A New Story

Learn To Be Stronger:

After his mission to bring back the scroll fake Kabuto stole, Argies returned home finding it hard to rest. For the first time since his guardian's disappearance, he struggled to fall asleep; now feeling the absence of his Aunt and Uncle more than ever, in the Leaf Village all alone. An Unsettling empty worry settled in to replace the renewed loss, the sharp edge of his guardians' capture and the suspicions Kabuto cast; was he safe? Were his Aunt and Uncle spies, he was undecided, and now he feared what others thought too. Was this spy who faked his appearance to look like Kabuto expressing what was written about him in his ninja files, what the Leaf thought, what his comrades felt. Another thought occurred to him to, now that he knows his Guardians are captured... what will he do?

His struggle to rest abandoned, he gets up and parts himself from sleep to look through the scroll his guardians left him. Mesmerised, he finds himself looking through the script at random, searching for no particular subdivision but instead far off in his thoughts. It surprises him that the scroll in his hands contains the secrets of his village, secrets of how almost every jutsu works. His surprise is born from the fact that his guardians trusted him with such a thing. The same scroll his Aunt wrote into whenever they encountered a new jutsu in the forest of death, it was now in his hands.

Again Argies waits for day to pass into night before summoning Kinjo, gathering his thoughts as to not upset or displease the summons. Argies main concern is that his guardians truly are spies from the Mist and that his standing in the Leaf was unclear... friend or foe.

...

I struck my hand to the ground and the summoning Fuuinjutsu spread out over the hovels of the earthy soil and grass.

"Young Argies" Kinjo greeted, but before the summons could continue I interjected my concerns.

"Are they spies Kinjo?" I instinctively looked away from the glare Kinjo shot, I looked to the Forest of Death around me coercing the cold out of my bare shoulder trying to forget the loneliness, and then I looked back. "I wanted to... I needed to ask this last time but I was charmed by your words and in fear for my guardians on hearing the situation, but now. Now I fear for myself Kinjo. Am I an orphan of war, a child left behind before the infiltration unit could be discovered? Should I be worry for my safety?"

"Meow Meow" Kinjo looked around and about, I suspect fearing what it thought could be a trap, before staring me down in answer. "Has your mind gone so weak that parasites bore in and riddled your head with so many holes that your sense has poured out?" The summons licked at its curled foot and brushed away at the fur around its face, an act of relaxed bafflement but I remained with my arms folded waiting for my answer. "Let me tell you of Anisue and Reno's participation during the tournament, and my mission over the course of your match. Perhaps that will explain where your loyalties should stand."

"Meow, where to start..." While Kinjo thought back for a beginning, I sat down on the rock my guardians had me stand on during my Drifting mist training, here in the Forest of Death where I learnt so much about my people, my gentle breeze and where I sparred that short time with my guardians when they were sealed away from their power. The waterfall nearby emanating a cold into the air as a haze of water lifted from the crashing down pour, coming to calm the cold it held in it to the cold I held in me.

"The preliminary tournament of the Chunin exam," Kinjo had finally found a beginning, my summons lifting its head to the reminiscence "Do you remember it Argies?" I inclined my head that I did but said nothing. "The prompter recognised that I was attached to you, that a summons was in place, that your power was unnaturally amplified putting your adversary at any 'unfair' disadvantage" Kinjo twisted demon lips into a smile in the absurdity of what could be called unfair when playing Shinobi games. I thought back to the event.