He scowled. "I was planning on leaving tonight," he admitted.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I let out a sigh. "Of course," I murmured. "Listen, there's this little tea shop on the corner by the flower shop. You know it?"
"I can find it," he replied.
"Good. Be there for lunch. Around 12:30. Maybe 1:00. Depends on when I get done with my training."
I had to take a lunch break in the midst of all my training anyways.
"Alright," he agreed. "And Cashile..."
"I don't think you'd ever be so troublesome, so I don't have to tell you..."
"Don't tell anyone." I waved him off with a sigh. "I got it, Shikamaru. I have nothing to gain from ratting on you."
"Alright. Good luck with Ibiki."
I pulled open the door, and by the time I wondered how he knew it was Ibiki I wanted to talk to, he was gone.
I smirked. He was amusing.
"Cashile," Ibiki greeted politely. Too politely.
"I need something from you," I stated, not bothering with the formalities. I stuck my hands in my coat and waited impatiently for his reply.
"Straight to the point, as usual." He grunted, studying me thoroughly as he stood from the desk, setting some paperwork aside. I smothered a snicker; the terrifying Ibiki, torturer of Konoha, swamped in paperwork. "What is it?"
Of course that's when I reminisce about the old days, and how swamped in paperwork he must have been after beating me to a pulp.
"I need you to cover for me and train my team for some time. Just two or three days tops. They have today off. The Hokage promised me that when she made me a sensei, I would still have time to train on my own and further my own growth. So far, I'm not impressed." I crossed my arms, then laid down the final piece: admitting a weakness to make him believe I truly did need this. Which I did. "I'm sure it's obvious that my ninjutsu is nothing more than the bare minimum I need to know."
Ibiki studied me for a long moment, then nodded. "Of course. You have lightning type chakra, so you'll want to ask Kakashi where to start on your training. Tell your team to report to the training grounds at 5 a.m tomorrow for training."
I raised an eyebrow. "They aren't going to like that."
Ibiki shrugged his shoulders. "I've got things to do to. Anything in specific you want them to focus on?"
"Just do what you do, Ibiki," I said. He had been my sensei, after all. And look how I turned out. "I'm sure I can pick up the pieces, afterwards."
He gave me a grim nod, and I turned on my heels. He had agreed far too easily. Clearly he wanted something from me. What, I wasn't sure. All I knew was one thing.
Whatever he wanted...
he wouldn't get it.
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The Strength of Humanity (A Naruto Fan Fiction)Fanfiction
Cashile Kuroki has discovered the Frailty of Genius, the shortcomings of prodigious talent, the weakness that comes with strength. Standing alone she fell, with no one to catch her as she hit the ground. Now the question is whether or not she can gr...