Are we even allowed to vote for a lore update?
"You can have two hours to gather your gear, read each other in on your abilities, and do whatever prep you need, but you will leave tonight. All the codes and recognition signs you'll need are in the packet." Jiraiya turned to Akane. "Ishihara, your parents can be told that you're in the field for a few weeks. You are not to tell them anything else about this situation. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Good. Any questions?" He paused while the team looked back and forth uncertainly. "Okay, good. Get out of here."
Kagome, the Genin, and their new squad leader all turned to exit. All except Hazou.
"Lore Update." His eyes unfocused as he stared off into the distance, which failed to materialize thirty meters behind the Hokage's forehead.
There was a moment of awkward silence, and a few furtive glances exchanged. Minami whispered something to Keiko, who turned, paused momentarily, and then shook her head. Noburi shifted nervously, unsure what to do with himself. Kagome, who had already exited the office, doubled back and glanced around as if to inquire what the holdup was.
Eventually, when it was apparent that Hazou wasn't going to continue, Jiraiya cleared his throat, not so subtly letting the annoyance seep into his voice. "Uhm. Hazou? Did you have a question?"
No response.
Jiraiya stood abruptly, his eyes narrowing and his face contorting into something that was a mixture of frustration and worry. He stepped to the side and followed Hazou's gaze to the wall, as the boy continued to stare straight ahead in an apparent stupor.
"Uhh... You okay there, kid?" Jiraiya inquired, waving his hand slowly back and forth.
With an nervous laugh, Noburi cut in. "Oh, I'm sure he's just tired is all. A full day of training, research,
listmaking... you know, the usual." Cautiously, he strode up and grabbed his nuisance of a friend by the shoulder, muttering just loud enough to be heard. "Hazou, you fucking doofus! Let's go and stop wasting the Hokage's t--"
"YOU STINKING FUCKING SAGE-STINKER LUPCHANZED MY APPRENTICE!"
The lurking ANBU were just a hair too slow. The explosions that followed were
felt, not heard, clear across the village.
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"Uhm. Hazou? Did you have... a question?" Jiraiya blinked.
Hazou abruptly snapped to, shaking his head and looking about. Catching Jiraiya's eyes locked on him in virtual death-glare, he immediately went pale, and rubbed at the back of his head with a stammer. "Oh? Uh, no, sorry, I uh... I mean." Eventually his wits caught up with him and he stood at attention. "No, Hokage-sama. No questions. Please forgive my inattentiveness."
Jiraiya regarded him cooly in silence. He had sat back down, elbows resting at the top of the Hokage's desk--his desk, now--with fingers laced in front of him.
"Sir. I meant no disrespect," Hazou rushed to add, clearly flustered. "Just, uh, so much to process at once."
"Indeed." Jiraiya replied, hardly waiting for the boy to finish. He waved his hand with a snap. "All of you,
out. Now. Not a word. Except Hazou." He motioned to a chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."
Kagome had looked to say something, but thought better of it as a pair of ANBU swooped in from nowhere. The team reluctantly left without fuss. Keiko, last to leave just before the ANBU, turned back as she exited with a worried glance for her teammate.
Another awkward moment passed as the room was cleared and the door slid shut.
Jiraiya burst into laughter. "You too, huh?"
Terrified out of his wits, Hazou only
just kept himself composed through sheer force of will, even with his bloodline. His knuckles whitened as he gripped at his knees. Seeing as Jiraiya was still recovering from his outburst, he waited to respond until a respectful amount of time had passed. "'Me too?' Sir? I don't unders--"
Jiraiya's demeanor changed in an instant, and he slammed a hand down on the desk. "Bullshit! I mean, I had my suspicions, but..."
A pause.
"Wait, what?" He rubbed at his chin. "No shit. You mean you really don't know?"
Hazou could barely breathe, much less form a coherent response.
Finally, the Hokage stood, hands on hips, and addressed the fourth wall directly. "The fuck are y'all smoking? You're going to get him killed! I can hardly believe you all managed this much with only subconscious direction. You must have some
really damn forgiving GMs. Back in my day--"
Jiraiya's voice faded out. The world darkened from the edges of Hazou's vision, and he suddenly felt like he was both burning up and too cold at the same time. As the realization dawned on him, his eyes went wide in horror and he began to hyperventilate.
He thought he had escaped. He thought he was safe. But no.
He had looked too long, spent too much time thinking about them. And now?
Now he was taken by the Out.
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Jiraiya wasn't done, even though
@Vecht's phone battery was nearing the critical range and he had work in the morning. With some strain, the fucking stinker forcefully wrested narrative focus back upon himself.
He was still in the same spot, still directly addressing the fourth wall as Hazou sobbed in a fetal position on the floor.
"Guys, no friggen Lore Updates, okay? I mean, you can if you really want, but we have to tie this thing to the prompt somehow, and the battery really is about to die."