A flower by the flame (Self Insert)

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Escorting started off quiet due to the wagon of sleeping merchants. It was only when the son wok up did she start hating the world. Kialera who stood beside me sensed my distress over the situation and stayed by my side. Takamaru, who I now know the name of now, leaned over my side of the wagon. "So, you're the oldest one right?"

"Indeed I am."

He leaned further, reaching for my hood. Itama jumped in front of me and grabbed his wrist while I brought the blade of my kodachi to his neck. "You can't kill me small thing." The fact that he referred to one of my boys as a thing really shoved me the wrong way. I don't like being shoved in any way. Karado revealed his ninja wolverine claw gauntlet, hand, glove thing. It looked rather steampunk but I remember seeing that type of weapon in a ninja game I played.... An otome game with ninjas in it... I liked romance alright? Sue me! Those stories are beautiful!

Anyway, Itama didn't have an identifying weapon choice yet. Karado had the gauntlet, Yatoka had his sickle, Kawa took up archery, and both of the little ones have stuck with swords. "We are trained to kill. If you were not our client and you made this move on me, you would find yourself dead in one second. There are three of us.... Think over that." Takamaru swallowed, his throat bobbing up and down. I got a small bit of satisfaction when my blade cut him by that small movement. Was that a bit dark? Well it was bound to happen sometime. One can't keep their thoughts pure forever, especially when with the mentality of an adult.

When the hell do I start getting taller? I'm tired of being underestimated. The whole day went without incident after that attempt. We were setting up traps around the campsite when an idea came to me. I remember the episodes featuring Kazuya's story. Maybe, I can start passing on the story of the beginning to hopefully push away some false tails Zetsu may or may not have spread through people. If I perfect the trade of storytelling, the Senju and Uchiha might get hooked on the story to the point they will second guess their so called shinobi 'culture'.

The family looked bored so might as well. I walk over to their fire and nod my head. "Would you three care for some entertainment of the theatrical kind?" I made sure to specify in case the son got his tendencies from his father. Seriously. Takamaru looks like he just turned twenty while I haven't even hit the teens. The wife smiles gently at me if not a bit sympathetic. Poor woman is just an attractive accessory by day and pleasure tool by night. And that is exactly what happens going by the lecherous vibe I get. I hate this time period.

"I doubt I child can entertain us in such away. But do go ahead and make a fool of yourself." Grrrr.

I preform a quick solid henge on my body to make sure is looked male before taking off my cloak, bells jingling from the breeze I created. "Then I shall start with the origin of all energy we call chakra. We lose chakra, we lose energy. But there was a time where there was no such thing." I take out my fan and snap it closed while casting a genjutsu of my memory of the episode. "A star was falling from the moonless night sky. It lands, causing a fissure in the earth." I snap my fan again as the image changes to three pictures. On with a brighter star, the next a defending orb, and the third of the illuminated form of Kaguya standing in front of the human soldiers.

"The humans took her to their emperor but she erased their memories of their first meeting so they gave her a room and a servant named Aino. The two woman befriended each other later on. Kaguya, she of the beginning, would stare at the numerous stars. No one knew why. The emperor, Tengi, approached the young woman one night and asked if she was waiting for someone?" The scene changes again. "She never answered that question. But when Tenji asked of what she desired, she answered with peace."

By their expressions on their faces and the silence by my companions who decided to come listen, I knew they were hooked. "Nobody tells stories about this. Not since the sage or the beginning of weaponized ninshu. All was forgotten as war broke out between families. It's late so I must end the story here." I smirk at the disappointed look Takamaru and his mother had. When I go back to my knapsack, Itama tugged at my sleeve. "Yes?"