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Azayllyn makes his way back to the village gates exhausted after all his training. He's cracks his neck a bit and curiously poke at his chakra once again amazed at the difference. He yawns somewhat sleepily before looking back at the outside of the village gates. He's not sure but it almost seemed as if he sensed someone behind him. Strange no one was there. He continued into the village thinking about what he might train next and what other skills to learn. Throughout his walk he kept feeling the strange feeling as if he was being followed but every time he turned to check no one was there. After the last time he sighed as his random dose of paranoia and turned back around to continue walking when a HUGE, at least huge to him, man was suddenly right in front of him although he could have sworn no one had been there before. Falling on his but out of surprise he looks up at the strange tall man.

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He had, admittedly, seen the child. Which is why the man had swiftly moved past him. He had no need for the child, but had gotten distracted and had stood in place for a moment. That turned out to make the boy run into him. Mihara turned around, and looked at the small boy. He noticed that the boy was small, but obviously not as young as most. He had to guess around 17, if he were forced to. He looked the boy over for a single moment before speaking, as the boy hadn't spoken yet.

"Jeez, are all Ninja so stupid? You can't even watch where you're going?"

He had a certain level of hatred, in general, for ninja. He decided, out of boredom, to entertain himself with this one.

"What's your name, small fry? I'm Mihara."

He was utterly confident that, if this boy reacted badly, he could stop the boy.

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"O-oh...ummm...S-s-sorry there. My bad," Azayllyn would give an adorable blushing apology as he hopped up and bowed deeply in apology before looking up at the tall man with enough awe and wonder that it would likely embarrass the most heartless convict. "O-oh right!" He looks even more embarrassed as he remembers the previous question. "I'm Azayllyn! Wow! You're pretty big huh?" As he looks up at the hulking ronnin he takes in his looks. Blonde hair, thick muscles and a devil-may-care type of attitude and Az's eye's would look like two twinkling stars. "You're amazing Mr.! So manly. Wow! Oh you can call me Az or Storm, but how did you get so big and strong, why is your hair so blonde, How did you get so big, are you a ninja, s-s-sorry I'm talking to much again aren't I?"

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The smaller one was an idiot. Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be? He was a ninja. That's what they were, beyond dirty cheaters. They were idiots that shouldn't even exist, in the perfect world. This, sadly, wasn't the perfect world. This was the imperfect world that Ninja and Samurai existed, in peace nonetheless. He sighed. This boy would have to be corrected, even if they were compliments.

"I'm big, blonde, and strong because I was born strong. Unlike someone obviously. I'm not a ninja, those people are fucking idiots. If it were up to me, there wouldn't even be ninja. I assure you, I can beat all the ninja. Assuming I have my trusty blade. Of course, there are some strong pricks out there, but I'm the strongest man. They call me the Vanishing Act." He moved with speed, to appear behind the other boy. It would seem like he simply teleported to the other boy.

"Seriously, most can't even produce that kind of speed. I'm not even at my peak! I'm nearing it, but I'm not at my peak! Also, what kind of name is Azayllyn? It's stupid. Ninja are stupid."

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"Wow, you were born that way! Oh...where'd....oh there you go!" Az would look around before noticing him behind him. "Ha, ha wow that's pretty cool. I'd love to learn how to do that!" Az yawned sleepily before wavering a bit dizzily almost falling to the ground. He was still a bit tired from his training but he quickly widened his stance and caught himself from falling. He had a personal rule about not letting himself fall until he was back home. He always tried to do this when he trained even if he didn't always succeed. "Sorry you had to see that. Ha, ha. Weak huh?' Az gets a sad smile going on his face before smiling happily and chipper again. "Well, I'll admit I might not be very strong now but mister....I want to be strong like you! If you're so strong, then you must be a really good leader right? Can you teach me to move like you? Even a little bit?" Az give's the strange man the most adorable and irresistible puppy dog eye's in his arsenal, and this look was deadly on the cuteness scale and few could stand up to it. "Please Mr.?"

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It almost made him want to laugh. He could make this boy do anything, likely, just so he could move fast. He crouched and stared at the boy. A leery glare that gave off the idea that he was thinking. Mihara was thinking. He knew what he had to do. He laughed out loud when he formulated the plan to completion in his head. He looked at the boy, directly into his eyes.

"Hmm. Alright. I'll teach you. It'll be very difficult, though. Shall we get the first step? Do you have any rope nearby?"

He had decided to take a book from Ishi's collection. One that pissed him off, but he thinks made him stronger in the end. Maybe. Perhaps? Who knew, all he knew is that this small boy was an idiot. He was determined to get some amusement out of it, even if it required the misfortune of others. It was only going to be slight misfortune. In fact, the boy might even gain some upper body strength. Alas, it was still going to be full of jackassery, as most of what Mihara does.

"Make sure it's tough stuff too. Important for the training."

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"Oh sure! I know just where to go for something like that. Wait here!" After saying that Az rushed off to one of Kumo's blacksmith's who loved to have him over a lot. He'd learned a lot from them during the times he stayed there and one of those things happened to be that the Smith always carried the toughest best quality rope for the times when he had to die down his creations and take it out of the village to a faraway customer. As Az popped in and asked for a portion of his rope supply the blacksmith was happy to oblige and chatted him up a bit about how he'd been. "Oh I just made a new friend! He's going to help me train!" "That's so ador- I mean so admirable. Good luck with your training!" "Thanks SmokeyPapa!" As Az turned away to leave he missed the euphoric expression the man adopted when Az called him by the adorable nickname he'd given him as a child. Az ran out and went back to the blonde man with the rope slung along his shoulder. The rope looked like it was a sash on him, seeing as the big circle dwarfed his body easily but Az kept going gleefully as he got pumped up by the blonde man's kind offer of training him. "Here it is big guy! I can't wait thank you for this! You're my Hero Mr. Samurai!" Embarassed

The shinning bright and burning red face of the tiny teen could light up the sky as he looked up at the big Samurai with nothing but adoration. "Can we start now?!?!"

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He couldn't believe it. The had actually done it. He had actually brought him the rope. This was amazing. This boy was either stupid or Naive, and that was a common trait among ninja. That they 'trusted' people. Pfft. That was a stupid concept. It's not like he ever trusted anyone, and see where that got him? He has strength in spades. He could fight the ninja world and beat them, he felt. At full strength, there was not a single man who could beat Mihara. Never. He would never let himself be beaten, as if he did, that would mean he wasn't the strongest That would mean he was a liar, and that was not what he was.

"Turn your back to me, cross your wrists behind you."

He would take the rope from the boy as he spoke, a bemused look on his face.

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Azayllyn did as the man asked readily. He turned his back to the man excited and curious about what type of training this may be. He was also slightly shy having a big manly guy behind him like that made his mind run to a million different places and at this point his entire face would be red as fire as anyone who happened by would be able to see his embarrassment from the plum colored face. "B-be gentle....if....if you can." Trying to distract himself his mind turned to a memory to a situation very similar to this one he had once encountered.

~Flashback~:

Az smiled cheerily at the memory. "Don't worry I've been tied up before so you can...be a little rough I guess..." It never occurred to Azayllyn that this could mean something different but he blushed deeply anyway, happy that the man was kind enough to help him out. "It should be fine if it's you. Somehow when I look at you you just seem like someone you can rely on! S-sorry for talking so much. I'm ready mister!" His entire body oozed excitement as he waited with his back turned arms behind his back and giving off an aura of complete trust and vulnerability to the strange man he'd only just met.

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Mihara would attempt to surpress his laugh. This boy, oh. What a chap. What a guy. What a boy. Mihara wasn't sure if the boy actually knew what he was saying. This was an attempt met with the inability. God, this kid reminded him of himself with Ishi. The same aura of trust, although with less of Mihara's personality. After a solid moment of laughing, he shook his head. He didn't quite think of the boy like that, but still. That was an amusing thought to Mihara.

"As if you could stop me being rough!"

He looked at the rope in his hand and decided that maybe the boy needed some training for real. He took the rope, and swiftly wrapped it around the boy's wrists, double-knotting it. There wasn't a chance in the world that he was going to get out of it, but he still had a bit of rope left. He decided to play around with the boy's imagination. He took the rope, and circled it around the boy's stomach, and then came back around, tying the arms to the small of the back. Making it even harder to get out of.

There was a look of full-blown amusement on Mihara's face. He couldn't believe there was ninja like this boy.

"I don't suppose you could get out of that, could you?"

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Azayllyn gave the rope a few test tugs before pulling with all of his strength, but to no avail. "Nope boss! I'm all tied down and going nowhere Smile

" Azayllyn smiled a bit as he hummed a quick tune out of his mounting excitement. "Welp I'm all your's Giant-oneesan. I'm ready to be trained." Az would, still looking forward, hum softly to himself as he waited to see what was in store for him for his training. For some reason he hummed the tune for the strange lullaby that he'd known since he was born but no one in the village who'd raised him knew where he'd learned it since it wasn't a lullaby of Kumo wherever it came from. It was beautiful however even being hummed and also what he tended to hum by default whenever he was waiting for things.

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"Good. If you were able to, it would mean my skills are rusty."

He stretched a little bit, his smirk still radiating. He took his blade off his hip, and threw it to the side.

"Right, first things first. About how fast can you move? Obviously not nearly as fast as me. But, unless you can keep balance and run without your arms, you won't be much use in combat."

Mihara knew better than anyone that his main skill was his athletics. He was fitter than most. He had the speed and strength most ninja had, which was a statement in-of-itself when it came down to it. Samurai were often known as armored battlers. Well, he supposed it was a misnomer. He wasn't really a samurai anymore. He was a Ronin. A dangerous one, even. He didn't go around murdering people, of course. Why would he? He wasn't a monster, name be damned. He was a normal man. He had an amusing method of having the boy tell him how fast he ran.

He grabbed the wrist bindings and lifted the boy, and had the boy looking at him.

"Since you're not trained; I can't have you hurting yourself." There was some more to that sentence, but that wasn't to be talked about. He just spoke those words and waiting for him to tell him.

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Azayllyn started to think about the question when the big blonde man picked him up. "H-h..." He couldn't finish the exclamation properly as his entire face lit up red as a Christmas tree. The man was close and he was dangling him in the air without effort. It was literally the most manly thing he'd ever seen. "Y-yes SIR! Ummm....I can move about...ummm 15 meters per second is my closest guess. Don't think I could get any more precise. B-but *gulp* ....you sure are close Mr., a-and well *gulp* *mutters* very easy on the eyes too. Wow, it's no fair he get's to be such a stud! *end mutter* Az gives a shy smile as he turns his attention back to the tall no-longer-so-much-a-stranger he felt. "Right that's about the skinny of it, 15 meters per second. No more, no less....probably....!......!!......wow now that I'm up this high, I just noticed. You have really stunning eye's mister! I love them!" As he said this the specs in Az's eye's changed colors the right eye became pink like cupids bow and the left was yellow like the sun's laughter. Each colored spec sparkled in Azayllyn's emerald green eye's as if they had a life of their own.

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Hmm. How to cause the most pain for this small boy? He had an idea, but questioned if he was willing to go that far. The boy was pretty alright, speed-wise, but he still couldn't match up to Mihara in the slightest. Of course, at the boys age, he was ten times as good as the boy. What kind of weakling grew this slow? Tsk. He'd have to crush the boy emotionally too. That's how this would have to happen, otherwise he wasn't sure the boy would learn not to let this happen to him with strangers. Not to mention, the mention of this happening before, was odd. Not unheard of, but odd. He had an idea.

He placed the boy down and had an amusing experiment in his head.

"I'll make a deal with you. You can learn many a thing from me, if you can convince me to let you out. If you can't, I might just leave you to dry."

He was pondering just what the boy would say. There was many things the boy could say, but what would they choose? If they chose right, Mihara might just decide to have a bit more fun.

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Az really wanted to learn from the towering samurai man but he had no idea what he was supposed to say to convince him to let him go. He had always focused more on the physical side of training. This was the first anyway made him think of diplomacy. "Hmmm.....Oh I know! You value strength right? So if you let me out and I'll fight you one on one and show you how strong I am! I've been practicing my swordplay too!" Az beamed up at the man who still carried him aloft. Although he could be an airhead sometimes he generally had a good feel for what people would want, and/or need. And something told him the big samurai guy was the type who liked to be challenged. "And you don't have to worry about me! I've been learning medical ninjutsu! I might not be able to heal myself with it but I know how to tend my own injuries the old fashioned way!" "What do you say? Not afraid to take a little guy like me on right?" Az added in a little challenge to sweeten the deal. Even if he couldn't impress the samurai with his skills, if he could survive the fight just long enough to learn a thing or two from the samurai then he would have at least got a little training out of it. But he was hoping to impress the man enough that he would get much more training done. "What do you say?"

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A fight? Pfft. Did the boy not realize how outmatched he was? Although, that would be a good joke for what it's worth. He's had a theory for a technique that he had been pondering, however lately hadn't gotten the chance to test it. Sure, the chances of him getting captured weren't high, but one must have a plan of combat if he were. He would move, with swiftness, and untie the boys binds before he could likely see him and return to the front of the boy.

"I'll make a deal with you. If you can hit me, once, you'll win. Not to mention, I'll handicap myself. You're allowed to bind me with that rope in anyway you see fit."

What he didn't mention, is that no matter what happened, he'd win. Even if his legs were bound, he moved faster on his hands than the boy moved on his feet, he had to bet. He was going to thoroughly embarass this boy, as it was his goal. He wanted to prove, to the boy, that the boy was a useless boy in battle. Anyone with this amount of trust would lose in the ninja world, and even faster in the Samurai world.

Mihara, of course, had a terrible smile on his face. He was entirely confident in his ability to do all of what he spoke.

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Azayllyn wasn't foolish enough to turn down the samurai's handicap. He would have liked to face the man head-to-head without one but that would just be a foolish way to get beaten quicker. He needed to prove he had skills and the most important part of a battle was strategy and he had an idea he was hoping was just stupid enough to work. "Okay then mister, I'll tie you up now." Azayllyn would take the rope then go behind the samurai. He would take the samurai's left leg and heave it onto his shoulder so that if Az wasn't there the man would resemble a crane stance, then he would reach out and after a few grabs get ahold of the samurai's right arm, then his left and he would cross the arms together against the leg leaning his body against the samurai so that the man didn't fall over and crush him before he finished. Finally he would pull a sword from his belly and cut the rope in half. One half of the rope would be use to bind the samurai's hands with a few intricate knots the village hunters and fisherman had taught him and the second rope would bind the bound hands to the left leg that had been resting on his shoulders. He would use the entire length to ensure the leg was tightly bound to the arms so that the only unbound limb left would be the right leg he hadn't touched. Tired from the ministrations he would step from under the samurai where he should be left standing with the left leg still lifted crane style bound to the hands, with the hands bound in such a way that it would be very difficult to undo any of the knots using his hands. Wiping sweat from his brow he glanced over his handiwork quickly before holding the sword he created out on his tippy toes to the samurai. "Here you are if you put this in your mouth you can still fight. I hope I haven't taken to many liberties?" Az didn't think the ro[e would stop him for long but hopefully this way he would at least have a chance to show some real swordsmanship. He planned on making a sword for himself after giving the samurai the one he held out, and beginning when the man was ready.

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He watched as the boy went about doing his various knots, and in all fairness, they weren't terrible knots. Maybe this boy had some capability. He looked down at his body, his right leg the only thing left unbound. That was fine and dandy, he's fought like this before. Ishi had made sure of it. There was on time where he only had each of his limbs free, and he had to admit, the right leg being left wasn't the worst idea he's ever hear of. However, that just meant that he'd have to use some of that 'ol Mihara charm that he used to be known for. He hopped backwards, the grin growing ever larger.

"I don't need a blade to do this. If you can't hit me in... hmm. Five minutes? I'll probably leave. If you even get close, I might ponder training you."

What did this boy think? That he didn't learn how to fight, bound and captured? That was wrong. He wasn't sure that he'd get into this situation normally, but he had keen balance. His balance was keen enough that balancing like he was, wasn't a problem. All that was left, was for the boy to start.

"Either way, I'm totally staying at your place."

He hopped in place, very slowly, to get ready to dodge. If he hit the boy, even in this state, he'd likely injure the boy. So he wouldn't. He couldn't amuse himself with an injured shinobi.

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He knew now might not be the time to test out the experimental sword style he'd been working on but he couldn't help himself. He spread his feet wide and left his body open as he lifted his blade trying his best to get this seasoned fighter the perception that he was inexperienced and would leave himself completely open, but in reality he had trained himself in this the first stance in the new school of fighting he hoped to develop. What should actually happen was each open and weak spot was artificially made by himself with an inbred reaction should someone try to strike out. The difficult part about this was the more openings you created the more reactions you had to instill and so far Az had only managed to master three opening/reactions. Wide Stance, when attacked circles back to round house slash for direct attack and jumps back slightly and rushes forward for indirect attack. Defense hole in right elbow placement, sacrifices arm while left arm comes up with a newly created sword ready to strike down while distracted. Head down seemingly blocking view of upper body movements of opponent, when in actuality Az watches the core which gives him a tell tale estimate of the entire bodies movement. The problem with this first stance was that he still had three second intervals before the trained reactions kicked in and once one feint was done it took his mind and body seven seconds to readjust to the next attack. As he charged keeping a careful eye on the Samurai he dug his right heel into the ground making it easier to pivot from attack and recover from a missed blow faster, and finally attempted to slice upward against the samurai's belly, and if missed twirl around and dodge to the side pivot and lunge the samurai from the side. If missed again he would roll behind the Samurai and onto his feet, and all this is if the Samurai didn't already move to counter him and void most of his strategey.

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He watched the boy leave himself wide open, but he resisted the urge to attack. If he did, even in his current form, he might actually murder the child. That wasn't the goal here. The goal was to just dodge the boy. He saw the boy charge, moving almost in slow motion compared to most of the ninja that he had tussled with. That wasn't bad, it just made his mission a lot easier. Well, mission was a bad term to use here. Goal? Goal was a better term. His goal was to make Ninja suffer.

He waited until the boy got close to him, before hopping directly into the air; much higher than the boy or the sword. Once in the air, after spinning a few times, would attempt to land on the boys back or blade, before bouncing off said thing and landing with a roll into a one-leg stand. He had decided against breaking the ropes yet, as it was completely unneeded.

"You're providing a wonderful warmup, you know that? I could have taken you out, but that would've been boring."

There was a thick layer of displeasure upon the word of boring, easily seen by even the dullest.

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Az grabbed four daggers from his arm throwing them with force, one at each side the man could sidestep to and one above him all while charging forward again with the sword in one hand and the fourth dagger in the other where he would begin to dance with the blades in a practiced rhythmic strike pattern that changed to a completely new rhythm every third odd repeat in the pattern. Once the other three daggers hit or miss they would disappear in a flash hopefully distracting his opponent so the man wondered where they'd gone as Az would glide gracefully across the road he'd known so well from his years traversing it chasing the samurai with his patterned strikes of dagger and sword. (125 chakra used so far) Az stopped thinking and let his body take over as his body knew this dance better than his mind, and while the samurai had him dancing to his tune Az's mind wandered a bit.

~Flashback 2~:

As the memory faded to the background Az could feel his chakra churning inside him as his movement were renewed with more vigor. Faster. Stronger. Keep Going! These thought's raised through his mind as he dud down deep increasing his speed timing his strikes to bring out more strength and pushing himself farther then he'd ever pushed himself yet. "I...need....MORE.....!" He was slightly panting now and he kept pushing and kept pushing, he couldn't last much longer but for the rest of this fight he planned on giving 250% of himself!
"Not....yet!"

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He got bored as the daggers were thrown. He thrust his left leg down, instantly shattering the rope holding him. He kept him arm bindings though, as he effortlessly kicked each dagger away. Then the boy decided that a full frontal attack was the proper idea. It was an honorable bout. He liked this ninja. He fought with honor, and even in obvious failure, seemed to keep fighting. He could respect that, although the technique could use some work. The boy was obviously pushing himself over the limits of what he normally did, which amused him. That's how fights should've been. This is what's supposed to happen. However, he'd rather not have this honorable shinobi injure himself trying to do what he's doing.

He, in between the strikes, stepped backward before moving to the right and then forward. Once he had his back to the boy, he'd launch a spinning kick at of roughly 20 strength at the boys head, intending to only minor injuring him. He had fought other genin before, and this was the rough area of power he could hit them with without knocking them unconscious. Once he hit, he'd hop back and grin.

"While I could've just dodged those normally, I figured I shouldn't let this drag on too long."

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Azayllyn flew backward unable to even react to the sudden kick and as he was about to falll he let his body tuck into a natural roll. and slammed his sword into the ground, using it to support himself as he struugled to get up to his feet with no avail. he could feel a slight trickle of blood leaking from his right eye falling into it and half blinding him. His entire body heaved in and out as he took huge necessary gulps of air. He pulled another sword from his shoulder placing it on the other side of himself. pulling on both swords he almost manged to stand backup before both swords disappeared and he fell face forward still slightly panting as he forced himself to stay conscious and face the consequences of his failure. He would not let himself pass out so easily before the samurai. There was a fire burning deep in his eyes a mixture of passion and frustration as once again he remembered the goal he strove for with each waking breath. To be strong like this. "I.....not even.....none......Next.....time....I'll....keep....till..I'm..Stong..Enough..To..Win!" Azayllyn contines panting as he looks up fiercely at the Samurai. This expression is the one he wore when the villager's called him the Voice of Storm, it was proof that his blood was pumping, and even more proof he was being serious, but ever true to his nature there was a bitter-sweet smile on his face. Bitter with loss but sweet with the joy of a fierce battle. This was one of the feelings he enjoyed most, but one he didn't encounter often enough.

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"Comeon you idiot. Show me to your house and you can rest and I can eat all the food in your cupboards."

He would stand there, pondering. A younger Mihara would just, yknow, kill the boy. He felt he needed to do something more, perhaps eating all the boys food and maybe getting drunk later in the day. He wasn't entirely sure his plan. He was a solid 80% sure that he'd be out of the town by the time the sun rose in the morning. He might even be in another village by then. Probably not. He'll probably have passed out, drunk, somewhere. There were freedoms that Mihara took advantage of. Some of those freedoms revolved around him being dead and the lack of peoples knowledge around here of him. He was, once, a part of the Generation of Miracles. He was no longer, but that changed nothing.

He'd wait to see if the boy would fall on his ass, who just show him to his house like a normal human.

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"Heh....whatever you say bud!" Az would pull out a simple steel staff and with a powerful heave make it to his feet allowing the staff to disappear. He would sway dizzily on his feet for a second before forcing himself to stay balanced. The fire still hadn't left his eye's, and as soon as the samurai settled in he planned on going to train immediately. He intended on getting stronger for sure . But as he stood he would ignore his injury and exhausted body and exude confidence and his usual happy go lucky attitude. "Well, then Mr.Giant you'd better follow me,ha ha!" Then he'd be off in a dash. His home was near the outer south edge of the village. It wasn't far from the village gate but it was even closer to the training grounds, so it was perfect for Az. He had a pretty big banquet waiting at home he needed to heat up. He'd made it earlier that day out of boredom since he couldn't go training yet at the time. His left leg had been completely healed from a previous injury but the doctor made a fuss about absolutely waiting until noon that day before training and had posted two Jounin at his door to ensure he didn't leave before then. They were gone now but until this afternoon he had had no idea what he would do with all the food. There would also be wine, sake, and champagne in Azy's wine cabinet. His Dad's thought it was hilarious but his mom's weren't amused. They kept the cabinet locked and Az had never made any move to open it. He wasn't interested in drinking particularly. Az made it to his place in record time all the while putting on a front as if he felt completely fine now. He opened the door quickly leading the Samurai in. It was a very big house with a lot of space around. The kitchen was the biggest part of the place and there were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and the living room which had three futons to sit on. Despite the extra rooms and furniture he was the only residence in this place and he had very few decorations except pictures of all the villagers and himself at various stages of his life. There was also the dinning room with the dining table which was still laden with the banquet. "I'll go warm these now." He didn't need to rewarm everything as some of the food would be fine without it. But he moved very quickly with a practiced grace as he finished getting the banquet re-ready. "This should satisfy you, now I have a errand or two to run, he had to go train now, so I'll be back later today. The room spun as he turned for the door but he gritted his teeth and kept going heading towards the door, still wearing his apron.....

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