Post by hisae on Sept 9, 2013 0:27:03 GMT -5
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The mountains surrounding Iwakagure No Sato, deeply rooted in its history as it was in the ground, had its side shining gloriously in the sun. A rain cloud had hovered over the village in the night time, stronger than what was customary for the residents, civilian and shinobi alike. Now being morning, clouds rolled in at a lower altitude, fog and mist shrouding the streets. Water molecules permeating the atmosphere, soothing to the skin. A great morning, rarely were they as enjoyable as today. It was not without flaw, mud sticking to combat boots and sandals, needing just a bit more effort. Eis and Emi were up before the rest of the world, or so it seemed, both in the kitchen cooking. It was a cozy two story home, residing near the center of the Hayakuni district, which itself was placed near the northern part of the village. It could have been considered its own hamlet, as it felt like a village in its own. Though far from that concept, the clan itself was a close-knit community. Each of the elders and some of the adults had dabbled in the wars of old, so they well-versed in the three basic forms of combat for a shinobi, along with their own specializations. A warrior clan, bred for battle and raising the next of kin, a reputation kept strong through word of mouth by the conquered and defeated.
Click! A turn of the handle turned off the stove, steam rising out of the boiling pot. Ripe carrots floated around, soft with a insinuating aroma. Eis reached for one of the kitchen knives, stainless steel reflecting the sun’s light, showing off the craftsmanship. Ignoring the waters heat, she took out the vegetable one by one, placing them on the chopping block. Aftewards, using incredible precision and speed, Eis diced the carrot in even pieces before collecting it all in both hands, placing it on a plate taken by Emi. The process repeated itself until all eight carrots were finished. The pot was drained out, cleaned. Being the last part of preparations for the journey, Emi did the rest. Opening the bottom cabinet that was right of the stone, neatly stacked and alphabetized bento boxes based on the company manufacturer, was what she had been looking for. Placing about twelve of them side by side, Emi skillfully placed the correct portions of food ; enough rice for the salad, enough salted meat to add to variety but not too much to cause much thirst, sauce for flavor and vegetable for the need of a consistent diet. It was a shinobi’s dream rations.
“You got everything in there?” Eis came over to look at her daughter’s progress, splitting her focus on putting on a half-shirt and Emi’s handy work.
“As balanced as I can get it mama,” was the genin’s own bubbly response, speeding through already five of them.
“Hn. Good work—“ praised the kunoichi, heading upstairs to finish packing the basic necessities for both of them. Canteens of water, soft wooly cloth made from mountain goats to use as makeshift bedrolls, radio communicators in the event of separation. Eis was over-protective, paranoid. She could not prepare for every omen, but her mother nature akin to a cave bear, did its best to soothe her own conscience.
Grasping the leather strap, Eis dragged it across the floor until at the top of the stairs. Clenching it hard beforehand, “YO! CATCH THIS EMI!” yelled the old hag, voice as commanding as it was in the old days. Startled, almost making a mess with the food, Emi jolted to the stairs. Turning the corner, Eis only needed to see her shadow before throwing the sack. “What is—“ was what Emi planned to finish saying, interrupted by a mouthful of fur, sending her face first into the floor. Earth and tile gave way to the immense power of Eis’ throwing arm, ruining the interior of the home.
“Euuuugh…” was the only noise from Emi, a heavy groan of soreness from the surprise attack. It was a natural occurrence, yet turning a bag into a dangerous weapon was new to her. A mental note was kept : bags and mother do not end well if needed to be caught.
It was a trip they had been planning a couple months before Emi’s graduation from the academy, a reward for the back breaking work she had been putting in school and at home with the rest of her clansmen, earning a place among their history of prodigies and promising protégé. It would be a revelation, for Emi. It would be simply paying dues for Eis.
“Checked your equipment, got all the ninja gear?” asked Eis, double-checking.
“Yeah, kunai and all,”
“Lets head out then, we’ll make enough ground to only rest one night if we don’t loiter around, longer if I find a teaching moment in the wild,” notified Eis, known to instruct others by practical methods, like hands-on experience. It was dangerous in some cases, but with her own daughter, it was essential to nurture the Will of Stone in her.
Setting foot outside of the Hayakuni district, another round of heavy fog rolled in. It covered their bodies, shadowy outlines the best anyone not next to them could discern. Arriving outside of the village walls, mother and daughter looked into each other’s eyes . A passing of the torch, a recognition of each other’s pride and own nindo. Smiles engraved upon their delicate faces, both dispersed through the mountain range to head to their destination.
“Mom, I forgot to ask, where are we going this time?”
“I haven’t found a name for it yet, even after the years. But it’s something I am proud of.”
“Well can I know what it is?” now extremely curious.
“I blew up some rocks,” answered Eis back, rather nonchalant
.
“How many mom--” dreading the answer, evidently on her face.
“Ooooooh, about the average. Enough to make a river valley, about similar in size to The Valley of End near Konoha,” enthusiastically she responded, her ego ballooning within her head. It was an exaggeration, it was a bit smaller, but still an incredible feat.
“Whaaaat! Why and how you do that?!” exclaimed Emi, so surprised that she lost focus on where she was going, dodging a boulder obviously in her way by a hair. She knew her mom was a war hero and did some crazy things, but make a valley? A new twist in the whole plot. She had never even seen the Valley of the End, she still stuck on the part where her mom said "valley".
“I’ll tell you the whole story when we get there,” was the final response in the matter, doubling her speed. It forced Emi to shut up and concentrate on keeping up, no time to pester with anymore questions. Her own lineage had become interesting, indeed.
a faithful morning
YEARS BACK
The mountains surrounding Iwakagure No Sato, deeply rooted in its history as it was in the ground, had its side shining gloriously in the sun. A rain cloud had hovered over the village in the night time, stronger than what was customary for the residents, civilian and shinobi alike. Now being morning, clouds rolled in at a lower altitude, fog and mist shrouding the streets. Water molecules permeating the atmosphere, soothing to the skin. A great morning, rarely were they as enjoyable as today. It was not without flaw, mud sticking to combat boots and sandals, needing just a bit more effort. Eis and Emi were up before the rest of the world, or so it seemed, both in the kitchen cooking. It was a cozy two story home, residing near the center of the Hayakuni district, which itself was placed near the northern part of the village. It could have been considered its own hamlet, as it felt like a village in its own. Though far from that concept, the clan itself was a close-knit community. Each of the elders and some of the adults had dabbled in the wars of old, so they well-versed in the three basic forms of combat for a shinobi, along with their own specializations. A warrior clan, bred for battle and raising the next of kin, a reputation kept strong through word of mouth by the conquered and defeated.
Click! A turn of the handle turned off the stove, steam rising out of the boiling pot. Ripe carrots floated around, soft with a insinuating aroma. Eis reached for one of the kitchen knives, stainless steel reflecting the sun’s light, showing off the craftsmanship. Ignoring the waters heat, she took out the vegetable one by one, placing them on the chopping block. Aftewards, using incredible precision and speed, Eis diced the carrot in even pieces before collecting it all in both hands, placing it on a plate taken by Emi. The process repeated itself until all eight carrots were finished. The pot was drained out, cleaned. Being the last part of preparations for the journey, Emi did the rest. Opening the bottom cabinet that was right of the stone, neatly stacked and alphabetized bento boxes based on the company manufacturer, was what she had been looking for. Placing about twelve of them side by side, Emi skillfully placed the correct portions of food ; enough rice for the salad, enough salted meat to add to variety but not too much to cause much thirst, sauce for flavor and vegetable for the need of a consistent diet. It was a shinobi’s dream rations.
“You got everything in there?” Eis came over to look at her daughter’s progress, splitting her focus on putting on a half-shirt and Emi’s handy work.
“As balanced as I can get it mama,” was the genin’s own bubbly response, speeding through already five of them.
“Hn. Good work—“ praised the kunoichi, heading upstairs to finish packing the basic necessities for both of them. Canteens of water, soft wooly cloth made from mountain goats to use as makeshift bedrolls, radio communicators in the event of separation. Eis was over-protective, paranoid. She could not prepare for every omen, but her mother nature akin to a cave bear, did its best to soothe her own conscience.
Grasping the leather strap, Eis dragged it across the floor until at the top of the stairs. Clenching it hard beforehand, “YO! CATCH THIS EMI!” yelled the old hag, voice as commanding as it was in the old days. Startled, almost making a mess with the food, Emi jolted to the stairs. Turning the corner, Eis only needed to see her shadow before throwing the sack. “What is—“ was what Emi planned to finish saying, interrupted by a mouthful of fur, sending her face first into the floor. Earth and tile gave way to the immense power of Eis’ throwing arm, ruining the interior of the home.
“Euuuugh…” was the only noise from Emi, a heavy groan of soreness from the surprise attack. It was a natural occurrence, yet turning a bag into a dangerous weapon was new to her. A mental note was kept : bags and mother do not end well if needed to be caught.
It was a trip they had been planning a couple months before Emi’s graduation from the academy, a reward for the back breaking work she had been putting in school and at home with the rest of her clansmen, earning a place among their history of prodigies and promising protégé. It would be a revelation, for Emi. It would be simply paying dues for Eis.
“Checked your equipment, got all the ninja gear?” asked Eis, double-checking.
“Yeah, kunai and all,”
“Lets head out then, we’ll make enough ground to only rest one night if we don’t loiter around, longer if I find a teaching moment in the wild,” notified Eis, known to instruct others by practical methods, like hands-on experience. It was dangerous in some cases, but with her own daughter, it was essential to nurture the Will of Stone in her.
Setting foot outside of the Hayakuni district, another round of heavy fog rolled in. It covered their bodies, shadowy outlines the best anyone not next to them could discern. Arriving outside of the village walls, mother and daughter looked into each other’s eyes . A passing of the torch, a recognition of each other’s pride and own nindo. Smiles engraved upon their delicate faces, both dispersed through the mountain range to head to their destination.
“Mom, I forgot to ask, where are we going this time?”
“I haven’t found a name for it yet, even after the years. But it’s something I am proud of.”
“Well can I know what it is?” now extremely curious.
“I blew up some rocks,” answered Eis back, rather nonchalant
.
“How many mom--” dreading the answer, evidently on her face.
“Ooooooh, about the average. Enough to make a river valley, about similar in size to The Valley of End near Konoha,” enthusiastically she responded, her ego ballooning within her head. It was an exaggeration, it was a bit smaller, but still an incredible feat.
“Whaaaat! Why and how you do that?!” exclaimed Emi, so surprised that she lost focus on where she was going, dodging a boulder obviously in her way by a hair. She knew her mom was a war hero and did some crazy things, but make a valley? A new twist in the whole plot. She had never even seen the Valley of the End, she still stuck on the part where her mom said "valley".
“I’ll tell you the whole story when we get there,” was the final response in the matter, doubling her speed. It forced Emi to shut up and concentrate on keeping up, no time to pester with anymore questions. Her own lineage had become interesting, indeed.
今度分会--!! その過失我々の母--!!
NEXT CHAPTER--!! THE SINS OF OUR FOREMOTHERS--!!
NEXT CHAPTER--!! THE SINS OF OUR FOREMOTHERS--!!