May Wordcount Tracking
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damnfooltalkPosted: >_>;
IN PROGRESS:
- There's a place I've seen where the soul burns clean: 1785 words
- self indulgent self insert sandbox ficlet collection, no title yet: 1020 words
Sneak Peeks:
>Sandbox ficlets <
“I heard that your clan head is taking a team this year,” [Yamanaka?] remarked, examining her nails.
Keikou nodded and mostly stopped herself from making a face at the idea. “Whoever gets him as a teacher will get really strong,” she said.
Yamanaka gave her a sideways glance. “Uh-huh, and what was the face about?”
Keikou huffed a laugh. “Madara-sama heads the clan training days when he’s available, so let me tell you again: whoever gets him as a teacher will be very well educated, and get very strong.”
“Strict?”
She rolled onto her back, giving up on the suiton shaping exercise and enjoying the warm sun and soft grass. “Really strict, but he keeps being right so you can’t even be mad at him.” Keikou knew as well as they did that everything they said here was going to hit the inter-clan rumor mill. It was a good chance to apply the skills they’d learned in Academy, balancing sharing information with her friends as a sign of trust with making sure the information presented wouldn’t reflect poorly on her clan. She’d given up being surprised that she actually cared about that a few years back; now there was just pride in juggling her goals well.
“So you’ll probably end up on his team, huh?”
Keikou squinted up at the sky. “Maybe? I’d expect them to keep trying to mix up clans, so I think it’s more likely he get a team without any Uchiha. Besides, with my skillset I’ll probably end up babysitting an infiltration team if they don’t just assign me a mentor and tell me to hurry up and make chuunin.”
“Could be a strike team, you do all right in combat,” Name mused.
“’All right,’” Keikou scoffed, “Thanks, asshole.”
“You wanna go?”
Keikou settled more comfortably into the grassy hollow. “Nah, maybe later.”
“I would have thought that if any of the main family took students, it would be Izuna or maybe Myoukou,” Third said, picking up the dropped conversational thread.
Keikou snorted. “They would be honored, and Izuna-sama would make people cry until he was excused.”
“Why am I making people cry?” Izuna’s voice came from above them, and all but Keikou jumped.
“Because you think it’s funny,” she returned, twirling a wildflower idly between two fingers. “And you don’t want to be a jounin-sensei.”
“Mm, sounds like me,” he agreed, pulling an amusingly theatrical grimace at Keikou’s addition. “I’m headed back; you should come too, [Name] wants to see you before the team announcements.”
“Aw. See you tomorrow,” Keikou said, and pushed herself up agreeably to fall in behind Izuna, making her way back to the compound.
>where the soul burns clean<
"Well, Izuna-sama's voice is perfect for the role, but I don't know who we'd cast to play the rival."
"I would bet I could talk Hashirama into making it happen, so it's a shame Tobirama can't sing," Madara mused aloud, a vindictive light in his eyes.
He and Izuna shared a quietly gloating look that Haruka entirely missed, not looking up from her paper as she spoke. "Hm? Yes he can."
Izuna turned to her with raised eyebrows and indignation roiling through his chakra, and she looked up at his thunderous silence. "Should I not have told you that?" It was a rhetorical question that went unanswered, not that she expected otherwise now that she was finally picking up the mood of the room, fixed under the eyes of a number of silent Uchiha,
Madara and Izuna were looking at each other and ignoring her in favor of whatever silent sibling communication they had developed.
"Not at all, Haruka-san, it's very useful to have someone able and willing to absentmindedly hand out morsels of intel on the Senju that haven't made it into our files yet," Hikaku murmured, watching the standoff.
Haruka huffed, but didn't argue.
