue gaze falling upon the cracked section of ice she had formed with her fist. She had hit the thing with all her strength- and even though it had cracked, the wall still held. It had taken years of living with Raimaa for her to see it; so many Shinobi held themselves to such a high standard, so many felt that they simply didn’t measure up, that when the time came, they would somehow come up short. But that was just the face fear wore, the mask that hid the truth, keeping it safe so it couldn’t be brought to light and allowed to die. That was what kept a man up at night; the gnawing doubt, the fear that ate away at the soul until only a shell remained. ‘Who am I to be brilliant, beautiful, powerful? Who am I to have such gifts?’ "What terrifies you most is not that you might not be enough, but that deep down, you are." nue masahiko
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