Those 6 days passed like water, it was really impressive how time move fast when you do not notice it while doing the thing that keep's you out of reality.
The clone technic i was trying to learn, was hella hard, i just can't seem to grasp how will i do with it. I mean, it eats a lot of chakra, even if i train 'til chakra exhaustion for 6 days straight, i saw no improvement.
Well a +5 minutes, but it was probably of me extending my chakra reserve.
Anyway, the last day was when my brother returned from what i guess his patrol on the hopefully not soon-to-be-a-battlefield, and we took our first picture. While i hated doing pictures, i guessed it was a special day because everyone is here and i passed the test to be a Shinobi of the clan, so we took it.
But the thing is that it was proposed to be done earlier that day, the day of my return to shinobi service so we took it with my usual shinobi outfit of the clan, much to the protest of mother.
Anyway, after that, i got with my team and returned to service. We got our sparring days, daily choirs, and small patrol around the clan that i knew like the back of my hands.
It lasted about a month of constant simple and boring missions, well set aside the sparring match. Anyway, today was a day that i expected to be like the other usual days. Sparing, choirs, patrol etc. But to our surprise, it was something else.
So we got to the agency like usual to get our missions, the only thing that was different was that this time, it was the Head of the Central Shinobi Agency himself that summoned us.
We entered the same room that looks like a bunker 'It is a bunker', and the same blond middle aged man sitting in front of us as well as the secretary on our left side.
We greeted each other, formalities included. While i am indeed the clan heir, it does not give me a choice but to be like others when in duty, even my own father can't do nothing against rules, equality, quality, and peace above everything else in the agency.
Anyway, we got our first mission outside of the compound area, and here i thought that i do not have the right to go away from the compound for more than 20km until i had at least 6 months of experience in the agency, but it seems to be false.
My team and I brought the subject, but the men just looked at us with indifference and said that we are already ready, my two teammates were already above the 6 months minimum, and i can gain experience thought that with two seniors.
Another thing is, i heard Inu brought up that we needed at least our Taicho to do that kind of high risk mission, while he just shrugged it off and said that they needed all the shinobi and kunoichi available to patrol the large extend of the border and the compound. Much to the questioning of Inu of why the patrol were that frequent, did not get a proper answer, i guess they didn't know.
So we took off, but before we left the agency, the middle aged men said that for every big mission, we needed a communication device, who worked for about 100 km around the compound.
It was a black box (WW2 communication device of the deployed troupes who in case they needed it for backup or support, but with some modern capabilities), backpack sized, with a specified channel to call the agency in case something happened. They all said that i, who was the green men of the team, needed to carry the device.
And here we are now, leaving the compound, moving north on our way to the sector of the our supposed patrol area, at least 50km from the compound, the farthest i've been out of the compound, i was on high alert, on which Kuma said.
"Damn Yurei, stop being paranoid, it's just a patrol mission, nothing more, nothing less. I don't wand to imagine what will happen to you if you were really in a spy mission or anything like that." He said while we were hopping through the trees to our designated patrol area.
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