It didn’t take long for Demi to arrive at the meeting spot; a small clearing outside the village nestled against a mountainside. She had no idea what she was doing her and truthfully she didn’t even want to know, she would much rather prefer to be waking Yoko up with a bucket of nice ice cold water. Demi didn’t have to wait long as her father suddenly walked out of the side of the mountain.
“Ah, hello Demise. It is good to see you; you have grown quite a bit. What are you 12 now?”
Demi looked at the ground, her hair falling in front of her face, clearly not amused by him.
“It’s Demi and I’m 14. It’s only logical for me to have grown; you were last here 6 years ago.”
Havoc, her father, frowned at her obvious discontent.
“Ah yes, your mother’s funeral; sad day it was. Regardless I am here to pass on my family’s jutsu; the golem technique. The technique that allows us to turn the tide of battle in an instant by summoning an army of our own.”
Perhaps this is what that dream had been trying to tell her all these years; it was a yearning to learn her clans jutsu, a means to win against unimaginable odds. Demi still did not like the fact that her father was here but she had no real reason to distrust or to decline his offer of teaching her.
“So you’re going to teach me this jutsu?”
Havoc grinned, to people that didn’t know him they would merely think he is pleased but to people that had seen that smile before would know that his plans are coming together all too perfectly.
“Right, let’s get started then. Earth Release: Golem Technique”
Havoc forms three hand signs, slow enough so that Demi could follow them. Rubble starts to peel away from the ground and pile up until it forms into the shape of a golem, towering over Havoc.
“Try to imitate my golem’s shape but create it much smaller, about half your size.”
Demi followed his hand signs to the exact detail, channeling her chakra like the village academy had taught her. The sand at her feet began to shake however no rubble or even small rocks began to move. Demi focused harder, eyebrows furrowing her forehead, beads of sweat starting to appear. Small pieces of rock began to move, gradually getting bigger until a small pile of rubble had formed when suddenly the pile collapsed and ceased movement; lifeless once again.
“Focus Demise, visualize the shape of the golem and concentrate; bend the earth to your will.”
Demi sighed quite heavily, already winded from her first attempt, and began the jutsu anew. This time however it was slightly easier with the rubble already being collected into a pile. Demi began to sweat more heavily as the rubble began to rise up into a pillar; not yet resembling a golem.
“Make it take shape Demise! This is your family’s legacy!”
Havoc snapped at her making her lose concentration, Demi crumpling to the ground and breathing heavily. She raises her head and lets it flop back as she looks up at the sky, a red hue to the sky as she snaps her head forward and looks towards the horizon, the sun setting.
“It can’t be afternoon already; I woke up no more than an hour ago.”
Havoc grunted is disapproval.
“If only. It took you a full day to get to that stage, the rubble barely moved as you were shaping it. ”
Demi let her head sink forward, her face now cool with her sweat and the setting sun, a chill creeping over her body.
“Go home; you lack the talent for this technique. I’ll have to find another to teach it to.”
Demi lifts her head and stares at him, eyes full of contempt. Was this not a family jutsu? How is she so easily replaceable if he has to teach it to someone in the clan?
“I thought you said this was the family’s legacy? How can you so easily replace one of the clan?!”
Demi was clearly not satisfied with his statement and his lack of interest in her even though she was his daughter. Havoc looks at her displeased and answers rather simply.
“I had hoped it would motivate you to try harder. I am merely looking for a protégé. It would have been nice if it could be kept in the family however it is not necessary, talent is what is needed not blood.”
Demi grits her teeth, he had lied to her and what’s worse than that is that she could shape some lousy earth. How much talent does it really take to mould a lump of dirt? Demi continued to sit there long after Havoc had left and his footsteps had faded into the night.
I’ll show him.
I’ll prove to him that I have talent. I’ll surpass what he expects of me |