Leave My Kidneys Alone [Open]

Max had been walking through the marketplace looking for something good to eat when he found what looked to be another new person. These people were just popping up out of nowhere, and her chakra signature was incredibly high to be fresh out of the academy. Hmm. Still, that just meant yet another person Max could end up meeting, training, and possibly befriending. Hopefully she was friendly. 

He had a chocolate bar on him and would move over towards the young lady. "Uhm... Hi. I'm Max." He would say, his tone coming out much different than even he was accustomed to. He was right next to her and would note that she smelled faintly of... the forest and trees. Was it the scent of... pine? A strange smell in this decaying land. "Might I ask your name miss? I've not met you before." The boy didn't know why, but something about this girl was odd. Something both familiar but nothing like he had ever encountered. He would break off a piece of chocolate and eat it, waiting for a reply from the young lady. 

He would look very much like he did any other time, his hair messy and his clothes loose. His headband would be around his neck, dangling like a necklace instead of up on his forehead.

Max would accept the extended hand, placing his own small hand to hers and shaking it lightly. She seemed pleasant enough, and he noticed that she was indeed a shinobi. How is her chakra so large, yet he had never encountered her before? Max didn't know everyone in Kumo, but other than maybe a couple of people he was at least on friendly terms with most of the village shinobi. Komorebi? That was  eerily close to the name of his pal Komori. It even literally sounds like Komori Bee in his head. 

Kay? Okay, that at least isn't as close to his friend name and will make it easier to stand out in the boys mind. "Nice to meet you, Kay!" Max would say, his voice clearly beaming with joy and a positive attitude and a big smile on his face. "And yeah, I'm a shinobi. I'm the most skilled puppeteer in Kumogakure. I also am quite adept at the Medical Ninjutsu Arts, though I am still learning more each day in that field." He would ponder for a moment, "I know a little bit of everything, though I cannot say that anything else would count as my specialties. As a Yamaguchi Clan member my first and foremost specialty is puppetry, though."

He would then return with some questions of his own. "So how long have you been in Kumo? And since you are a shinobi I assume you have a specialty, too?" He would ask, breaking off another piece of his treat before looking around to see what he would have as his main course.

Max gives the most baffled look he had ever given someone up to that point when Kay said that she didn’t know that Puppetry was a thing. How does one not know of the art of puppetry, something that has been known throughout the ages as one of the most impressive and intricate styles of combat known in the shinobi lands (if you ask Max at least) with famous and infamous puppeteers throughout history. How could she not know this?
 
Max would look at her, understand that she was a shinobi and still be completely confused. Is she just… an airhead? Probably skated by on her impressive chakra reserves and skills without learning as much as she probably should have. Yeah, that was it. Max would simply allow himself to believe this, true or not, to avoid his own mind having difficulty wrapping around what he could have easily perceived as an insult.
 
Not hearing of the Yamaguchi clan was fair game though, as they were a Kumo Clan and she was not from around here. Max would find that she was from Lightning Country, but that was a rather large landmass and his clan was a small one. “Ah, well that explains a lot. What made you decide to pick up the life of a kunoichi? It isn’t an easy life to lead."
 
Hakai’s academy? Well, that place was known for its harsh training and skilled graduates. If she were training there, she would surely develop into a capable shinobi… or fail trying to do so. Max would finish his chocolate bar and then find the pretzel stand and buy several, some with cheese filling, and some with cinnamon swirls and sugar. They were delicious and he wanted all of them, so he bought everything the vendor had in stock and put them all in bags, separating the flavors.
 
Max would take a huge bite out of a cheese filled pretzel before accepting her request to train. “Yeah, I could teach you some stuff possibly. What do you want to learn?”


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Max couldn’t explain why, but he felt an odd vibe from this one. Like they were… harassing his favorite pastime in their head… odd.

“You really admire this person don’t you? Who was it?” Max would ask, wondering who it was he owed this meeting of a new face to. “Giving someone a new chance at life is always the right choice, regardless if the opportunity is squandered or not.” Max would say, hoping to relieve some of the burden that must be on her from the pressure to prove herself in the eyes of another. “You only need to meet your own expectations, not anyone else’s. You shouldn’t feel obligated to do something because of the actions of another.” It was almost funny, Max saying all this yet his own shinobi career has had but one goal, one objective to reach at any cost. And it was completely due to the actions of another…
 
“Lower ranked jutsu, huh? Okay, that should be simple enough, though with the amount of power behind your chakra you could probably learn any technique you wanted.” With a chakra network as densely powerful as hers she had to be much stronger than she was letting on. “Do you know how to use Storage Displacement? It is incredibly handy to carry a bunch of stuff without weighing you down. I can also show you how to use the Temporary Paralysis Jutsu. It is a pretty useful move, as is the Body Flicker technique. If any of those sound good I can show you, though I’d rather not do so here. We could head over to the training grounds to avoid others distracting or getting caught in the jutsu’s path.” Max wasn’t about to use the jutsus here and now, as he wouldn’t put the citizens of Kumo in harm’s way without a good reason.

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Komori? Man that guy seemed to have some sort of odd hand in most things happening in the village. He WAS a Jounin and all, but Max was impressed with just how much he seemed to do for the village. He even managed to find this interesting specimen and bring it back to Kumo to bolster our ranks. “Yeah, Komori’s pretty cool. Did he show you his body yet?” Max would say this, referring to his Hozuki Hydro form of course. “I like the twins, though Komon seems to be just a smidge cooler.”
 
Max would head towards the training grounds and begin his lesson. At first he moved fairly quickly, assuming that someone with as powerful a chakra signature as her own would be able to keep up. When he noticed that she was lagging a bit behind he decided it would be best to keep at her pace and allow himself to see what all she was capable of.
 
It wouldn’t be too long before they both arrived at the training grounds. The area was pretty much empty at the moment, which would be great since there would be nobody to distract the young lady from learning.
 
"Alright, so the first thing I am going to teach you is the Storage Displacement jutsu. It should greatly help someone like yourself.” He would note that she had about the same muscle mass as one of his skeletal puppets… none. “There are only two hand seals to form, the Rat and then the Dog” Max would say, demonstrating slowly to make sure she can witness them and go from there. “Now, it’s a bit odd to think of, but when you focus your chakra I’d like you to try and focus on making an object disappear. Clearly picture the carried object in your mind and then imagine it being placed inside a portal of some sort. Maybe a window, or a door.” Trying to explain how to do this was incredibly hard since it was such a weird concept. Hopefully she would pick it up quickly, as Max wasn’t sure he could explain it much better than that. “The object should vanish in a flash of particles.”
 
Max would wait and see how she did with this one. If she couldn’t grasp it, he would simply move on to another technique and go from there.

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