Mysterious Mentor

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There was a candle burnt all the way down to its wick, the soft flutter of light it gave off in the dark room barely holding on to its life. At a desk within the archive a young boy sat, Henrin, Akihiro soundly asleep with his head against the table. He was up all night researching yet again. Something that was becoming a habit of his. Underneath him a scroll of fuuinjutsu unraveled with notes all along its margins. A stack of books behind him on various subjects, chakra manipulation, metal working, anatomy, poisons. The young man was a constant reader and as a Henrin it was important for him to expose his memory to as much as possible so he could recall it should he need it.

However, it was exhausting and usually resulted in him passing out and his mother worried sick about his whereabouts. Ever since he read about the story of the Emperors Armory he was determined to make weapons and armor just as famous. Two books untouched as they were at the bottom of the stack were on spirits and sensory jutsu. He thought both topics would be a good addition to his artisan crafting support abilities respectfully.

The soft footsteps of a woman echoed in the hall chamber around the corner. Not loud enough to wake the tired genin.