I'm a Jashinist, So what?

Chapter 5: The base

~Third Person's POV~

"I will attend to my paperwork. Kisame, I recommend not doing that to our food supply." Pein suggested in a stern tone yet to Kisame it was more of an order.

"Yes sir..." He let out in a sulky tone. The leader left the swordsman's bedroom and to his office, Konan following in suit. Everyone else dispersed from the room, never looking at Kisame the same way again. Break remained looking down at the miserable man, sighing.

To her it was, the fact that an old man was moping in front of her: she wasn't sure if she should feel proud of it or cringe that a man was sulking because of a pitiful thing as his 'hobby.' Nevertheless, she wanted him to stop.

But even if she wanted to scream 'Shut the f*ck up.' She knew that there was a chance that the swordsman would try and kill and she would have to fight back in defense. That would trouble her and the leader so she could only resort to making amends. Break let out a sigh through her nose.

"Hey man, sorry about that." She apologized, kneeling down to the still picking gloom-shrooms shark. Despite his age, he acted like a pouty child. Something slithered behind the Jashinist. She jumped back, "Holy f*ck, what the hell is that?!" She cried, pointing at a purple being comprised of many spikes sticking outwards with a mouth, swaying it's tongue from side to side. 'Should I even be surprised anymore?' Break thought. 

"Samehada, they know..." He spoke to the sword as if it was a human being as he went to hug it. He acted as if Break wasn't even there. His sword made it's way to Kisame. 'A group of killer? Sure they are, leader...' She thought sarcastically.

"Look, how about we start over. As you already know, I'm Break." Outstretching a hand just like the shark did before. Kisame didn't respond, much to Break's annoyance. "Come on, you can't stay sulky forever." She said in a joking manner. He let out a huff.

"Fine. I'm Kisame." He mumbled groggily, slowly reaching his hand to hers. Only then did he notice small she was, her hand was half the size of his and she was only just above a metre tall which was still small for a nine year old. She smirked.

"Anyways, I'm going to get some food. And I don't think I'm gonna have some fish." She teased as she walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

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As she bit into the bright red apple, she walked around the base from the kitchen. It was so complex, there were so many turns and twist to get to one room. Where everyone sleeps was so far from the office and the living room seemed to be under Pein's study, the kitchen was above the office but closer to the bedrooms and the bathrooms were under the them. To think that this was only one of the bases.  

As she walked, trying to memorise the place. She saw another path between the one leading to the office/bedrooms and the living room. It was stretched to the opposite way. If she was going to live, she might as well explore every bit of the place.

Torches lined the hallway, giving the grey rocks an orange glare. In the distance, she could see I could see an opening. Break smirked. A few chopped up trunks were scattered around the place, random ninja targets ranged from all around the field. This must be the training field. 

"Just what I need." She mumbled under her breath. She couldn't train in the open or it would have cause too much suspicion. Her smirk instantly fell. She swerved her eyes to her left. "I know you're there. There is no need to hide yourself." She stated out loud.

"So you're a sensory type?" A light-hearted voice called out. The rock wall began to ripple as if it was turning into mush. What looked like a Venus fly trap emerged from the soft rock as if it was a part of it.