Ayanokouji: Defective Shinobi

Chapter 10: Preparation Part 1

Mother: How did your mission go?

Me: It went well. See?

Covered in bandages and cloth, I rested the executioner's blade right next to my mother's lap. 

Mother: Are you sure your alright, Kiyo? You already have an ongoing mission in regards to being a chunin. And your father keeps pestering you with more work. 

Me: You don't need to worry on my behalf, mother. I can handle it. In contrast, you should take care of yourself. You need to rest your eyes. The amount of experimentation he's doing to you now is unlike anything he's done before. 

She smiled. 

Mother: If I close my eyes, then how can I look at my son's handsome face? 

My mother was simply an angel. An angel trapped from the outside world. I will break her out of here, so she can feel the sun's fresh rays of light once again. 

It's only a matter of time. 

The door opened, as Tsukishiro entered. 

Tsukishiro: Your time is done, Kiyotaka. We have some more experimentations scheduled for your mother. You are to report to Master Ayanokouji immediately. 

Me: Yes, sir. 

Bowing, I said goodbye to my mother as I took the executioner blade with my right hand. 

I arrived to my father's study a couple minutes later, and placed the executioner's blade on his desk, bowing down. 

Me: The mission is complete. Wrapped in bandages, is the executioner blade. It was chipped during the battle, but I used my blood to replenish the edge. 

Father: Good work, my son. However, I heard something else happened during your mission. Did you meat with the Grim Reaper of the Mist?

Me: I did. I incapacitated him. 

Father: Well, he's alive. His body  was found at the base of the newly built bridge, where some of his fellow shinobi brought him back to their village. 

Me: I see. 

He sighed. 

Father: Son, I've told you multiple times now, that if you meet the Grim Reaper, you are to eliminate him and bring his body so we can get the detailed payment from the Bingo Book. He's worth millions. 

Me: I understand. 

*SLAP*

Father: Why do you spare him every time you clash blades? I don't remember raising you to be this weak. You're a masterpiece and perfect in all facets. As such, you are a perfect follower and listener. 

Me: My apologies, father. His death provided no advantage for myself or the mission. And you have the blade now. So if that's all, I need to return to my normal life as a genin before my clone dissipates. 

Turning around, I was about to leave his study when he threw the wrapped Executioner blade towards me. 

I caught it and looked up at his face. 

Father: That blade belongs to you, son. You never wanted any of my advanced weapons and shinobi tools since you always supply and make your own weaponry. However, being one of the legendary swords of the Mist, I knew you wouldn't pass up on potentially adding such an incredible sword to your arsenal, especially considering your love for greatswords.

Me: Thank you father. I'll use it when I can. 

Opening my book, I put a transfer jutsu on the executioner blade and placed it on a clean page, trapping the blade inside.