Chapter 2
Minato led us to a training ground. This was going to be a fucking disaster.
“Let’s see your stances.” He began.
Obito and I sank into our taijutsu stances. He was using his clan’s style.
“Alright, alright. Shion-chan, you’ve got a good stance for Academy taijutsu, but we’re going to need to add some variation. Obito-kun, you need to keep your left foot in line with your body more.”
Obito shifted his foot obligingly.
“I assume you don’t have the Sharingan awakened yet?”
“No, sir.” He confirmed.
“Show me your fire jutsus.”
As Minato ran Obito through his jutsus, I leaned against a tree. Fucking typical. The kid from a big clan gets the attention.
Kakashi stared at me. I ignored him.
“Hey, you.” He finally said.
“Th’ fuck d’ya want?”
“You smell like a bird.”
“That supposed t’ be a fuckin’ compliment?” Inside I was laughing. Of course I did, I spent a significant amount of time as one!
“You swear a lot.” He observed.
“Is there a point anywhere in there or am I gonna have t’ listen t’ you babble all day?” I sniped.
“Sensei will be done with the Uchiha soon. Then it’s your turn.”
I snorted. “Right. He’s jus’ like the rest, favors th’ kid from a big clan over th’ kid from a clan o’ two people. If ya want me t’ believe that he’ll actually fuckin’ care ‘bout my ass, you’ve got another think comin’!”
I’d said that rather loudly, hadn’t I? Fuck. But from my memories, it was Obito and Kakashi who were trained, I never saw Rin get any damn training, barely saw her at all.
I heard Obito say something, and Minato respond. Then they came over to me.
“Shion-chan!” Obito called. “Your turn!”
Great, a token gesture to pretend we were fucking equals.
“Obito, don’ let Kakashi provoke you.” I told him, then followed Minato across the training grounds.
“So, you know the Academy Three, obviously, but do you know any other jutsus?”
I shrugged. “I can use chakra scalpels and a bit of healing jutsu, but that’s it.” Inori-sensei had taught me the basics.
“Chakra scalpels, huh? Here, show me on this tree.”
I cut a line into the tree, then let the scalpel fizzle out. “Ya know, ya don’ have t’ pretend t’ care.”
“I’m sorry?” He had the gall to look taken aback by that, like he didn’t know what I fucking meant.
“C’mon, we all know ya only took me t’ round out yer fuckin’ team. If ‘twere up t’ ya, ya’d take jus’ Obito an’ Hatake. ‘M incidental. So stop pretendin’ that ya actually fuckin’ give a damn ‘bout me, ‘cause I know ya don’.” I glared at the Hokage-in-training.
“What on earth are you talking about? You’re not just baggage!”
“Sensei, she’s not gonna believe you.” Kakashi called out. “I know her type.”
“Ya don’ know shit ‘bout me, Hatake!” I snarled. His self-righteous attitude was getting on my last nerve. It seemed that Obito agreed with me, because he was glaring fit to kill.
“Now, now, settle down.” Minato raised his hands in a calming gesture. “I can’t teach if you’re all fighting.”
I raised an eyebrow. He was planning on teaching us something already?
He vanished and reappeared with two live rabbits, one under each arm. Obito ‘awww’ed.
I wondered what the catch was.
“Did they ever teach you two how to clean an animal?”
And there it fucking was. We were gonna have to kill the poor things.
Obito looked confused. “Yes, sensei.”
He handed me a bunny. “I want you two to kill and clean these animals.”
I let the bunny sit in my lap and stroked it to lull it into compliance, then took a kunai and stabbed it through the head. “Sorry.” I told it.
Obito was having more trouble, I noted. He kept looking at the rabbit and lowering his kunai.
“Don’ look it in th’ eyes.” I offered a piece of advice as I cleaned my rabbit’s corpse.
He closed his eyes and stabbed it in the neck, grimacing.
Minato showed me the hand seals for a simple fire-starting jutsu. “Now cook them.”
I made the seals and spat an ember into a pile of dry twigs. I spitted the cleaned corpse on a long stick and held it over the fire.
It cooked as I watched over it. It smelled damn good, too. When it was ready, I removed it from the fire and looked for water to douse the blaze.
Minato made a few hand seals and spat water onto my fire. “There you go.”
From there, we settled in to eat what we’d killed.