CH_8.32 (297)

CH_8.32 (297)

At six in the morning, Takuma and Maruboshi stood in front of the house. Takuma was dressed in the standard shinobi gear with a slightly chunkier backpack full of the things he would need for the two-week assessment. Seeing that they didn't know anything about the assessment, they built a survival kit that would at least keep him dry and fed.

"How are you feeling?" asked Maruboshi.

"Good, refreshed," Takuma answered, rolling his shoulders. "The nervousness will hit full force when I get there." It had been like that since his school days. He would be fine until the final moment when the teacher distributed the test sheets and the restlessness and worry would raise their head.

"Remember to pay attention to your surroundings, and nothing is more important than keeping yourself safe. I do not know what they might throw at you; I doubt it will be easy," said Maruboshi.

Takuma nodded. He wasn't in the mood for difficult things and wanted to gradually ramp up his training until he returned to his pre-Yu state of routine. So, even though he wanted to perform well, he wasn't excited about it.

"I haven't said this enough, but I'm grateful that you let me stay for so long. I know I would've been a very different person without your kindness." Takuma bowed until his torso was parallel to the ground. He didn't think he would've been able to recover as much as he did without Maruboshi. "After I return, I'll collect my belongings and move to Ai's house while I look for a new place."

Not only had Maruboshi lived for a very long time, but he also enjoyed spending time in the great outdoors—foraging, hunting, fishing, and cooking his catch outside in his garden—a lifestyle Takuma disrupted with his arrival.He wanted Maruboshi to return to his life, and leaving would allow him to do that.

"I would not mind if you continue to live with me. I have come to enjoy the company," said Maruboshi.

Takuma stood up from his bow, surprised.

"Of course, I will charge rent, and you will have to share housekeeping duties, but if you do not mind having an old man like myself as a housemate, then I do not mind if we extend our current living situation."

Takuma's lower lip quivered briefly, and he bowed his head to hide it. He felt an overwhelming feeling wash over him, making him take a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, looking back up. "I will think about it and give you my answer when I return."

"Focus on the tasks they give you," said Maruboshi with a smile. "Now, get out of here. It wouldn’t do to turn up late now, would it."

"I'll be off," Takuma said before walking out of the property with a warmth bubbling in his heart.

———

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The meeting location provided in the scroll was one of the training fields reserved for high-level chunin and jonin. Takuma almost salivated as he entered the field because not only was it large and impeccably maintained, but it was also attached to a training facility with specialised equipment for targeted training.

There were other training facilities open to genin, but they weren't as good and were always overbooked. Takuma had used one while training his hearing for the Hidden Mist Jutsu, but from what he knew, this training facility was a state-of-the-art location. He could’ve accessed it through the Police Force, but he was so busy that he never had the time to make it happen.

He spotted a shinobi standing in the middle of the field who waved when he saw him.

"Welcome, Genin Takuma. I'm glad that you're on time. You have a busy day ahead of you, so let's waste no time and get started," the shinobi said with a polite smile. He took out a small scroll from his person and tossed it to Takuma. "In that scroll, you will find a set of clothes along with weaponry and some other supplies. Please remove everything you brought and equip the contents of the scroll."

"Is that necessary?" asked Takuma, pursing his lips.

"It's mandatory."

One by one, the masked candidates approached an unmasked kunoichi dressed in standard Leaf gear standing behind the serving counter attached to a small kitchen. Just like the receptionists he had met during his visit to the headquarters and the shinobi he met in the training field, she was an ANBU employee.

"Hello, welcome to the ANBU assessments," the kunoichi addressed Takuma with a polite smile when it was his turn to step up the counter. "While there is no rule barring you from revealing your identities during the assessment process to other candidates, we are allocating a number to everyone to use as identification. You will be here on addressed as Number #13." She took out a key from a drawer with the number thirteen written on the green tab. "For now, please head to the room marked with the number thirteen and wait for further instructions... Do you have any questions?"

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.

"Excellent," the kunoichi smiled.

Takuma took the stairs to get up to his room. On the base of the stairs, a masked ANBU-nin was sitting on a stool with his hood pulled up. He was still like a statue and had an intense vibe that said not to talk to him.

As Takuma passed by, his eye was drawn to the number of gem-encrusted gold rings on the man's freshly manicured fingers; they looked absurdly expensive and, in his opinion, gaudy. He wasn't against jewellery and thought about getting a piercing and a chain someday to wear off duty—but he preferred a more subtle style.

As he climbed the first step, Takuma raised his right arm and weaved a simple hand seal to disrupt the chakra inside him to shatter the genjutsu cast over him by the ANBU-nin. It was a decently strong genjutsu, but it was piss and shit when compared to what Mikoto used on him to build up his genjutsu recognition. Despite having the ability where he was passively able to see through genjutsu eventually, Mikoto ignored it and taught him how to recognise and break genjutsu properly.

As his skill with genjutsu—casting and breaking—rose, his passive ability had only become much stronger. He had reached a level where he could see through low-level genjutsu from the moment they were cast. For stronger genjutsu, he was able to see through them faster.

If he had to estimate, it would've taken three more seconds before his ability would've seen through the ANBU-nin's genjutsu. It was always a confidence booster when he was able to sense and break a genjutsu before his ability kicked in—which didn't happen a lot when his opponent was Mikoto, who admitted (shamelessly bragged) that it was difficult for someone on her level to cast weak genjutsu.

Takuma arrived at room number thirteen and saw two doors facing each other. One had a big red cross, while the other had a green check mark painted roughly on it. He guessed that the genjutsu made it seem like the room with the red X-cross was the correct one. The test was most probably to see if the candidates could break through the jutsu.

As he slotted his key into the correct lock, a door a few rooms over opened, and a tall and slender man with long hair that reached his lower back stepped out of a room with the red X-cross. The man wore a balaclava, but his frown was visible through the eye-opening.

Their eyes met, and the man looked flustered at being seen getting caught in the genjutsu. Takuma simply nodded to the man and entered his room without waiting for a reply.

When Takuma entered the room, he froze at the sight of the interior.

The rooms of the wall were painted into colours—white on the upper half and light green on the lower half—it was a familiar paint job because it was used at his house. Whoever had painted had gone through the trouble to fade and wear out the paint job, so it looked old, just like in his home that hadn't been painted in years.

Then his eye fell to the wall on the left where a large cork board hung with blank paper sheets pinned all over it... just like how he had it in his living room.

And finally, there was a simple metal sheet table and a cheap plastic chair in the middle of the room. It didn't match his furniture, but Takuma wasn't thinking about it because there was a leaf-themed hard front mask sitting on the tabletop—just like the one he wore when he fought in the Ring as Scars.

It wasn't subtle.

By setting up the room, they were making a statement—that they knew about him... that they knew him.



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