Chapter 2
She graduates three hours before the sunsets, before the sun kisses the bloody waves goodnight and the moon hovers in delighted salutations; its a day just like every other day only this ones unique because it marks the end of her villiage offered training resources, well that and the fact that she and all graduates staying at the academy barracks are being moved to the genin barracks. The air still tastes like salt and copper but then again the perpetual mist always does anyway over the fogged chain of islands that is water County off the coast far deep from the mainland; its cool but then again the residual chill is always seemingly wet and cold.
Today is the day Kaiyo meets her genin instructor; the day before at the end of required routine they were given funnily enough the shiny headband along with a second serial number to identity themselves with to memorize; apparently it would mean a series of somethings like a code individually to the intelligence division of kiri or whatver later uniquely as she potentially rose higher in the mist ranks.
Today meeting her instructor is going to have to be one of the most important days of her small insignificant (currently) life because if for some reason the instructor doesn't like her then after six weeks of regular training they can cut her loose and while she'd still be due to complete the required missions and or fill conscriptions as gate and wall post guard every now and again as the hush hush Civil War was beginning to flare through all the inner discrimination and bloodline clauses and fear of clan born ninja; supposedly later there might be potential for ordered purges of bloodlines as some are already being regularly executed for unique and rather sickening features even if that is what Kiri was aiming to produce.
Talk about a demonizing double standard, you ethir are or your not and if you are your liable to be persecuted and if your not your the lower class and your future is more likely to be a cannon-fodder killed like a sick starving dog on the street and or set as a convenient meat shield for for the nepotistic high class with the right pedigree.
Her instructor's name is Tamayo Gon, an older and rather seasoned vicious jonin; apparently he was one of the many feild commanders of the third war and a very successful and famous bloody commander in himself; he was known with even a nickname on the other sides but his most popular one was the Wet Red Wraith known most for terrorizing the battlefield he stood commanding on with rather unique and torturous strategies against enemy's and the blood that seemed perpetually stained in his flack jacket armor, his skin, and even his hair during the times. His expertise involving twin swordmenship and genjutsu at the same time with the slightest bit of elemental infusion into the blades and even his own body like a wreath really made him a sight terrible to see atleast to enemies. Then again he was just one of the many War Legends on the field of battle with every Other Nation in competition and as he got older and after his death canonicaly he was forgotten as is only natural being an extinct threat.
Tamayo is standing straight at attention holding his blade Aloft with a thick Rag and oil in his other hand caring and shining it while also sharpening it at the same time, it's surprisingly unassuming for a shinobi of his caliber.
Around about an hour after her arrival, in the Dead Silence of the darkening day Tamayo finally speaks in a rumbling tone like distant thunder.
" There are those of you here today that will be forgotten, some of you by the end of the day today may even end up dead; it is not my job to cuddle you it is my job to train you potentially if you are a square and take the punishment that is my polishing"
He clicks his tounge, " what you may not understand children, is that even with the blood on your hand and even with the fat of your cheeks if you have that you are no longer children anymore but Wards of the state and soldiers under my command like those that stood and died under my orders nine long leather nostalgic years ago."
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"If I tell you to jump then you shall jump and you won't ask how high but you'll jump as high as you possibly can do anyway, if I tell you to run then you'll run yourself ragged to the point where you can't run anymore because your legs won't hold you, if I tell you to drop and show me your strength then you'll do your exercises until I tell you that is your end because there will be No Limits until I tell you your limit are you physically give out on me"
"There will be no I'm sorry I can't do it, there will be no acceptances tears crying or groveling because frankly that is pathetic and there is no room for sympathy here as a soldier of the Mist oh, what you're here for is to bleed and die under orders and that is what you going to do and survive to do until you simply can't.
I will tell you now and I only tell you this now unbiasedly because you poor sons and daughters of bitches will wish for it is to have good fucking luck."
... And so it begins.
To say it in the sweetest possible explanation, Training fucking sucks but atleast Kaiyo learns alot of somethings.
Because of Kaiyos prior conditioning and then extra training she put herself though after anyway its the least bit easier for her then all her age groups peers not that it gets her eleven year old ass from being forced in a bloody ring with live steel against men and women twice her age and still fighting. Its a pit fight thats what it is and it gets worse before it ever gets better and even then its a nightmare.
From blade training, to ninjutsu, to even minor first aid and then after just because medical ninjutsu because that information would be a life savor in any situation that involves fighting shit.
She grows and from ignorant green genin she becomes a seasoned for her age genin sent regularly into training if she's not on of day gate parol and manning duty with the rest of the genin or rather cannon fodder corps.