FurikoMaru
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[X] "We had a plan about five minutes after you left. Still gathering intel and doing some prep though. Pull up a chair teach, get into the All Knowing Sensei pose and judge us humble genin."
You and the others fill Asuma in on what's gone down and what you've learned. You wonder at first how to broach the subject of your little discovery, but when you mention that you emptied the trunks and cases into your own luggage there's a tiny flicker in his eyes that lets you know he already knew. Now it's just a question of whether or not to tell Kiba and Ami.
"And what are you doing to look into additional threats, from thieves in the wider community?" your teacher asks.
You frown. "Hm. I thought Kurioka-san ran a pretty tight ship." Or at least Oshibe-san does.
"Not in here he doesn't," Asuma says, shaking his head. "Yakuza authority ends at the walls. If the lesser gangs decide to wet their beaks at the Edajima well he'll turn a blind eye as long as he gets a cut."
"Well, that's unfortunate," you sigh. "Any chance of them being a particular challenge? If civilian taijutsu-enthusiasts can use crazy-no-way anti-chakra I'd like to know if the mobsters around here are all vampires or something."
"Just the usual mix of 'samurai', ordinary civilians and ninja washouts," he replies. "The teachers on night patrol can handle them if they catch them, but Ami, you should still make a few inquiries in town in case someone more prepared is on the way."
"Yes, sensei," she says, spine straightening.
"Well, things are looking pretty good," you say, smiling. "We're right on schedule. Kiba, do we have any specifics on the techniques Sorato's little flunkies might be using if they tag along?"
Kiba shakes his head. "No, sorry. Jounouchi didn't mention any names."
"You didn't ask for any?" you ask, surprised. And then your eyes narrow. "... Kiba. What did you do?"
"Whaddya mean?" he says defensively. "Nothin'!"
Fuck. "What did you do, Kiba?" you demand.
Ami sighs.
"I swear I didn't do anything!" Kiba insists. "That guy started it by-"
"As thrilling as I'm sure the full story would be," Asuma cuts in. "I'll second the request: what did you do?"
Kiba wilts under four sets of judging eyes. "... he guessed I was using him as a source and we had an argument," he mumbles.
"Aw, hell," you mutter. "All right, look, Kiba, if you take my shift I can go find him and smooth things over. If-"
"What does it matter?" he asks petulantly. "We're leaving tomorrow night, he's just some idiot we're never going to see again-"
"Do you listen to the words that come out of your mouth?" Ami interrupts, cradling her forehead in the palm of her hand. "No, wait, if you did you couldn't have screwed up this badly."
"C'mon, Ami, cut him some slack," you wheedle. "It's our first mission out of the village, some things were bound to go wrong."
She takes a deep breath, and letting it go, she nods. With renewed vigour, she resumes her sword drills.
"The reason it matters, Kiba," you explain with as much patience as you can muster, "is that, as you've probably noticed, this is a school where people learn how to kick asses. As we ourselves are in the ass-kicking business, it behoves us to give at least half a fuck about our fellow professionals/competition. What if we need their help again one day? What if someone sends them against us?" You wince. "Plus, I just don't wanna leave things like this. I think they seem like pretty nice guys."
"You think Sasuke is a nice guy," Kiba shoots back.
"No, Ami thinks he's a nice guy," you say bluntly. "I just happen to like him. Just like I happen to like you, even though you happen to have no goddamn filter between your mouth and your brain."
He scowls.
"As I was saying," you go on, "if you're not in the mood to be diplomatic, I can talk to the nurse, too."
"No," he objects, "that has to be me; you don't have any medical training."
"But I do," Asuma cuts in. "I'm disappointed in you, Kiba. A shinobi can't afford to let his temper get the better of him over something so minor. Or did you forget your own words to Ami earlier?"
"... no," Kiba grinds out grudgingly. "But he was talking shit about ninja and-"
"Ino, go talk to your contact, but make it quick," your sensei orders. "Ami, interview and market."
"You're the boss, boss," you say meekly, heading out. Shit, Kiba's really gonna get it.
[X] Stick around to listen in on their conversation.
[X] Asuma said to make it quick and sent you away for a reason; go patch things up with Jou.
You and the others fill Asuma in on what's gone down and what you've learned. You wonder at first how to broach the subject of your little discovery, but when you mention that you emptied the trunks and cases into your own luggage there's a tiny flicker in his eyes that lets you know he already knew. Now it's just a question of whether or not to tell Kiba and Ami.
"And what are you doing to look into additional threats, from thieves in the wider community?" your teacher asks.
You frown. "Hm. I thought Kurioka-san ran a pretty tight ship." Or at least Oshibe-san does.
"Not in here he doesn't," Asuma says, shaking his head. "Yakuza authority ends at the walls. If the lesser gangs decide to wet their beaks at the Edajima well he'll turn a blind eye as long as he gets a cut."
"Well, that's unfortunate," you sigh. "Any chance of them being a particular challenge? If civilian taijutsu-enthusiasts can use crazy-no-way anti-chakra I'd like to know if the mobsters around here are all vampires or something."
"Just the usual mix of 'samurai', ordinary civilians and ninja washouts," he replies. "The teachers on night patrol can handle them if they catch them, but Ami, you should still make a few inquiries in town in case someone more prepared is on the way."
"Yes, sensei," she says, spine straightening.
"Well, things are looking pretty good," you say, smiling. "We're right on schedule. Kiba, do we have any specifics on the techniques Sorato's little flunkies might be using if they tag along?"
Kiba shakes his head. "No, sorry. Jounouchi didn't mention any names."
"You didn't ask for any?" you ask, surprised. And then your eyes narrow. "... Kiba. What did you do?"
"Whaddya mean?" he says defensively. "Nothin'!"
Fuck. "What did you do, Kiba?" you demand.
Ami sighs.
"I swear I didn't do anything!" Kiba insists. "That guy started it by-"
"As thrilling as I'm sure the full story would be," Asuma cuts in. "I'll second the request: what did you do?"
Kiba wilts under four sets of judging eyes. "... he guessed I was using him as a source and we had an argument," he mumbles.
"Aw, hell," you mutter. "All right, look, Kiba, if you take my shift I can go find him and smooth things over. If-"
"What does it matter?" he asks petulantly. "We're leaving tomorrow night, he's just some idiot we're never going to see again-"
"Do you listen to the words that come out of your mouth?" Ami interrupts, cradling her forehead in the palm of her hand. "No, wait, if you did you couldn't have screwed up this badly."
"C'mon, Ami, cut him some slack," you wheedle. "It's our first mission out of the village, some things were bound to go wrong."
She takes a deep breath, and letting it go, she nods. With renewed vigour, she resumes her sword drills.
"The reason it matters, Kiba," you explain with as much patience as you can muster, "is that, as you've probably noticed, this is a school where people learn how to kick asses. As we ourselves are in the ass-kicking business, it behoves us to give at least half a fuck about our fellow professionals/competition. What if we need their help again one day? What if someone sends them against us?" You wince. "Plus, I just don't wanna leave things like this. I think they seem like pretty nice guys."
"You think Sasuke is a nice guy," Kiba shoots back.
"No, Ami thinks he's a nice guy," you say bluntly. "I just happen to like him. Just like I happen to like you, even though you happen to have no goddamn filter between your mouth and your brain."
He scowls.
"As I was saying," you go on, "if you're not in the mood to be diplomatic, I can talk to the nurse, too."
"No," he objects, "that has to be me; you don't have any medical training."
"But I do," Asuma cuts in. "I'm disappointed in you, Kiba. A shinobi can't afford to let his temper get the better of him over something so minor. Or did you forget your own words to Ami earlier?"
"... no," Kiba grinds out grudgingly. "But he was talking shit about ninja and-"
"Ino, go talk to your contact, but make it quick," your sensei orders. "Ami, interview and market."
"You're the boss, boss," you say meekly, heading out. Shit, Kiba's really gonna get it.
[X] Stick around to listen in on their conversation.
[X] Asuma said to make it quick and sent you away for a reason; go patch things up with Jou.
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