>>5792340“Masami, I love you. Please go out with me.”
Masami doesn’t even respond, she just quickly snaps out a foot to take him in the nuts like she did over a year ago. You hear an actual crunch that sounds like rocks and gravel being smacked together. Katsuro is unharmed while Masami falls to the ground, clutching her foot.
“OW! Ow ow ow! Katsuro, what the hell was that!” She says, tears of pain forming in her eyes as she massages her toe, wondering if it’s broken.
“HA! That’s REVENGE, Masami! Earth Style: Balls of Steel technique!” He gives her a malicious laugh and heads for the door, slipping quickly around everyone else who is entering and nearly bumping into Juro-Sensei in the hall as he exits.
“Where do you think you’re going? Class starts when I step into the room.”
“Juro-Sensei, I’m heading to the bathroom to get the rocks out of my pants. Please excuse me.”
“... Go.”
“Thank you, Juro-Sensei.”
Juro-Sensei enters the room. You all stand. He stares around at all of you with a haunted, defeated look.
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You’re doing special stealth training with your class. Outside the village walls, which excites you because you’ve never left the village before. Apparently it’s quite unusual, but Junpei had been active in coordinating it with his family. Three-man squads under a more experienced team leader, the standard loadout. Your squad for the training is Yuna, Daigo, and Junpei’s chunin sister, Junko, supervising. Go figure. Apparently the parents in this village who weren’t your mother really liked theme names for their kids.
The goal of the training was simple. Kill Junpei. Don’t be noticed before he’s down. Obviously it wasn’t going to be literally killing him because that’d be horrifying, but also because Junpei was too stealthy and perceptive and it would be impossible. He assured you he’d be as stealthy and perceptive as the average person, which apparently meant whistling like a rube while he loudly trampled around the woods.
Junko almost silently whispers in your ear as you lie silently in wait beneath a bush. You can feel the minute brush of her lips on your ear. She's so close. “Has my little brother taught you anything about how to move quietly?”
“Yes.” You whisper, feeling a distinct increase in your heart rate. It sounds almost like you’re screaming compared to Junko’s barely perceptible voice.
“Good. Quietly, slowly, move out from the cover of this bush and take a position by that rock.”
You begin to move when you feel her hand softly press itself into the small of your back to stop you. She silently slithers back into your ear. Kami-Sama…
“I said, quietly. Slowly. Very, very slowly. You should move about half a foot every within the span of 30 seconds.”
To clear, what? You do some mental math. Around 60 feet. That was going to take you an hour.
“That’s going to take me an hour.” You hiss.
“Good boy. You’re learning.”
