[Gurē Ren]

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Village Main Gate - 08:50 am

”Oh come winter,
Sing me to sleep,
Let me rest
Under your white down,
Let me rest
Under your white down.

Don’t wake me, winter,
From blissful rest deep,
Let spring wake me
With its bright gown
Let spring wake me
With its bright gown~”

Accompanied by his shamisen, the blonde Gurē was singing. It was a folk song one of his grandmothers had taught him and felt fitting. The melody was in a minor key so it sounded a little solemn but the ends of the phrases were brighter so it wasn’t necessarily "sad” sounding. It was about nature falling asleep during winter time when the ground freezes. However, it could also be interpreted as the life cycle in general: death and rebirth, an end and a beginning.

It had gotten cold and Ren could clearly see his breath in front of him. It wasn’t too busy at the gates and he had arrived early. The mission was simple - travel to the jewel of Mizu no Kuni for some scrolls and return them to Kirigakure. It would probably be a two day trip so they would end up staying overnight in Gengetsu - it was something Ren was pleased about. Gengetsu was probably his favourite city in the country. It was modern and bustling with different wares from many places. It was a cultural hub and had some of the best shops, theatres and food in the country. Hopefully, the mission would be easy and the shinobi assigned would get a nice evening out of it.

Ren was dressed in long black - all of his clothes were black and long-sleeved except the flack jacket on top. He had two projectile holsters and a bag with a medical kit strapped to his back. As well, he had a backpack with supplies he would need overnight and his shamisen. Usually, the blonde doctor didn’t take the lute-like string instrument with him but he was counting on the mission being relatively easy. They had to collect the scrolls in the morning and head back.

Now all he was missing was his teammate - a Hozuki named Mizuki. Ren didn’t know them so he didn’t know what to expect but he knew some rumours about the clan abilities. So, he would wait… and play in the meantime. The blonde had studied music for years and sounded quite skilled.

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[Hōzuki Mizuki]

As Ren's melodious voice filled the air with the haunting beauty of his folk song, the atmosphere at the village's main gate seemed to undergo a subtle transformation. The early morning chill carried the notes of his shamisen and lyrics like whispers through the crisp air. It was an unusual sight for those passing through the gate, one that elicited curious glances and, occasionally, appreciative smiles.

Among those drawn to the enchanting melody was Mizuki, the Hozuki shinobi who had been assigned as Ren's teammate for the mission. Dressed in their typical warm jacket, scarf, and furry boots, Mizuki slowly approached the gate with a sense of curiosity, doing their best not to interrupt the song. Their steps fell in sync with the rhythm, and as they drew closer, they couldn't help but admire the skillful and soulful performance.

The song itself held a certain melancholic charm, reminiscent of the changing seasons, the ebb and flow of life, and the perpetual cycle of nature. Ren's voice, combined with the ethereal notes of the shamisen, created a mesmerizing effect, transporting those who listened to a world where time moved in harmony with the music.

As Ren's song reached its conclusion, Mizuki offered a warm and appreciative smile and gave a small applause. "That was awesome," they commented, their voice soft and gentle. "It's not every day you meet a shinobi that can play an instrument and sing."

Mizuki took a moment to observe Ren, appreciating his attire and the shamisen he held. The instrument had an elegant and traditional appearance, hinting at the reverence with which it was likely treated by its owner. The strings and wood seemed well cared for, reflecting the dedication Ren must have for both his music and his duties as a shinobi.

"I'm Mizuki, by the way," they introduced themselves with a friendly nod, reaching out with their right hand to shake their temporary companion’s hand. "I heard about our mission to Gengetsu. I’m hoping the city isn’t too busy this time of year, I’m not a big fan of crowds."

With a quick glance around the gate and a momentary pause, Mizuki added, "I guess it’s just us, so once you’re packed up we should be good to go"

For this particular mission Mizuki packed a medium sized black backpack with snacks for the trip, it was only a two day trip but you never knew when you’d get hungry on these missions that required large trips to big cities. Other than that they had packed relatively light for the trip, they didn’t expect for it to turn into a big fight or anything, they were basically just a glorified mailman right now.

Mizuki's gaze turned to the horizon, where the first hints of daylight began to emerge. They couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth as the rays of sunshine hit their face and they awaited the commencement of their mission with a newfound comrade.

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Ren had been in what’s called "the zone” while playing and only noticed Mizuki as they were pretty close. The applause made him smile and lifted his heart a little. It was always good to find a music lover. ”Thank you.” he responded with a symbolic bow and looked over the newcomer. They were about his age and cute but he couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. The blonde doctor couldn’t see the entirety of Mizuki’s body so, just based on the look of Mizuki’s facial structure and proportionate foot size, Ren’s hypothesis was that his new colleague was female. Not that it mattered much but his ego would get stroked if he had deduced correctly without much information.

The tall blonde youth reached his hand out to take Mizuki’s and gave it a firm yet friendly shake. ”My name is Ren. I look forward to working with you.” he said politely before crouching down to pack his shamisen in the case. He wiped the strings down with a cloth and then wrapped the piece of fabric around the fingerboard to keep an extra layer on them. It was winter season and strings had a tendency to tense the same as wood would dry. It was best for string instruments to keep them in an average temperature, if possible. ”I guess we’ll see when we get there. I for one love Gengetsu – it's culture scene is incomparable to Kirigakure and oh, the food! If there’s time, I’ll take you to one of my favourite restaurants.” he looked up with a smile. The last sentence was a statement not a question. Usually, the blonde doctor was not one to make plans quickly but he warmed to the way Mizuki had approached him so he decided he’d like Mizuki until convinced not to.

He got up and put the shamisen case over one of his shoulders and secured it over his backpack, ”There, all done. Let’s go.” He’d take lead in exiting through the gates and, after a couple of rounds of showing his identification, mission paperwork and his supplies, he was out of Kirigakure with his partner, hopefully, with him.

The duo would set down the main road and it would slowly start snowing as they advanced. In about an hour it was snowing more heavily and it became harder to see far ahead. The scenery was beautiful, however. They couldn’t rush in the weather and the road was getting more and more snowed over. When it looked like Ren’s feet would get wet, the teen applied the same method as walking on water and began walking on top of the snow’s surface. He turned and extended his hand to Mizuki in case they hadn’t used the technique and wanted assistance transitioning to the surface of the snow layer. It was something he did for his little cousin An and, honestly, the height difference and Mizuki’s hair colour reminded him of her a little.

”So, Mizuki, tell me about yourself. What’s your story?” he asked in a curious and friendly manner. They would travel for a day – might as well chit chat about life for a while.

As they walked, they would soon come to a turn in the road and on that turn, right on the edge of the road, some bushes were rustling...

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Mizuki let a warm smile spread across their face as they watched Ren carefully pack away his shamisen, admiring the care and precision with which he handled his instrument. Additionally Ren’s enthusiasm for Gengetsu was infectious, and the mention of the local cuisine made Mizuki’s stomach rumble softly in agreement. "I’d love that,” Mizuki responded with a chuckle, their voice a soft blend of tones that could easily keep Ren guessing about their gender. "I’ve heard a lot about the food there, but never had a chance to try it myself. I’d be glad to have someone familiar with the place show me the ropes."

As Ren slung his shamisen case over his shoulder and took the lead, Mizuki followed, their steps light and purposeful. They moved through the gates of Kirigakure with the same ease, showing their identification and mission paperwork as needed, their movements fluid and graceful. Once out of the village, they fell in step beside Ren, taking in the serene beauty of the snow-covered landscape. The falling snow had a calming effect, but it also brought a sharp chill that bit at their cheeks and nose.

When the snow began to accumulate and the road became more treacherous, Mizuki watched Ren apply the chakra technique to walk atop the snow. With a nod of appreciation for the offer, Mizuki lifted their foot and allowed their chakra to flow, feeling the familiar sensation of stabilization beneath them as they moved to join Ren on the surface of the snow. "Thanks,” they murmured, accepting Ren’s hand briefly, more out of camaraderie than necessity.

As they continued down the snow-covered road, Mizuki listened to Ren’s question, considering it thoughtfully. "Hmm, my story, huh?” They glanced up at the falling snow, as if drawing inspiration from the swirling flakes. Well, if you leave out the usual tragedy or whatever associated with most shinobi, my story isn’t anything special.” They shrugged lightly, as they put more thought into what to say. "I guess, now that I’ve moved out on my own, I feel less pressured to be good at everything so I’ve been trying to learn what I want out of being a shinobi, ya know?”

They paused, watching Ren’s reaction, gauging his interest. "What about you, Ren? I can see you’ve got a talent for music, but there’s got to be more to your story than that. How does a musician end up as a shinobi? That certainly has to be more interesting than whatever I got going on.”

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”Hm” he nodded in agreement, his gaze looking forward. Recently, the blonde doctor had practiced listening better. He read a few books on the psychology of focusing of sorts. There they had described levels of listening to their surroundings or others. It described the hardships of only hearing what others tell us through the prism of ourselves. As a child, Ren would only single out things he cared for and things he did not when learning something. Now he was more adept at putting himself aside and empathizing objectively and not thinking how those experiences immediately tie to his. He liked to think it kept him more aware of the bigger picture, so to speak.

”Usual tragedy, huh…” he chuckled as he glanced down to the shorter shinobi. ”It’s good to get out of any cloud, isn’t it? Just like this snowfall.” he mentioned because the snowfall was, in fact, picking up. The wind was picking up just slightly but most of what they could see was white. The snowflakes became thicker and there was no way of telling what’s more than twenty meters ahead. A layer of white would start building on both of them as they walked. Ren got rid of it from his hair after a moment. The last thing he needed was a cold water-induced cold right when he’s about to get to Gengetsu.

”I became a musician in the hospital.” he looked towards Mizuki and paused, just to read what their face might make of the information. The guy couldn’t help but laugh out loud slightly.

”I was very young when the civil war started so I got sent to live with my cousins on an island further away. I came back and started the Academy later than other kids - after the Sanbi attack. I lost my mother, too and my dad began to self-medicate. It was then that I figured I must be able to do something. So I begged this old doctor guy - he is now chief surgeon - to let me do chores and just help out in the hospital. After a little while of that, I saw someone play a shamisen for their family and I saw how happy they got. So, I started studying too. My great uncle and aunt are well off so they helped me get lessons. I’m pretty ok now. People like it, too and I can make them smile - even the ones that have no way of getting better.” he downplayed years of tireless practice and cramming in theory, as well as years studying medicine. However, while arrogant, Ren’s type of ego did not lie in self-declaration. He, instead, strived to be excellent in everything he loved and therefore would get admired for sheer skill. There was no better feeling, really.

”There’s something ahead of us.” Ren exhaled and motioned for Mizuki to stop. His breath formed a tiny cloud in front of him. It was nice to feel that small moment of warmth against his skin.

The noise was heard first. Something heavy. No - two heavy creatures. It was barely possible to discern movement in front of them… only as they came closer and one could hear the grumbling, it would become clear that there were two big boars approaching them. Perhaps the universe was sending them a challenge? Maybe lunch?

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Mizuki gave a quiet, thoughtful nod, feeling as if the world around them had shrunk into a small, isolated bubble—just them and Ren, wrapped in the gentle hush of falling snow. The thickening snowfall muffled their steps and added an unusual intimacy to the quiet landscape, and Mizuki watched snow crystals collect on Ren’s hair before he brushed them away.

Ren’s admission caught them slightly off guard; Mizuki almost missed it, momentarily unsure how to respond. The thought of someone becoming a musician in a hospital wasn’t something they heard every day. It was a rare, heartfelt honesty that Mizuki didn’t often encounter among shinobi, and for a moment, they simply listened, nodding as he spoke. Mizuki was used to mirroring others, fitting their demeanor to match their companion’s energy, but now they found themselves at a loss, unsure which aspect of their own personality to bring forward. They scratched the back of their neck, momentarily short-circuited by the sincerity.

As Ren finished, Mizuki let the silence linger, imagining him playing a shamisen in the sterile, bustling hospital, his music providing comfort to those who might have lost all hope. The image was admirable, but it felt slightly foreign to them; they had only ever thought of music as a brief escape, nothing more. After a beat, Mizuki offered a quiet, "That’s… actually kind of nice.” Their words felt small but genuine.

Just then, the peaceful silence shattered. Heavy, grunting breaths and the crunching of snow signaled two massive boars trudging closer, their breath fogging the air in brief, steaming puffs. Ren picked up on it as well, calling Mizuki’s attention to the looming shapes just visible through the dense snowfall.

Mizuki, still finding their footing in the strange conversation, let out a light sigh, more amused than concerned. Raising a hand with casual precision, they shaped it into a finger-gun, channeling chakra swiftly. A sharp, focused water bullet shot from their fingertips, slicing cleanly through the snow and striking one of the boars dead-center in the head. It dropped instantly, hitting the ground with a soft thud that sent up a small flurry of powder.

They glanced at Ren with a faint smile, dusting some snow from their shoulder. "Alright, I left one for you.” Stepping to the side, they watched as the remaining boar, now alone, hesitated before letting out an aggressive huff, digging its hooves into the snow, and preparing to charge.

Gurē Ren

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NAME: Mizudeppo no Jutsu [Water Gun Technique]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu [General]
ELEMENT: Suiton
HANDSEALS: --
DESCRIPTION:
The user mimics a fire gun with his hand and, through the Hydrification Technique, compresses a drop of water in their index finger, firing it with tremendous force and speed similar to a gunshot. The technique is able to easily pierce through solid wood and stone but it has trouble actually destroying it. The average range being about 20 meters.

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He exhaled swiftly with an amused smile when Mizuki told him his story was kind of nice. It sounded more like the smaller shinobi was expecting something else than the truth. Not that he could blame her. In many ways, the job of a shinobi was to deceive others and themselves. A lot of times that meant taking up a one-dimensional persona.

The first boar went down and Ren studied the body language of the other. Thinking of the pros and cons of killing it, he decided not to. Instead, after forming three hand seals, he took a deep breath, mixed some chakra in his core and blew out a stream of bubbles. This stream grew and divided into two groups that soon expanded on their own and took the shape of Ren exactly. They even looked like him soon enough. These new clones rushed at the boar only to provoke it by tapping its nose and yanking on its tail. Afterwards, the clones disappeared in the tree line and the boar followed them.

Ren would release the jutsu after Mizuki and himself had moved on. The way he saw it - killing two would only waste meat because there was no way the two of them could eat two boars. Perhaps, the one Mizuki took care of could be more useful than just the few pieces they’d cut out?

”Mizuki, if you want, we can have it for lunch or, alternatively, I know a place in Gengetsu that can make the most of this food wise so if we quicken our pace there, we can have this for dinner.” The choice was her’s. If either both of them got to Gengetsu early then both guys could get a treat at a restaurant run by Ren’s friend. If Mizuki was hungry now, then the duo would find a place to set up for lunch in about an hour. Ren would carry the boar carcass. If Mizuki was ok with speeding up then both of them would rush to Gengetsu and reach it with no breaks within four hours.

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NAME: Baburu Bunshin no Jutsu [Bubble Clone Technique]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Suiton
HANDSEALS: 3
DESCRIPTION:
Baburu Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu that utilizes bubbles held together by a thin chakra film to create a Bunshin clone. Unlike a normal Bunshin, the Baburu Bunshin has the ability to interact more with the environment due to it having physical substance. This allows the clone to carry out limited attacks on its target. The range of the clone is limited however, it can not travel very far from the original body. If the Baburu Bunshin is injured, it reverts and pops like a normal bubble.

[Hōzuki Mizuki]

Mizuki gave an approving nod, their curiosity sparking as they watched Ren’s clones dart around the remaining boar, teasing it and luring it into the trees instead of simply killing it. The strategy was clever, with a playful edge that Mizuki found refreshing. They’d expected Ren to dispatch the animal quickly, but here he was, showing a different approach—a shinobi not immediately viewing a threat as something to eliminate. Ren’s choice felt like an unspoken respect for life and for the quiet wilderness surrounding them. The decision gave the snowfall around them a peaceful edge, as if even the forest itself recognized the mercy Ren had offered.

They glanced down at the boar Ren had taken down, contemplating his offer. "Dinner sounds a lot better,” Mizuki replied, a grin spreading across their face. "I’d rather leave the cooking to someone else, especially if this spot you know in Gengetsu’s as good as you say.” There was something intriguing about showing up with a fresh catch; Mizuki was curious to see what Ren’s friend would make of it. It felt like a small adventure in itself, adding to the anticipation they felt building.

"Let’s make the run to Gengetsu,” they decided, shifting their stance as if preparing for the dash through the thickening snow. The snowflakes fell steadily now, turning the landscape into a quiet, white expanse. Their steps made only the softest crunches as they moved, the sounds swallowed quickly by the blanket of snow. Mizuki’s gaze shifted to Ren as they settled into a faster pace beside him, an inquisitive look spreading across their face as they tried to make small talk, "Do you invite many people out to dinner?”

They tried to keep the tone light, but there was a genuine curiosity beneath it. In the hush of the falling snow, the world felt like it had shrunk down to just the two of them, moving side by side toward a new place with good food and maybe, with any luck, a little more insight into this unexpectedly layered shinobi.



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”Alright then.” the duo would take off and run over the snowy roads and cut through the trees where possible. It was faster to use tree branches to launch off than running on land so they saved some time whenever they passed through woods. Ren knew the path to Gengetsu like the back of his palm now so he could confidently pick their course most efficiently. The young man only liked to waste time on some sort of leisure activity. Running was not one of those.

”Hm? Hahaha, what a question” his laughter filled the air. It was not a question he expected. Nonetheless, it was interesting to see that was where Mizuki’s brain went.

”Hmmm, I guess we’d need to establish what the average amount of asking people for dinner is.” he started thoughtfully while kicking off from another branch. ”I do enjoy good food. My cousin loves to cook so I guess I will talk about it and ask others to join. Most days I’m too busy to ” As far as women were concerned, Ren got asked out way more often than he did the asking out. ”You’re the first this year.” he smiled. It was true. It was also January. Time had gotten away from him in the midsts of studying, working and learning a new instrument.

”Should I ask if you have dinner with strangers often?” he teased with a playful grin. ”What do you do for fun though? You know, aside from work?” he asked. ”Hobbies tell a lot about a person, no?”

Time flies when one is having fun. Soon, they had reached the gates of Gengetsu (more like an always open door frame made for giants). Once there, the couple would slow their pace to a walking one. Large snow clouds covered the sky but it was barely snowing - just a kind of small flakes resembling slow powdered sugar fell down. They were welcomed by a combination of delicious smells coming from restaurants, perfume stands and luxurious soap shops. Gengetsu was an important port and the import and export there was on a new level. People were wearing fashions from all over and it was busy. The snow on the streets had long become mud and people were rushing every direction in the crowd. It was easy to get lost. Ren went first and told Mizuki to stay close behind him. He was tall so he could see over most of his immediate surroundings to guide them more efficiently. After about five minutes of navigating, the two would turn left from the main road onto a small alleyway and it had a narrow door with a sign hanging above it. The place had two entrances but the main one doubled with another place and was busy so Ren preferred the side. It was less busy, too, and closest to the kitchen. He brushed off what snow remained on his body and stomped his foot on the carpet laid down before the entrance. Afterwards, with his free hand, he opened the door and gestured for Mizuki to enter. ”Go on, it’s warm inside.” he urged and would follow straight after.

They entered a dimly lit narrow hall full of warmth and scents of food. The decor was dark but homey and the colors plus the smells instantly felt inviting and comfortable. It also made the mouth water. They could hear the kitchen on the side as they ventured forth.

”Hey, Shinichi!” he waved at one of the chefs in the kitchen loud enough for the team to hear. While his friend got a moment to recognise them between the steam, Ren just held up the boar and grinned.

”Ooooooooh, Ren! Good to see you! And you come bearing gifts!” Shinichi, a big jolly man with bright red cheeks nodded at both of them and gestured for Ren to leave the boar on the table nearby. ”Go sit down and get comfortable. I’ll make you something after we finish these tickets.” The man was monitoring four pans and a pot while also calling out timings to four other chefs in the kitchen. Shinichi did make a second to introduce himself to Mizuki with his full name: Shinichi Kudo. He was a chef that believed that love is a sign of good cooking and said that only bad chefs are skinny - and that he is fat because he’s good at his job.

”This way, Gure-san” a voice from further ahead called and a kindly smiling waitress beckoned both of them to follow. They would soon be sat in a booth further down. The place looked about three thirds full. They had a lot of regulars and weekends were hectic.

After getting seated, they would be given water for the table and a heated bottle of sake. Ren poured some for himself and reached forward towards Mizuki. ”Would you like some? It’s an easy way to warm up after the cold.” Afterwards Ren would raise his glass: ”To a good meal!” with a bright smile and he’d drink his cup of sake. ”Ah, that felt good.” he sighed gleefully feeling heat coarse through his body. His toes were beginning to warm up.

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Mizuki followed Ren’s lead, keeping pace through the snowy roads and leaping through the trees with practiced ease. It was rare they trusted someone else to pick the route, but Ren’s confidence and familiarity with the path made it easy. They couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Ren’s response to their earlier question, his laughter carrying through the crisp air as they darted from branch to branch.

"First this year, huh?" Mizuki grinned as they bounded ahead briefly to keep up with him. "And here I thought I was special." The teasing edge in their voice was light, matching the easygoing banter they often gravitated toward in moments like these.

When Ren turned the question back on them, Mizuki shot him a sidelong glance, their grin lingering. "Not really, I guess. This will be the first time someone’s asked me to dinner though." They brushed some snow off their arm mid-leap, considering his follow-up. "Hmm… if I’m not working or training i just like relaxing and watching the clouds."

The journey passed quickly, the snow-dusted landscape blurring by as they moved. Before long, the towering gate-like entrance of Gengetsu came into view, signaling their arrival. Mizuki slowed their pace to a walk beside Ren, their gaze darting around as they took in the lively scene. The sheer variety of scents and sights was overwhelming in the best way—the aroma of spiced food, the chatter of the crowd, and the eclectic mix of fashion painted a vivid picture of the bustling port city.

Mizuki’s boots squelched slightly in the muddy snow as they trailed behind Ren through the narrow alley and toward the quieter entrance of the restaurant. Once inside, the warmth of the place hit them immediately, melting the lingering chill from their skin. The cozy, inviting ambiance drew a small, content sigh from them as their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

Their gaze flicked toward Shinichi at Ren’s boisterous greeting, and they chuckled softly at the chef’s cheerful demeanor. "Mizuki," they introduced themselves simply, offering a polite nod when Shinichi spoke to them. The chef’s larger-than-life personality was contagious, and Mizuki couldn’t help but feel at ease as they followed the waitress to their booth.

Once seated, Mizuki took in the restaurant’s vibe—its mix of bustling energy and homey warmth was a welcome contrast to the cold trek they’d just endured. They gave an appreciative nod when Ren poured the sake, watching the steam curl invitingly from the bottle. At his toast, Mizuki raised their cup with a grin. "To good company and even better food!"

The first sip sent warmth blooming through them, spreading through their chest and fingertips like a gentle fire, a welcome contrast to the icy weather outside. "Not bad," Mizuki said with a small, approving nod, their voice light as they set the cup down. "Definitely beats frozen rations and cold water on the road. That stuff will keep you alive, but it doesn’t exactly warm the soul." They chuckled softly, their gaze drifting around the cozy restaurant before landing on the lively kitchen where Shinichi and his team were hard at work.

Leaning back slightly in their seat, Mizuki propped one elbow on the table, watching the chefs with casual interest. "This really is a nice place," they admitted, their tone softening slightly. "I’m honestly surprised you know the chef so well. He seems like a character." Their grin returned, playful but tinged with genuine curiosity. "I don’t really get out much. I kinda just stick to the shinobi I know back in Kirigakure."

They tilted their head, still studying Ren as they spoke. "Did you and Shinichi meet through work, or is there some kind of wild story behind that friendship?" There was no mistaking the genuine interest in their voice, layered beneath the teasing. The only difference was that Mizuki’s interest kinda stemmed from the fact that they almost couldn’t imagine making friends with someone outside of work. To her, friendship and even love were tools for shinobi; genuine love was difficult to fake, but you could use it to your advantage to manipulate people to perform a certain way in missions. Gure seemed more genuine than that, at least he seemed more normal than a lot of Kirigakure shinobi.


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The toast was nice. It almost felt like this was a reward the two shinobi gave themselves for running all the way. Ren was very good with trading in bad experiences for good ones. To him, part of growing up was the bargaining with himself of "be uncomfortable for this much time for that much gain of pleasure” and he liked to enjoy his rewards to the fullest.

”Shinichi was being mugged. I knew of him because I had been here before. The food is good and the man is a wizard with meat.” Ren would say after another sip of sake. He’d welcome the warmth and would fall back for a moment. ”I happened to walk past when some guys tried to mug him. I stopped them. He thanked me with some drinks and we became friends. He’s a really good guy.” the blonde would say while glancing toward the kitchen. Truthfully, he had stabbed one of the muggers and broken at least three limbs of the others but those were details. The important bit was that a good chef remained in society.

Food came soon. Dish after dish of cuts of pork, steamed vegetables, sides. It was a feast. It looked like Shinichi didn’t know what Mizuki might like so he had prepared a bit of everything in different styles of cooking - mainly different types of frying and searing.

”Have a good meal!” Ren would clap his hands together and smile happily before separating his chopsticks and gathering bits of everything for his plate. They’d get some tea and more sake, too. The sights and smells were mouth-watering and Ren would entertain Mizuki with small talk and the wildest gig and mission stories as they dined.

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About two hours later, the duo would come to the main port office in Gengetsu. There would be an older gentleman waiting inside and recognise their forehead protectors. ”Are you guys here for the records?” Ren would show him the necessary paperwork. The man was slightly shorter than Ren. He had chiseled and worn features and a full head of thick gray hair that matched his long beard. Eventually he would hand a pack of scrolls to the duo and the shinobi could start on their way back if they so desired. There was time to spare and with rushing to Gengetsu first, they could make it back the same day. It would be up to Mizuki to decide if they stayed in town or headed back the same night.

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[Hōzuki Mizuki]

Mizuki chuckled softly at Ren’s tale, their gaze drifting to the bustling kitchen where Shinichi and his team worked with precision. "So, not just a musician and a doctor, but a knight in shining armor too?" they teased, their voice carrying an easy warmth. The lightness in their tone was genuine, but beneath it lay a quiet admiration. It was rare to find a Kirigakure shinobi who was into heroics, most of them were cold and calculating individuals.

When the food arrived, Mizuki’s eyes widened in delighted surprise at the feast spread before them. "Wow, this looks amazing," they said with a smile, picking up their chopsticks. They wasted no time sampling the dishes, savoring each bite with a growing smile. The variety of flavors and textures was a testament to Shinichi’s talent, and Mizuki couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh.

The meal unfolded in a blur of rich flavors and warm conversation. Ren’s stories were as colorful as the dishes on the table, and Mizuki matched his energy with a few of their own, recounting missions that took unexpected turns and sharing amusing tales of their teammates. The room buzzed with a cozy, lively atmosphere, the perfect complement to the meal. For Mizuki, it was a rare and much-needed break from the usual grind of shinobi life.

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At the port office, Mizuki accepted the scrolls, carefully tucking them into their pouch with practiced precision. Their gaze shifted to Ren, then out toward the snowy streets, where the light dusting of snow seemed to glow faintly under the fading daylight. The air carried a sharp chill, the kind that nipped at their nose and cheeks, but Mizuki found it refreshing in its own way. "We’ve still got a bit of daylight left," they mused, their voice thoughtful. "Let’s head back tonight. I’d rather sleep in my own bed than spend another night out."

Offering the port official a polite smile and a casual wave, Mizuki stepped outside, pulling their cloak tighter against the creeping cold. The snow, now a gentle flurry, swirled lazily in the air, softening the edges of the buildings and blanketing the muddy streets. The town had quieted as the evening set in, and the fewer people on the streets made it easier to navigate without distractions.

Mizuki took a deep breath, the icy air filling their lungs and sharpening their focus. Their thoughts wandered briefly to the warm meal they’d just shared and the comfortable camaraderie it had fostered. It was a good memory to take back with them. With a grin, they glanced over at Ren, mischief lighting their eyes. "Alright, Ren, let’s see if all that food slowed you down."

With that, Mizuki broke into a light jog, their boots crunching softly against the snowy path. The jog quickly transitioned into a brisk run as they led the way out of Gengetsu, the road ahead framed by frost-covered trees and the fading hues of the evening sky. The cold air was invigorating, and with each stride, Mizuki felt the rhythm of their movements steadying, the journey back to Kirigakure unfolding with every step.

Gurē Ren

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”As you say, boss…” he chuckled lightly and took off after her. Ren only shed a lights sigh before he started running as well. The young man appreciated the efficiency and not like he hadn’t ever chased a girl before when he was a teenager… though, honestly, he had a strong sense that one wanted to be chased. Turned out he was right that time.

The pair would make their way out of the city and back on the road. Ren wasn’t as fast as Mizuki but he kept up as well as he could. His stride was longer so it more or less evened out - Mizuki would just take four steps for every two or three that Ren did.

The further they went through, they found something fall out of the trees in front of them. At first it looked like a human figure. Dressed in a winter robe, someone fell out of the tree and landed face first in front of them. It was dim so Ren didn’t see clearly but, after approaching (after waiting for a bit to see if it moved) he’d see it was… a dummy? A big puppet. Around the time of realizing that, a trap sprung loose and needles rained down on both of them. Mizuki being their best chance at combat and not knowing how many enemies they faced, Ren would dart over to his colleague and shield them from the multiple sharp pieces of metal. The range was vast but the projectiles small so he could only assume they had some sort of a toxin on them. Lucky for the team that Ren was becoming somewhat of a wizard with poisons and most didn’t really have an effect on him anymore.

”You ok?” he’d ask over his shoulder and now kind of looked like a pin cushion. The man would calmly start pulling all the needles out. ”Can you tell how many there are?”

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[Hōzuki Mizuki]

Mizuki skidded to a halt just as the figure fell from the tree, the dim light making it difficult to make out the details at first. Their sharp gaze narrowed as they observed the still figure, their instincts immediately screaming that something wasn’t right. When Ren approached cautiously, Mizuki hung back, their senses on high alert.

The realization that it was a dummy came just a second too late. The soft twang of a hidden mechanism triggered, and before Mizuki could react, a rain of needles filled the air. Eyes widening, they instinctively began to shift their body to water, preparing to dodge or deflect the projectiles—but Ren moved faster.

"Ren, wait—!” Mizuki’s words were cut off as the blond darted in front of them, shielding them with his own body. The sound of metal embedding into flesh was sickening, and Mizuki’s expression twisted in a mixture of frustration and concern as Ren turned into a veritable pincushion.

"Am I okay?” Mizuki echoed incredulously, stepping forward to support him as he started pulling the needles out with unnerving calm. "That’s supposed to be my line, you idiot! What were you thinking?”

Even as Mizuki scolded him, Mizuki felt for the faint pulses of chakra nearby. After a tense moment, they snapped their gaze back to Ren, their voice steady and sure despite their earlier panic. Mizuki clicked their tongue in annoyance, not at Ren but at their situation, watching Ren pull needles from his body with alarming calm. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?" they muttered, stepping forward. Sensing the remaining enemies moving nearby, Mizuki’s mind worked quickly. "There are four in hiding, they are each in a different direction probably to box us in and wait for the poison to take effect."

Without the need for hand signs a glistening bubble peeled away from their body. The bubble expanded, reshaping itself into a perfect replica of Mizuki: the Mizufūsen Bunshin [Water Balloon Clone]. The clone moved with purpose, its hand already forming into the familiar shape of finger guns as it ran off into the trees in the direction they were traveling. Without hesitation, the clone fired. Two sharp water bullets shot from its fingertips with deadly precision, each one blasting into the canopy of nearby trees.

Without much fanfare two wet thunks would ring out. The ambushers tumbled from their perches, hitting the ground, one bleeding from the skull and another gripping the bullet wound on their chest. They were out of sight of Mizuki and Ren, but Mizuki could tell as they focused that the clone was successful enough for the time being; and while the other two hadn’t moved yet, they’d likely make their move now. "Correction, two in hiding," they remarked as they kept their eyes steady on Ren. Their real body glanced at Ren, gauging his readiness. "Can you run? My clone cleared the path to Kirigakure."

The clone, meanwhile, quickly made its way back to the main body now that its task was complete.

Gurē Ren

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NAME: Mizufūsen Bunshin [Water Balloon Clone]
RANK: B
REQUIREMENTS: High Chakra Control
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Water
DESCRIPTION:
A clone that is created by using the Hydrification Hijutsu of the Hozuki to alter the user's own cells into water. The clones can be as simple in function as a vaguely human shaped bubble for use in the Body Replacement Technique or a completely mobile and sentient clone capable of utilizing any jutsu in the users repertoire. the clones themselves have the ability to travel far from the user and are able to communicate with the original.

Moreover, since the clone has the ability to merge with any existing water source, it is also great for reconnaissance missions. By directly touching the clone with their hand, the user can either absorb the clone back into their body or change the shape of the clone.

Unlike other clone techniques, the Water Balloon Clone doesn't disappear when hit and takes the damage to a certain degree. This makes it the perfect clone technique that makes it nearly impossible to see through. However, the clones are inhibited by the actions of the user, so if they are preoccupied with other tasks the clones will not be able to act to their full potential.

NAME: Mizudeppo no jutsu [Water Gun Technique]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Hijutsu
ELEMENT: Water
DESCRIPTION:
The user mimics a fire gun with his hand and, through the Hydrification Technique, compresses a drop of water in their index finger, firing it with tremendous force and speed similar to a gunshot. The technique is able to easily pierce through solid wood and stone but it has trouble actually destroying it. The average range being about 20 meters.

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”Welp,” he’d sigh with a nonchalant tone and a sheepish smile. ”I’m a medical shinobi. My job was to make sure you’re unharmed. And you are, so, mission - success.” he laughed it off and pulled out the remaining needles while Mizuki cloned themselves. His hand would reach over a couple of his wounds - the deeper ones - and glow with his chakra. In just a moment, the deeper ones would grow shut and stop excessive bleeding. The rest he could deal with later.

The other issue was the poison. Well, it would have been, if Ren had not been conditioning himself for half a year to be more resistant to poisons. He had ingested, been exposed to and learned how to recognise certain effects in his own body. He had a taste - a palette - for them now. This one was a mix of two that he knew. The effects were supposed to make his body feel numb and slowly paralyse him. Luckily, with the knowledge and skills he possessed, he could have its effects lessened and would also bulb down an antidote that he pulled from his bag. Now all he had to do was suppress it until the antidote took effect but there was no need - his body was already working around it.

”I’m good to go when you are.” He’d nod and would follow Mizuki’s lead. Instead of dealing with the remaining two bandits, the couple would dart ahead and towards Kirigakure. The civilians behind them couldn’t help to keep up - especially when the two shinobi took into the tree line.

It looked like the danger was over and the rest of the road was peaceful. As much as it could be. Mizuki had ample opportunity to keep lecturing Ren about his actions but he’d stand by it - it was the smartest choice to shield the more offensive shinobi.

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