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You say if you could fly
Who: Neji and Gai
When: August 11th
Where: Training field 5
Notes: An unexpected engagement throws chaos into more lives than one.
Neji kept a firm leash on his temper hours after the meeting. He parted ways with Hinata, unable to say a word despite giving thought to a few attempts, and retreated to his apartment. He breathed, attempted to cool the internal fire sparking through his veins and boiling into a restrained anger he knew better than to unleash. Fingers curled into tight fists, then laxed again. Don't think about it, acknowledge the feelings then let them go. Concentrate.
He was almost fine.
Almost, because while he was great with emotional control when there were more important things to focus on, this time there was nothing to distract him. No overriding mission objective to set his sights on and use to bury personal feeling with. He was left at ends, stalking in a half-circle through his small living room, teeth grinding together and trying to focus.
For the first time, he seriously considered getting drunk- to seek out the supposed cure-all for shinobi woes. But that was as likely to backfire as it was to help, and he was already teetering on unsteady ground. Frustration mounted as his options dwindled, and he decided he just needed to get out. Get out and work through this before he did something supremely stupid.
On impulse, Neji tore out a shred of parchment and pressed ink into words with a harder grip than usual. He forced a measure of courtesy he didn't feel into the short writing simply because his mentor didn't deserve blatant disrespect.
Gai-sensei,
If you find yourself with time, I'd appreciate your assistance with a matter. Training field 5. Should you find this late, please join me at the Red Lantern.
-N.
No details, but he didn't have the patience for writing out an explanation. The mention of the shinobi bar would have to suffice as a glimpse into his mental state, with the field serving as the context. He sent it off and translocated to the field in question.
The first training post fell victim to a large burst of chakra that flayed layers of wood like bark from a tree. Wood splintered and flew with the force of a miniature explosion, splitting cloth and skin with a scattering of shallow lacerations. A little more than he'd asked for, and a brief wave of exhaustion left him crouching at the base.
Through the Byakugan, he could see where his chakra had cracked the solid core, and smiled grim satisfaction. If he'd ever used the same force on a living being, the pure concentration of chakra would've burst every internal organ in rapid succession, any excess blowing back through tenketsu and bleeding the deceased out from the inside.
With a swift kick, he smashed the remains of the post in half.
When: August 11th
Where: Training field 5
Notes: An unexpected engagement throws chaos into more lives than one.
Neji kept a firm leash on his temper hours after the meeting. He parted ways with Hinata, unable to say a word despite giving thought to a few attempts, and retreated to his apartment. He breathed, attempted to cool the internal fire sparking through his veins and boiling into a restrained anger he knew better than to unleash. Fingers curled into tight fists, then laxed again. Don't think about it, acknowledge the feelings then let them go. Concentrate.
He was almost fine.
Almost, because while he was great with emotional control when there were more important things to focus on, this time there was nothing to distract him. No overriding mission objective to set his sights on and use to bury personal feeling with. He was left at ends, stalking in a half-circle through his small living room, teeth grinding together and trying to focus.
For the first time, he seriously considered getting drunk- to seek out the supposed cure-all for shinobi woes. But that was as likely to backfire as it was to help, and he was already teetering on unsteady ground. Frustration mounted as his options dwindled, and he decided he just needed to get out. Get out and work through this before he did something supremely stupid.
On impulse, Neji tore out a shred of parchment and pressed ink into words with a harder grip than usual. He forced a measure of courtesy he didn't feel into the short writing simply because his mentor didn't deserve blatant disrespect.
Gai-sensei,
If you find yourself with time, I'd appreciate your assistance with a matter. Training field 5. Should you find this late, please join me at the Red Lantern.
-N.
No details, but he didn't have the patience for writing out an explanation. The mention of the shinobi bar would have to suffice as a glimpse into his mental state, with the field serving as the context. He sent it off and translocated to the field in question.
The first training post fell victim to a large burst of chakra that flayed layers of wood like bark from a tree. Wood splintered and flew with the force of a miniature explosion, splitting cloth and skin with a scattering of shallow lacerations. A little more than he'd asked for, and a brief wave of exhaustion left him crouching at the base.
Through the Byakugan, he could see where his chakra had cracked the solid core, and smiled grim satisfaction. If he'd ever used the same force on a living being, the pure concentration of chakra would've burst every internal organ in rapid succession, any excess blowing back through tenketsu and bleeding the deceased out from the inside.
With a swift kick, he smashed the remains of the post in half.
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"They'll pressure her. Ply her with niceties, then shake her self-confidence until they realize all they have to do is threaten me. At the most, this will give us time and grant me a small measure of breathing room. I don't have to pretend to be interested if she isn't."