It was yet another early morning in Kirigakure. Over the last few weeks, Kinsue had found himself swiftly getting back into the habits of an early riser. There was almost too much to be done, but he didn't mind. Where before he would have been loath to meet the challenges ahead; he more and more found himself raring to take them on.
Today’s challenge would be found within one of the public training grounds of Kiri's second tier. It was an open-field split in two. On one side lay open ground, ideal for spars and ninjutsu training. The other side was littered with equipment to aid in physical training. For his part, Kinsue wasn’t here to train. Instead, he had come for one specific shinobi: Aisu, Shihosu.
It was a situation beyond the Karagata’s comfort zone. He had taken on a handful of genin students as a Chuunin, much like everyone else, but so many years away from service had left him in a remarkably isolated position. Most who made it to his position had juniors asking for help with their new rivalry teams, or for their own progression, or simply who reported to them. Not so for Kinsue, whose old students had grown to or past him. Or simply died in the war if they hadn’t proven up to the challenge of the career.
Not so, until now.
It had been Naohiro who brought the kid to his attention, shamefully at that. Shihosu was a stain on the clan's honour to hear him tell it. Either way, his rivalry team had recently been torn apart and now he needed a firm touch to guide his potential as a shinobi. Kinsue had the trust of the right people to enter into the situation.
The man stood settled now; on the outskirts of the training ground. The Aisu had private space for training, but the boy and his clan were clearly well alienated. Not that it mattered much where this meeting would take place.
Kinsue would observe the boy’s training for now; sticking out like a sore thumb in his formal wear and passionless stillness. No doubt he would attract some queries, but he would get a good sense of Shihosu's potential before that happened.
Today’s challenge would be found within one of the public training grounds of Kiri's second tier. It was an open-field split in two. On one side lay open ground, ideal for spars and ninjutsu training. The other side was littered with equipment to aid in physical training. For his part, Kinsue wasn’t here to train. Instead, he had come for one specific shinobi: Aisu, Shihosu.
It was a situation beyond the Karagata’s comfort zone. He had taken on a handful of genin students as a Chuunin, much like everyone else, but so many years away from service had left him in a remarkably isolated position. Most who made it to his position had juniors asking for help with their new rivalry teams, or for their own progression, or simply who reported to them. Not so for Kinsue, whose old students had grown to or past him. Or simply died in the war if they hadn’t proven up to the challenge of the career.
Not so, until now.
It had been Naohiro who brought the kid to his attention, shamefully at that. Shihosu was a stain on the clan's honour to hear him tell it. Either way, his rivalry team had recently been torn apart and now he needed a firm touch to guide his potential as a shinobi. Kinsue had the trust of the right people to enter into the situation.
The man stood settled now; on the outskirts of the training ground. The Aisu had private space for training, but the boy and his clan were clearly well alienated. Not that it mattered much where this meeting would take place.
Kinsue would observe the boy’s training for now; sticking out like a sore thumb in his formal wear and passionless stillness. No doubt he would attract some queries, but he would get a good sense of Shihosu's potential before that happened.
