Nikooru's Story prt. 2 The next day they trained, enhancing their skills with their favorite weapons, learning the basic way to use them, how to buff them, all things that were already well known to Nikooru. He made them spar everyday, as well as constant drills. He wanted them to succeed even if he didnt show it. When their sensei left them to train on their own, Nikooru would take command and help them with harder techniques and other jutsu. That summer passed by quickly and they had just one last test on the last day. If they won the Chunin exams would be their next stop, if not, Benjiro would torture them with work and lame missions.
Nikooru's Story prt.1 From her seat in the back of the room next to the window she drew the snowy scene outside of the class room. Twin wolves were in the center, playing in a way that used their patterns on their coats to make a yin yang sign. No one sat in her row for the pleasure of the other students. For their fear. The teacher had silver hair, which was messily in his face. His clothes were of standard snow village uniform. As for the posture it was perfect as the proper way he talked. Benjiros head band was hanging loosely from the one of the black tubes of the yuki chakra armor. He was lecturing the class about squads, unity, bondi
Before Cloud 9 Turned Red: 1 Pain. It was the only thing that he was moving on lately. To escape it. He had tried to simulate being with his parents by turning their corpses into his first two human puppets. It didnt work. His pain only grew from the lies he created. And so at the age off seven-teen he left his grandmother, Chiyos care in another attempt to erase his agony. It didnt work either. Not long after he turned his physical being into a puppet, possibly so he could concentrate on only one of his tortures. Thus he became an ageless creature, an immortal beast but it didnt seem to do anything but hinder him for a very long
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