Leaf District

[Baldhead]

"Sensei, don't interfere."

Gyoken’s voice was firm, unwavering, as he slipped through Takashi’s grip, his body surging forward with determination. He was choosing his own path, choosing to face Tenbo head-on, despite the overwhelming danger that lay before him. Takashi exhaled through his nose, watching the young Uchiha rush ahead. He remained standing in front of the massive tree, one hand lazily moving behind his head as he leaned back with an air of relaxation. But despite his seemingly uncaring posture, his Byakugan was fully activated. Pale and piercing, veins bulging near his temples as he tracked every movement around him with razor-sharp clarity.

"Well, I tried to save you the pain."

Takashi said for himself , his tone laced with dry amusement.

"But I guess no one can stop a true prodigy once he sets his mind to something."

His gaze flickered back to the tree behind him. The deep mark being carved into it, shaped after Gyoken’s body upon the impact. A testament to the sheer force Gyoken hit it with and his durability. Yet, the boy was back on his feet, stubborn as ever. Turning his head, Takashi’s focus shifted to the battlefield before him. Moving between the two Uchiha’s as he thought for himself.

“Master versus student hm.”

It was a fate he had hoped to avoid. And yet, now that it was unfolding before him, he found himself fascinated. Would Gyoken be able to push Tenbo? Could he force his mentor to exert himself, to reveal more than just the suffocating superiority of a master’s control? Or would this be an utterly one-sided affair—a demonstration of the gap between them? Only time would tell, Takashi leaned forward slightly, eyes never leaving the fight. His stance was still relaxed, yet there was an unspoken readiness beneath the surface. If Gyoken found himself in over his head, would Takashi step in? Or perhaps… if Tenbo showed his true fangs, would he be the one who needed to be stopped? No matter the outcome, Takashi would be ready.

Location: Forest of Death
Main Posting Order: Gyoken -> Tenbo -> Takashi
Secondary PostingOrder: Yugo (Optional) -> Akitsuki (Opitonal) -> Kokezaru Sarugami -> Yaju Inuzuka ->
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll


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[Mellow]

The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting warm golden hues across the bustling streets of Konohagakure’s market district. The air buzzed with the rhythmic calls of vendors, the scent of fresh produce, spices, and sizzling skewers mixing into an aromatic blend that carried on the gentle breeze. The streets were alive with shinobi and civilians alike, weaving between stalls, laughing, bartering, and engaging in the simple joys of daily life. Among the throng, Hachiro Rinha walked in measured silence, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his sharp gaze flitting between the many sights of his new home. He had only been accepted into the village recently, granted a place in Konohagakure by Lord Inoka, but the reality of it all still felt foreign. The village was warm and full of life—so different from the more isolated existence he had known before. Yet, even in the warmth of the setting sun and the hum of camaraderie around him, Hachiro remained reserved, keeping to himself as he moved through the crowd. He passed a flower shop, its display of vibrant petals shifting in the wind, the faint fragrance of lilies and chrysanthemums trailing after him. A kunoichi stood outside, adjusting the arrangement of them. Further down, the ringing clang of steel filled the air as a weapons shop displayed freshly polished kunai and short swords. Hachiro lingered only briefly, his keen eyes scanning the craftsmanship before moving on. This was the kind of place he would normally stop at—but not today. Today, he was just trying to take it all in.​

Then, as he turned the corner, an entirely different aroma caught his attention—the unmistakable scent of broth, grilled pork, and fresh noodles. His steps slowed and his hazel eyes lifting to see the small yet renowned building nestled at the corner of the street; Ichiraku Ramen. For a brief moment, Hachiro simply stood there, watching as a pair of civilians ducked beneath the shop’s curtain, laughter spilling from their lips as they found their seats. It was an unassuming place, small compared to the grand restaurants and teahouses scattered across the village. With a quiet exhale, he pushed forward, stepping beneath the noren curtains and into the cozy establishment. The moment he entered, the warm scent of ramen fully enveloped him, carrying with it a strange sense of comfort he hadn’t expected. Behind the counter stood a man his hands deftly working a pot of simmering broth.
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Worker: Welcome! Haven’t seen you around before. First time at Ichiraku?​

Hachiro: Yea, I'm new here.​

Worker: Then I’ll whip you up something special. First-time customers deserve a good introduction.​

Hachiro didn’t protest, simply giving a small shrug as he leaned back slightly, letting his hands rest on the counter. As he waited, he listened—to the bubbling broth, to the sizzling of freshly cut pork, to the faint chatter of other customers enjoying their meals. The quiet solitude he usually preferred didn’t feel quite so heavy here. Within minutes, the man placed a steaming bowl in front of him. The rich scent of the broth was nearly overwhelming, the perfectly cooked noodles curling beneath layers of sliced pork, green onions, and a perfectly halved boiled egg. The steam curled into the air, carrying with it a promise of something undeniably comforting. Hachiro picked up the chopsticks and hesitated for only a second before taking his first bite. The moment the flavors hit his tongue, he felt something unexpected—a sense of belonging. He wasn’t sure why, but this simple bowl of ramen, in this small shop, made the vast village around him feel just a little bit more like home.
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Worker: Good, Huh?​

Hachiro: Yea.. Not bad. Probably some of the best i've had in a long time.​

Current Location: Ichiraku Ramen Shop
Posting Order: Hachiro → ???
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll​