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The conversation with Kanbe was still fresh in her mind. She hadn't even gotten the chance to tell him why she chose to be this way. The young girl held her hands in front of her face, moving them slowly back and forth as if she were playing with the sands of a beach. The seafoam washed over her mind, but all that was there was heat and sand. Heat and sand. Heat and sand. That's all that Sunagakure ever had. Heat and sand.

She held her knees pulled up to her chest, curled against the side of a building. She was alone, as usual. It always seemed she was either shadowed by the ANBU or alone, there was never anyone who wanted to be around her. She shook her head free of those thoughts. There was no time for things like that. Time.

"What does time even mean anymore?" She whispered. Her mask was pulled down, exposing her pale lips to the sun. A seal formula showed on her chin. She sighed deeply before rolling her head to the side. Her finger traced unseen pictures in the sand at her feet. It was then that she noticed a set of sandals. A set of sandals with socks. Ty Lee looked up to see the person she had met just hour previously. That dork, Shingen, the one supposedly elected to be her sensei.

"Sensei?" She questioned, unsure why he was there in the first place. She pulled her knees up higher, tucking her chin away. "Did the Kazekage send you to keep an eye on me too?" She mused, almost defeated in tone.

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An uneasy feeling had gathered over Shingen after having parted ways with his sensei and disciples. He had picked up a mission, but by the time he had reached the village gates, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something. He reflected on the events that had transpired during that day, eventually letting his mind settle on the heated discussion between Ty Lee and Kanbe that the jounin had interrupted. There likely was not a scenario in which the two genin were happy with the outcome of their discussion. In-fact, he feared that one of them might be hurt. He had the feeling that Kanbe would be okay. Of the two of them, he was definitely the most "normal".

However, Ty Lee was part of a clan that was shrouded in superstition, and looked upon with uncertainty by others in the village. After having read her dossier at the Sandcastle, Shingen could further understand her situation. Ty Lee was a Jashinist, and was monitored almost constantly as a result. For that, she had his sympathy. For a very long time, Shingen was subject to the exact same kind of burdensome "love" that Kyousuke expressed towards a select few in the village. It was at this point that Shingen stopped and turned away from the gates, heading back into the village, setting off to find his female charge.

He couldn't, in good consciousness, leave without speaking to her first. If she were anything like he was, she would be hurt. While her beliefs were certainly unconventional, problematic, and distasteful, it couldn't do her emotional state any good to have them to haphazardly thrown back in her face by Kanbe. If Shingen were to lead this team, it was going to be his responsibility to take care of these genin, both during missions and outside of them. They were to be like family to him.

Eventually, the jounin discovered the young girl, leaning against a wall, cloaked in an almost visible aura of self-loathing and despair. Glancing around, Shingen spotted a masked figure resting on the roof of a building a fair distance away. The jounin's eyes narrowed slightly. He was all too familiar with the pitiless eyes of the masked figures. Sliding his weights out of his socks and taking them off his feet, he placed them gently on the sand-dusted road. A few nimble footfalls, faster than the masked man could see, Shingen was already behind him. The Blue Tiger placed a hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to immediately turn and place his hand on his tanto.

"Let's not do anything hasty, senpai," Shingen advised, pulling the black-and-white bird mask off of the ANBU. Was it a crow? Perhaps a raven? The jounin wasn't too sure. Either way, its removal revealed the grizzled face of a veteran kunoichi, her cold and judging eyes staring him down. "If you don't leave right now and give me some time in private with my genin, we're going to come to blows," the Blue Tiger warned. "And you know that my sensei wouldn't take well to any harm befalling his jinchuuriki. That's if you could even win, of course." Shingen wasn't particularly sure what, exactly, a jinchuuriki was, but he knew it had something to do with the voice in his head. It was the condition that caused him to be under the same surveillance in the past that Ty Lee experienced now. Regardless of what exactly a jinchuuriki was, he knew it was important, and that the ANBU probably wouldn't risk crossing him, or Kyousuke, as a result. After a moment of thinking, the ANBU gave a curt nod, and disappeared without a trace.

Shingen cast a short look over the area, so as to ensure there weren't any other unwanted spectators, before doing the same. In a series of quick steps, he, too, had disappeared, returning to his weights on the sandy road. He carried the ANBU's mask with him, and after re-securing his weights to his feet, he trudged along the road towards Ty Lee, who turned her gaze towards him, inquiring as to if he was here to watch her. "Nope," he answered, casually popping the consonant at the end of the word. "Sensei didn't send me. I came to find you because I was worried that you might still be upset after your conversation with Kanbe-bo today."

Twirling the bird mask in his hand, Shingen offered it to Ty Lee. It was a simple gesture, but it carried with it the implication that they were no longer being watched. Plus, she might find some kind of pleasure in having the mask of one of her would-be supervisors. "I'll talk to sensei - the Kazekage - about this whole spying ordeal. No one should have their privacy invaded like this."

Assuming she took the mask, Shingen twiddled his thumbs together, before eventually turning and sitting against the wall beside his genin. "So, how are you feeling?"


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PostPosted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 3:03 am 
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The girl looked up at the sudden pop of a response. Her eyes burned with distrust. He was just another dog of the Kage, the same as her, the same as the ANBU who followed her. He was there just to monitor her, to keep her in line, to- She noticed the mask he held in his hands. That familiar carved effigy that had followed her for as long as she could remember. Her distrust faded momentarily, replaced with confusion. She reached out slowly and grabbed the gift, her eyes glued to it as if in a trance. She turned it over and over in her fingers, testing if it were real or some clone technique. She looked up at her sensei and the slightest turn of the edges of her lips slipped past her up at him. "Thank you."

Shingen's next few words left her momentarily breathless. There was no way, right? He couldn't be serious. Would she really be free of those constant watching eyes? The silent judging that loomed over her like the only rain cloud in the desert had managed to secure itself tightly around her throat. The edges of her lips turned up more but she didn't say anything. It was better to not get her hopes up, she had learned. It didn't hurt as much when things didn't pan out.

Her sensei, the dork who wore socks and sandals, the guy who seemingly cared about her enough to talk to his own sensei for her, sat next to the girl. He asked a simple question, but those always seemed to be the hardest to answer.

"I'm..." Her grip on the mask tightened and she turned to look her sensei in the eyes. "Do you think I'm a monster? I didn't even get to tell Kanbe everything. I told him something about me, and he shut me out. He looked at me with the same eyes that the ANBU look at me with." She let the mask fall to the ground, watching it roll at her feet for a moment before it came clattering to a halt.

"How much do you know?"

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PostPosted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 4:22 am 
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It didn't take even a moment before Shingen responded to Ty Lee's question in the negative. Shaking his head vigorously from side to side, he spoke, his voice filled with an amount of seriousness that was quite unbecoming of the blonde jounin. "Absolutely not." His voice was firm, as if brokering no room for any further argument on the subject. "I know a real monster, Ty Lee, and you're nothing like her. The fact that you're worried that you might be a monster shows that you aren't one," His speech was more formal here, dropping the childish suffix from Ty Lee's name, and referring to himself using 'watashi' rather than 'boku'.

There was a moment of silence that hung in the air when Ty Lee questioned how much Shingen knew. He pondered exactly how to answer. If he said "everything", then it might scare her. He might appear just like the ANBU who watched over her, who read about her from a dossier with a cold indifference. However, Shingen kept a straight course, opting to speak the truth, and hoping the gift of the ANBU's mask would be enough to convince her of his sincerity. "Everything," he answered. "Once you were assigned to me, I had clearance to read through your files. Jashin, huh? That's some pretty serious stuff," he commented, turning his blue eyes to look directly at Ty Lee, instead of staring at the street infront of them.

The girl beside him didn't seem like a murderer, but it couldn't be denied that she had killed for her god. Had she killed the innocent? Certainly, it seemed to her that she had not. To Kanbe, it would seem that she had. Shingen couldn't be sure. After his own experiences of having been judged before he had even been met, he was hesitant to cast judgements upon Ty Lee. Had she killed other murders to slake the bloodlust of her god? Had she killed the fisherman and the cheesemonger, who had done no wrong? If Jashin was a real god, and the only god, then did any of it matter?

Such philosophical things weren't Shingen's forte. However, what he did know for sure was that no-one was above redemption, and that the girl before him was both scared and nervous. She wasn't a cold hard killer, with no feelings or remorse in her. Even if he assumed the worst, and that she did kill innocents, she clearly wasn't a monster. There were shreds of humanity in her. She was afraid of being alone, and that was a feeling that Shingen knew all-too-well. Perhaps that is why he felt so much sympathy for her, despite what Ty Lee may or may not have done. It only encouraged him all the more to help her, if he was able.

"I don't know what crimes you have or haven't committed, if that's what you mean. That wasn't in your shinobi file that I read. That just contains your shinobi skills, such as Jashin-induced immortality, and a brief description of what that means." Letting out a loud sigh, Shingen scratched the back of his head, reaching out with his free hand to pick up the mask that had clattered onto the ground. "Regardless of what you have or haven't done, Kanbe-bo shouldn't have shut you out like that. It doesn't accomplish anything. People are best when they open their hearts to each other. I'd like you to open your heart to me, and tell me your story, because I'd be interested in hearing it. However, it is probably too much to ask for you to tell me something without myself being willing to do the same thing, so..."

Shingen pulled his knees up to his chest, breaking his traditional cross-legged sitting position, as he glanced from rooftop to rooftop, to once more ensure that the pair was not being watched. "Before you tell me your story, if you want to tell me, that is, would you like to hear my story?"


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"Tch." The noise escaped her lips at the word 'Everything'. She doubted that. She doubted he knew more than the label Jashinist. Anger washed over her for a brief moment. "You don't know anything." Her voice was small, crushed under the weight of the blue eyes that looked upon her. She did notice however, that he did not look at her the way the ANBU did or the way Kanbe did. Her anger ebbed, receding back to the ocean inside of Ty Lee.

Her sensei continued noting his ignorance of what exactly she had done to gain her immortality. Would he listen to her reasoning? Would he be like Kanbe and side with what he considered to be innocence? There was no one free of sin. Not the fisherman, not the cheesemonger. We all have skeletons in our closets, Ty Lee just exposed her skeletons to the world. That was the only difference she felt there was between her and people like Kanbe.

She let out a small laugh, almost a cough, at the reference of opening hearts to each other. The girl reached up, touching the tear in her clothing, feeling the scarred spot under where she had quite literally opened her heart to Kanbe. Reaching down slowly, she picked the mask of the ANBU back up again. She noticed the design of it, that of a raven. Was it coincidence that the raven was her favorite animal or was it conditioning? Had she grown fond of the animal through her own ideals, or because it was the face of the cage she was trapped in?

"You'd...you'd share your story with me?" Her voice was tired. The kind of exhaustion from days and years of hard work. Her shoulders slumped and she rested her cheek on her knee. "No one has ever been this nice to me. Why are you doing this? Do you feel pleasure in taking care of a stray cat? She cut her eyes at Shingen, though there was little life left in them. She smiled meekly, "Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine. We can compare scars. Sensei."

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PostPosted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 11:22 pm 
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Ty Lee didn't seem to trust Shingen very much, but the jounin expected that when he initiated this conversation to begin with. He pondered his answer to her question while she fiddled with the raven mask, before eventually speaking. "It's not because you're a stray cat, per say, though I do like cats. Especially tigers and lions, and other large cats."

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Shut it, you. This isn't the time.

"I guess, if I had to describe why I came here... Well, it's a sensei's job to take care of their students, right? Like a parent and a child, though I'm not old enough to be your dad. More like siblings, I guess? Given our ages, you know... Well, that's besides the point. I know I'm not close to you, but unless I help you out when you need it, I never can get close to you, you know? So, I guess, if I had to pick a reason, that would be why."

Picking up a small pebble that was sitting beside his foot, Shingen rolled the smooth stone around in one of his hands, before tossing it absent-mindedly at the side of the building across the street. "It probably also helps that I think we're similar in a lot of ways. You see, when I was young - well, younger - I was also watched by ANBU. It was by sensei's order, no less. I know the feeling of being alone precisely because you're never left alone. It's ironic, right?" The jounin paused to laugh at his own depressing irony before continuing.

"I can't say I've ever killed people in the same way that you might have, but there is something inside of me that likes killing. Something inside of me that has hurt a lot of people, and that wants me to hurt a lot of people. If I were to be distracted for even a second, it could slip out and kill everyone I know," Shingen paused here to turn and look at Ty Lee, giving her a grin, while lightly tapping his forehead with his index finger. "Good thing I'm always razor focused, huh?"

"Well, anyway, some kind of creature was sealed inside of me when I was young. I was ostracized because of it, and grew up with ANBU around as much as my parents. I don't think anyone should have to go through that. If I can learn to control myself, and live without ANBU surveillance, I'm sure that you can, too. Not that you have something inside of you that you need to control, exactly, but... a similar premise, you know?"


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The girl listened intently to what her sensei had to tell her. He made some very good points. Mainly the concept of being alone by never being alone. That rang true above all of the other things he said. She was surprised to hear of this...thing living inside of Shingen. She was blissfully unaware of what it really meant, what her sensei truly was, but the idea of what he described was vibrant in her mind. He was a cage for something awful, something like her. She didn't know what to say to Shingen, so instead, she just started telling her own story.

She took a deep and unsteady breath, her head rolling back to lean against the wall of the building as she stared up at the blue sky. "The Shikome. We're a clan burdened, or blessed if you ask my father, to handle the members of our village when they die." Her lips curled inward as she struggled to maintain her composure. "'You'll understand when you're older.' That's what my father always said. I grew up with the dead. Do you know how hard it is to live with the dead and not end up dead? On the inside, at the very least. My father told me that death was the final chapter of life and should be revered and honored. That we should be proud to be a part of every story that passes in this village."

Ty Lee's grip on the mask tightened again, "I don't want my story to be the end of every one else's. I want to live my own life, write my own tales, but I was taught that being the period that ends another's was supposed to be enough. I hate the idea of it, of death. It seems such a waste to try and try as hard as we do to always come to stay in the same grave as everyone else. So I ran away, left the idea of death behind. That's when I stumbled upon the Jashinists. I was hungry and thirsty and delirious but they saw something in me and took me in. The things I had to do there." She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. "I ended up proving myself to Jashin, and through that he gave me the gift of immortality. I took it, wanted it, wanted it more than anything. To never have to end my story. To never have my goals out of reach."

Her face twisted slightly as her knuckles started to whiten under her skin as her grip on the mask tightened once more. "The way of Jashin is the only way that makes sense. There is no purity in the world, just varying levels of sin. We as shinobi are shining examples of this paradox. We are murderers, destroyers, yet to the members of our own village we are heroes. I want to be the hero to all. My words and Jashin's words are one, the one way to truly repent for what we have transgressed upon."

The mask shattered in her hands. Her eyes grew manic.

"If one can not accept the truth of one's soul, then that one does not deserve their soul. We are all vessels on the sea, searching for a shore to call our own. You can get the idea plain if you think of us as a fleet of ships sailing in formation. The voyage will be a success only, in the first place, if the ships do not collide and get in one another’s way; and, secondly, if each ship is seaworthy and has her engines in good order. As a matter of fact, you cannot have either of these two things without the other. If the ships keep on having collisions they will not remain seaworthy very long. On the other hand, if their steering gears are out of order they will not be able to avoid collisions. My ship, the ship captained by Jashin, my ship will keep the others in line. If any ship crosses their line and collides with another, they will answer to my cannons, Jashin's will. The fleet will only make it to their destination if the weak and desolate are removed from the ranks, their captains mutinied in place of those who will steer their ship to shore."

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Watching the mask break, Shingen had the feeling that it was probably metaphorical for something, but he didn't feel like he was philosophical enough to know exactly what is was a metaphor for. His student wasn't exactly sure how to handle the jounin's revelation about himself, so she decided to talk about her own story, instead. That only made sense, Shingen wasn't honestly sure how he was supposed to handle the knowledge that he had a beast inside of him, anyway. He just took it day to day, doing the best that he could do.

He listened to Ty Lee's story, and to her fear of death. It reminded him of himself, in a way. For a moment, his duel with the masked, fox figure came to his mind. The feeling of being about to die, to only have just escaped by circumstance. It was terrifying, he had never experienced anything like it before, and he hadn't experienced anything close to that feeling since. "I nearly died once," Shingen said, once Ty Lee had finished her story.

Unlike others, he didn't shut her out. Even if what she did say concerned him, just telling her that she was wrong would get them no-where. Besides, there was a shame that lingered inside Shingen, something about Ty Lee's own experiences that echoed dangerously close to his own experiences. Could he really say that she was wrong? Maybe not, it was just a matter of if one chose to act on their fears or not.

"I've killed a lot of people, too. Death always feels kind of novel when you kill someone else. It's nothing like the feeling that you get when you're about to die. I'm not proud to say it, but... if I had the choice, to die or to kill someone else, there would always be a temptation to kill the other person. I'm not saying that I would do that, but... I'm not sure I can honestly say that I wouldn't, either."


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Her breathing was irregular, too quick with too long pauses between them. She trembled under the weight of faith and fervor and fear. At the mention of almost dying her head shot up, eyes locked with Shingen. "What was it like? Were you scared? What were your final words going to be? I think about that a lot. The last punctuation of our story. Do you think the last thing that we say is the most honest? If we are on our death bed, what is there to deny? Jashin has blessed me to pull these confessions out of people. The sound of brutal and complete honesty. Do you think that is something we only achieve moments before death?"

Her voice was fast, frantic, jumping from syllable to syllable as if she was running out of time. "There is nothing wrong with saving yourself, sensei. If given the chance to kill or be killed, what is the upside to dying? You get to be remembered as a martyr? As a "good" person? What's the point, you're dead, you don't hear the praises they say about you. The praises that are hardly ever true but instead said out of respect for your actions, not for you as a person. There is no honor in dying a good death. There is no good death. There are only our dreams and ambitions and we must constantly be in motion to reach the next leg of the race. If there is a weak member of the pack, the pack removes it and becomes stronger because of it. Life is no different. Death is no different."

She picked up a piece of the shattered mask and pricked the point of her finger with it. Blood dripped from the wound but she showed no sign of it affecting her. "The only truth to be found, is found in blood. Love fades, excitement dies, happiness ebbs and flows, sadness waxes and wanes. Blood never lies. Pain never lies. Jashin never lies." She stared at her blood mixing with the sand at her feet and scrunched her face up in anger.

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"I was very scared," Shingen admitted, recalling the feelings that were rushing through him a year ago when he clashed with the Fox. Such an admission probably didn't make him seem very cool or impressive to his genin, but the truth was the truth, and Shingen didn't have a fondness for lying. "It was... Well, it felt kind of like drowning. It was like an overwhelming, crushing force and it felt like it was pushing all of the air out of my lungs. I was so scared that I couldn't breath. If I had time beforehand, I'm sure I could have thought up some cool last words to say, but if I had to think up something at the moment, it would have been something like... 'Please, don't kill me! Someone save me', or something lame like that. I can't say I would have been proud of those last words," Shingen said with a slight laugh.

"I think the things that we say about people, after they die, maybe they're more for us, the people who outlive them, than they are for the person that actually died. I'm not sure. I dunno what would be said about me if I did. Probably something like, 'For as fast as he was, he couldn't outrun his problems', or something like that. Bwahahaha!" Shingen paused to laugh for a moment, in an attempt to lower the tension that Ty Lee might have been feeling. It was clear that she was frantic. After quieting down from his laugh, Shingen placed his hand on her shoulder. In a swift, effortless movement, completed in less time than it would have taken for Ty Lee to blink, the jounin was crouched infront of the genin, his eyes staring straight into hers.

"I'm not very smart, I don't know much about truth and love and blood and Jashin, but I do know some stuff. I know that I'm your sensei, and I know that as long as I'm around, you never, never have to worry about dying, Jashin or not. I'll protect you, and that knucklehead Kanbe-bo, too."


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So her sensei was afraid of death as much as any other person. As much as she had been before finding Jashin. He was a coward, the same as anyone else. What then, made him fit to teach her? Was it just his physical prowess that dwarfed her own? What made the Kazekage think this guy would be right to teach the "Girl who couldn't die."? He went on, ignoring his own admittance of cowardice. Something he said hit a nerve with Ty Lee.

"Outlive." She uttered. Theoretically she would outlive everyone in Sunagakure. She would be the last to stand in the sands, after everything else whittled away, eroded by time and war and death. She would remain, as vibrant as the glass outside the village. Before she knew it, Shingen was crouched in front of her. She couldn't help but wonder what she would say after he died. The thought of it was strange. It felt...bad, to think of her new sensei no longer alive and breathing in front of her. Something about the way he held himself reminded her so much of what she could have been. What she threw away. No, not threw away. Killed

His words touched her, though she almost laughed at how hollow they were. She couldn't die, she was immortal. What would Shingen be able to stop that Jashin couldn't? "Sensei, what does being on a team mean? You say that you would protect Kanbe and I, yet you hardly know us. What is it that causes you to mean that?" Her eyes were dull and hazy, lost in these new foreign concepts. Did being on team mean you put your life on the line for your teammates? That seemed unnecessary. If they were in a life or death situation then they put themselves there and deserved the punishment they were given.

Right?

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"I guess it's kind of like... Well, I don't have any kids, but I think it's kind of similar. You don't know your child when they're born, it's the first time you've met them, but you still care about them anyway, right? It's kind of like that. I haven't met you guys before, but you're my students, so I care about you." Shingen paused for a moment, tapping his chin with his finger. "I guess that answers why I care about you guys, but not why teachers care for their students. That one is harder... I don't really know the answer to that," Shingen paused to laugh, raising his hands up helplessly into the air.

"My sensei always used to say, 'The individual is easily broken, but the group remains strong, now drop and give me five-hundred pushups!'. Actually, he would end any of his answers with that last part... But that's off topic. My sensei has always thought that the individual person is weak, and that's why we need others. They make us stronger, and can be strong where we are weak. Even when they're not literally with us, they have still imparted with us knowledge and wisdom, so his answer to being on a team would be 'strength'. I don't think he's wrong, exactly, but I think there's more to it than that. Being in a team, teaching others, they make life worth living, right? A person wouldn't want to go through their whole journey alone. Especially not an immortal, right?"


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Dull eyes caught fire at the mention of parents caring about their children. Her father didn't care about her, he cared about his duty. He was okay with surrounding her with corpses, spent his time catering to bodies rather than his daughter. If that's what being a team was like, she wanted no part of it.

"The individual is weak, but pairing weak individuals with other weak individuals does not make strength. We must strive to have the group be the strongest that it can be. A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link, a chain of nothing but weak links makes for an awful chain." She accented her statement by clinging the chains of her rope dart that wrapped around her wrists.

"I don't understand, sensei. Does it truly matter how much we teach others? Eventually they die, all the time and effort you put into them disappears, back into the soil. It all seems so meaningless when you think about it. Even if you teach others so that they can then go and teach even more, eventually it all comes to the same conclusion. How many empires have we forgotten? How many heroes do we no longer revere? How many martyrs died for a cause no one even knows existed? By being a team, are we truly making each other stronger or just putting a bandage on a wound? The wound is still there, still red and angry and bleeding. You say you would protect us, would you die for us? Am I supposed to put "my life" on the line for Kanbe? Would he for me? Whose story is more worthy of being told? Whose shore is more worthy of being reached?"

Ty Lee smiled weakly, holding her bleeding finger extended in front of her. Her eyes followed each drip as it hit the ground. "Maybe...maybe we're all nothing but shipwrecks already."

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"Well, I hope to teach you enough so that, someday, you would be willing to die for your friends. I mean, honestly, as things are right now, I'd hope you'd take an arrow for Kanbe-bo, since you can't die and all. That's just common courtesy, at that point." As Shingen paused for a long moment, he tapped his chin repetitively in thought, before eventually standing and brushing the sand and dust off of his clothes. Glancing down at the genin, playing with little bits of the shattered mask, Shingen couldn't deny that he felt some amount of pity for the girl.

However, he cursed himself for this, shoving those feelings deep down inside of himself, leaving them in a dark corner for them to die. The last thing that this girl wanted, or needed, was pity. She needed compassion, understanding, and the tools to grow. Not fond wishes for her to acquire the tools, but the tools themselves. For that, Shingen would train her. Or, in this case, he would subjugate himself to being trained. If that's what helped her, this girl entrusted to his charge and his care, to grow out of her shell, to learn to love and care for others, and to live a life worth living, he would give anything.

"Okay, then help me steer my ship, then. Teach me the ways of Jashin. I can't promise I'll like them, or be able to follow them, exactly, but I'll do my best, and try to learn. In return, I want the same commitment from you, deal?"


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A shadow of a smirk played across her face. Shingen's hope of her taking an arrow was actually pretty humorous. "I...might. Only if it would kill him though. If it'd just hurt him then he can take the arrow himself. I still feel pain you know? It just...sometimes feels like home." The smirk blew away with the soft, dry breeze. It was like watching dead leaves be swept away.

She looked up at her sensei who had decided to stand. She thought about standing herself for a moment, but decided sitting was still nicer. She didn't know if she had the will to stand up anyway. This conversation had been so drastically different than anything she had experienced for. Part of her wondered if she were dreaming. The other part remembered that she didn't do that anymore. Sleep had lost a lot of it's meaning when she no longer needed it. Dreams stopped coming, cravings for her favorite foods stopped existing. Everything just blended together now.

Now and forever.

The deal Shingen proposed caused her to stand despite herself. Her heart fluttered for a moment. Try as she might, her excitement shone through any attempt at controlling herself. "Deal! Of course!" She held up the shard of the mask toward Shingen. "The only way to teach you, is to show you. Cut yourself with this." Her eyes, usually frantic and unstable when she spoke of Jashin, were still as a corpse.

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A sigh of relief passed through the jounin, glad that Ty Lee was so happy to accept the deal. It put a slight smile onto his face, as it was quite possibly the happiest that he had actually ever seen her, up until this point. She offered him a broken shard from the mask, which Shingen carefully took into his hand, so as not to cut himself. He rolled it softly through his palm, observing the sharp edges. "Well, I suppose a deal is a deal," Shingen said, taking his free hand and grasping the bottom of his blue shirt, lifting it up over one shoulder so it exposed his stomach and most of his chest. Never one to half-ass something, and firmly of the belief that if something was worth doing, it was worth overdoing, Shingen decided to give his new god a good first impression.

Grasping the shard firmly in his hand, Shingen dragged the razor diagonally across his chest, leaving a long, bleeding strike across his tan flesh. He made sure to draw the shard deep, so as to ensure that the would was not superficial, and would likely scar. Then, Shingen drew the shard across his skin again, from the bottom to the top, crossing the first line to make a large X on his chest, something that would certainly scar. Blood flowed freely down his skin, as his face grimaced in pain. He grit his teeth, refusing to look weak by gasping in front of his genin.

It wasn't the worst pain he had ever felt, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt like shit.


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The sight was intoxicating. Some would think it gruesome or awful, but to Ty Lee, this was what living was. She reached up to grab the shard from her sensei's hand. She then took her finger and wiped it in the blood of Shingen. The blood that had dripped from her finger she now began to move with her foot. Expertly, she drew a circle with an upside down triangle inside of it. She licked the blood from her finger.

Her skin began to darken, from the pale white of her usual complexion to blacker than the night. White markings etched into her skin as she took the reflection of a skeleton standing in front of her sensei. The first thing to happen was Shingen would feel the aching pain of the stab to her chest from earlier. The pain of the cut on her finger. She took the shard and stabbed her palm with it. Simultaneously Shingen's own palm would display a stab wound. She was shaking at this point. It had been so long since she had been tied to someone like this. To feel their every instance of pain, to hold their soul in her own bloody palms.

"Pain doesn't lie. Blood doesn't lie. Jashin. Does. Not. Lie." She moved as fast as she could, much slower than Shingen but as fast as her body could muster. The shard reached up to her neck, threatening to slit her from ear to ear. Just as quickly as she had moved, she stopped. She held her sensei's life in her hands, but he wasn't like the others. He was open to Jashin. He was willing to take his ship to shore.

"Through pain, we are equals. That is the way of Jashin. Through death, we are honest. We can not hide from our sins. We can only wash them away in blood. We can only become clean if we purge the filth. The way of Jashin, the murders that you don't know about. This is how they are done. I would inflict a mortal wound on myself and it would be done to you. Through your pain and through the last moments of your life, I am forgiven for the mistakes of my own."

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A searing hot pain tore through Shingen's hand, sending burning waves through his body. Inside his head, a female voice hissed in disdain, thrashing about in her cage. You would follow the ways of the mad and the murders, hissed the cat. Don't talk like you're above any murderers. Besides, if it makes you angry, that's even better. It must mean I'm doing something right.

He could feel a pain in his own chest, different from his own self-inflicted wound. It made him want to double over in pain, but he stood still for a long moment. His twitching gaze watched as Ty Lee brought the shard to her neck, holding so much power that, with a casual flick of her wrist, she could end Shingen's own life. It wouldn't be hard to stop her, if she tried. In comparison to his own movements, she was as slow as a newborn. Where she was the firefly, he was the moon. The moment she tried to cut her neck, he could rip the shard out of her fingers, and disarm her of her weapon before the first drop of blood fell.

But he wouldn't. Even if she did try to kill him, he wouldn't do anything about it. To give her his word, to promise to try the will of Jashin, only to try and stop her, to interrupt her ritual, it would only dismantle any and all trust he had built up until now. He said he would die for her if need be, and even now he was willing to prove that. If his death was what it took to help her learn, even if that meant from someone other than himself, then so be it.

"I guess," Shingen said, through gasps and hisses of pain, "that... you could say... Jashin is, ugh... fairly black-and-white, huh?" Shingen joked, referring to Jashin's life-or-death philosophy while nodding at Ty Lee's newly colored skin. He took several moments and many deep breaths, trying to steady his breathing and speech in the face of the fiery pain.

"If you kill me, then I guess that's the will of Jashin, isn't it? So I'll accept it if you do. Buuuuuut, I hope you don't kill me," Shingen flashed the girl a pained grin, resting his hands on his knees so as to avoid toppling over. "I've killed a lot of people, my sensei made sure of that... am I forgiven of my mistakes?"


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Her eyes widened to their limit. Veins pounded blood in her ears, the whites of her eyes were pocked with red. "Everything in life is black or white, sensei. What is history? A tale of wars told by the victors. They're the ones that paint the future. They're the ones that we remember. Very rarely do we ever recall the names of those who failed, who lost. The world is black and white. Only fools see grey." Her grip on the shard strained, tightened to the point that it cut into her fingers. Shingen would feel that pain too. All was shared through Jashin. All were one under his protective gaze.

She let the shard drop. She was more than convinced of Shingen's conviction. "If you killed, then that was the will of Jashin. If you survived, that too was his will. Your mistakes were washed away the moment you entered this pact with me. Through your own blood you are forgiven for the blood you have spilled. Through your own pain you have felt what they felt. Through my pain we have become equals. Pain is the most primal of emotions. We are never truly more alive than when we are in pain. The closer to death we are, the more of life we can see and cherish. That is the way of Jashin. That is the black and white of it."

Her entire body was trembling. A mixture of emotions and sensations surged through her spine. The pain of it all, the pleasure of it all, the truth of it all. Shingen was the first one she had ever explained Jashin to that had accepted it. He was the first ship whose course she had corrected instead of ended.

He was the first man she had ever met, who wasn't a shipwreck after all.

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A shiver of pain ran down Shingen's spine as he felt the cut appear on his finger. However, compared to the rest of the pain, the little cut hardly registered in his mind. He listened to what Ty Lee said, pulling his shirt back over his shoulder, pulling the blue cloth back down over his chest, using it to mop up some of the blood on his chest. As he pulled the shirt down his chest, his hand glowed green, lightly touching up the wounds on his chest.

He didn't spend the full minutes needed to completely heal the cuts, but he focused enough to knit the wounds shut and stop the bleeding. "Black and white, huh? Well, that's definitely preferable to gold-and-green," Shingen said, in reference to his inner demon, even though he knew that Ty Lee wouldn't really understand the humor. "You know, I'm not sure how I feel about this whole 'pain makes us equal' thing. I'm supposed to be your sensei, you know, you have to listen to me! Bwahahahahaha!"

Laughing vigorously at his own joke, Shingen inadvertently reopened the wounds on his chest, which he then had to go back and fix again. Once he was tidied up for a second time, he let out a long sigh. "Well, with this all squared away for the time being, how about we work on your, uh, 'life' skills. When's the last time you've eaten and savored a meal?"


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Unlike her sensei Ty Lee allowed her wounds to heal naturally, though she was aware that she healed faster than usual due to the whole Jashinist thing. It took all of the willpower that she had within her to break the ritual she shared with Shingen but slowly her body faded from the skeletal visage back to her usual pale skin. The darkness receded to the seal on her chin which she quickly covered by placing her mask on in her usual manner. "No need to worry, sensei. We're equals in life, just not position. I will still listen to you as long as you remain my teacher. Those are my orders."

She looked around at all the blood that marked the ground, hers and his alike. There was no telling the difference from appearance alone. The same sentiment of equals raced through her mind. They bled the same and to her that was enough. "It's been a while, I could definitely go for something to eat. You know beef liver and orange juice is really good for you after blood loss or just foods rich in iron or vitamin C."

Her voice sounded sweet and serene. All of the tension and mania from before had simply washed away, bled out. She remembered back to what Shingen had said in the beginning of the conversation about getting the ANBU off her back. She hadn't really believed him at the time, but after seeing his resolve she changed her mind. She'd get her hopes up this time. Shingen didn't seem like the kind of guy to go back on his word.

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The change in Ty Lee's tone of voice was drastic, but Shingen took this to be a good sign. It meant that, if nothing else, she could at least have moments of peacefulness. Or, at least, she was able to fake it, which meant that she at least cared enough to fake the feeling. Either way, it meant that she wasn't so far gone. A smile tugged at the edge of Shingen's lips, it was always good to have hope. "I guess beef is okay, and orange juice is really good, but I don't know how I feel about the two of them together. I do know a good place we can go and eat, if you trust me."

In a scene ripped straight from Disney's yet-to-be-released Naruto/Aladdin crossover, Shingen weaved a few handseals, letting his body return to its all-too-familiar paper form. He allowed his feet and shins to disappear, replaced by a floating, flowing 'magic carpet' of paper. Without his legs, it appeared as if the jounin was kneeling ontop of the rug. Offering his hand out to Ty Lee so as to help her onto the carpet, the flying furniture would dash towards Soujiro Heights, soaring through the village at a moderate speed, before taking to the air and drifting pleasantly through the cloudless sky. "Ever flown before? I don't think many people in the village can. Even if the ANBU from earlier wanted to keep following us, he couldn't now." Shingen stated, his gaze fixed firmly on the horizon.

Without any verbal instructions, the carpet carried its two passengers to a restaurant popular among Suna's shinobi clientele, a modern Asian restaurant, built into the top of a large rock formation. Normally, someone would have to walk the tedious amount of stairs surrounding the rock to reach its apex, but through the magic of flight, the protagonists were able to avoid such a chore. The carpet landed the pair at the entrance to the restaurant, at the top of the stairs, with Shingen's feet and shins reforming as his technique ended. A bold grin on his face, Shingen placed his hands on his hips. "Bwahahaha! This is one of my favorite restaurants, I think you'll enjoy it. If I hadn't already been on the precipice of death today, I'd even bet my life on it."


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"I don't know, I've had beef and orange juice together. It's not that bad. As long as the beef is rare though. The bloodier the better as they say." She mimicked Shingen's chin-tapping. "Do they say that? Am I just making that up? If they do say that, who is they? Where do phrases come from I wonder? You know what I look forward to the most out of this whole eternal life thing? I'm gonna get so fucking smart."

As she rambled on Shingen's body became quite literally paper. Her eyes widened at this sudden drastic change. "Huh, that's neat. You know I can eat like, most attacks with my hand? So strange." She took his outstretched hand, allowing him to help her up onto the carpet of paper. It was certainly a sensation she was not used to, though it somewhat reminded her of freefalling from the cliffs. "No, I've never flown before. I've fallen a lot, from high places. Sometimes I catch myself, sometimes I just splat, depends on my mood at the time."

The pair dropped at the entrance to a restaurant Ty Lee had never been to before. Truth be told she wasn't really allowed to go to places like this. The ANBU always forbid her from going to crowded areas so she always ate at the dingy places in the village. The atmosphere was so much different than her usual hangouts. It was lively, full, even...happy. She turned to Shingen with wetness threatening to spill over her eyes. She hugged him tightly, but made sure to stay away from the still fresh wounds on his chest. "Thank you." She mumbled into his shirt.

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Completely unexpected by the Blue Tiger, tears began to build at the corners of Ty Lee's eyes. It was so unexpected, in fact, that at first Shingen had feared that he might have done something wrong. Was there something that he had done that might upset the girl? Was the restaurant that he chose not to her liking? However, she shortly thereafter embraced him in a tight hug. Shingen was stiff for a moment, caught by surprise, but then his hands naturally came down, one resting on Ty Lee's back, the other on her head, stroking her head softly. He embraced her for a moment, in the kind of comforting hug that he had never received from his own teachers.

He thought about saying something along the lines of 'it's nothing', or 'don't mention it', but he refrained, feeling that either of those lines downplayed the significance of something that was clearly important enough to Ty Lee that it moved her to tears. Instead, he offered an honest, positive reply. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his eyes closed and a wide, beaming grin present on his face. After exiting the hug when Ty Lee felt ready, Shingen gave her a large thumbs up. "Come on inside," Shingen said, leading the way into the restaurant. "I'll pay for the food, that seems like a thing that senseis are supposed to do. Though, you know, my sensei never payed for my food... He would always say, 'If you ask me again, I'll unmake you', and other unhelpful things like that."

Eventually, the pair was led to a round table near one of the windows, which provided a lovely view of the village below. In the traditional fashion, there were no chairs, but instead large cushions upon which the customers would sit. Shingen sat on one, folding his legs in his typical cross-legged style. Two menus sat before them, but Shingen did not touch his. He already knew what he wanted. Instead, he offered Ty Lee some more positive encouragement. "Take however long you need, get whatever you'd like."


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After a few moments, moments that Ty Lee knew would stay with her long after Shingen took his final breath, she let him go. Gone were the tears that threatened to fall. Replaced with pretend strength. To anyone other than Shingen himself probably, she would sell that strength. He knew what she had been through though. He would probably be able to see that same look in her eyes that he saw in his own far too many times. "I meant that just because I'm starving, don't get any wrong ideas okay? The ritual really takes a lot out of you." She waited until her sensei turned his back to lead the way before letting out the first genuine smile she could remember in ages.

She laughed loudly, probably too much so given the environment at what Shingen said his sensei had said to him. She only knew her own sensei's teacher as the Kazekage. The man who ordered her to be under constant surveillance. The way that Shingen painted him though, he seemed funny. Maybe he wasn't, as what he said was pretty extreme, but the way her sensei talked about him. Would she talk about him like that someday? Would Kanbe? Would Kanbe talk about her that way? Surely not.

The pair were brought to a table with comfy looking cushions instead of chairs. Ty Lee was used to sitting on stools or the floor for her meals ever since leaving her father's home. She wondered how he was doing from time to time. She folded her legs beneath her and sat. The cushion was probably not the highest grade available but it was so soft! She let out a small gasp before trying to cough and cover her surprise. Reaching toward the menu she skimmed it for a moment before closing it and placing it on top of her sensei's.

"Food is one of the only things that still has meaning to me." She said, staring out of the window. Her eyes danced between all of the building tops below them. "Sleep doesn't really matter anymore. I don't dream when I sleep anymore. Days, nights, months, years, they don't really mean anything to me anymore. There is only the present, past, and future. I don't look forward to things anymore. In fact, I kind of worry about it. Eventually everyone I know will meet their end. Lifetimes of moments spent with them buried in the dirt. What do I do when that happens? Do I make new friends? The same fate awaits them if I do so. I'm not quite sure how many times I can lose the people I care about." She turned back to face her sensei. Her eyes were deep with pain. Riddled with the realization that everything from this point on was empty. "Whatever the case, I want to make sure I make enough memories to get me by should I ever get tired of losing friends. I'll have what you're having. I hope it's your favorite meal." She forced a meek smile, so far removed from the one at the door it was hard to believe they were the same action.

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