Chapter 5: CH5: Utility Jutsu
He opened the door to the classroom, followed by the guy who pushed Naruto into kissing Sasuke and some girl who practically faded into the background. If he wasn't sure, he was on a team of nobody background characters before the giant snake that shot out of the door he opened clued him in.
The snake was big, black, and happily bared its fangs. "Hello, my name is Mamba; nice to meet you," Mamba said.
The girl was already running down the steps, and the guy pissed himself before following her. It was like they never saw a huge snake before. He turned to see a massive banner and torches lit in the classroom. Silas grabbed the big snake and dragged it into the classroom.
"Welcome to team Anko." Anko cheered as Silas walked the snake back into the room and shut the door leaving the other nobody outside.
"I don't think they're coming back, Ms. Anko." The giant snake said.
"Nah, I'm sure they thought you were so beautiful they had to run to the local pet store and get you some treats. The guy was so overblown with your serpentine beauty that he lost control of his bladder and pissed himself.." Silas said.
"What kind of snacks do you think they'll bring back?" The snake asked while Anko's lips twitched.
"Frozen mice," Anko said.
"They shouldn't bother then; too cold." The summon said.
Ok, snakes were awesome, and their sage mode was way better than the toads. Silas decided to go ahead and put the idea that he wanted to summon snakes in Anko and, more importantly, Mamba's head.
"Anko, can I sign the snake summoning contract," Silas asked.
His new sensei froze for a second before crossing her arms. "Unfortunately, my traitorous bastard of a sensei has it. The only way for you to get it is if you steal it from him."
"Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll let you. We are the best summons around." Mamba said.
"They probably aren't coming back; you might as well return home, Mamba," Anko said.
Mamba vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving him alone with Anko.
"Alright, let's jump to the chase. If the other two had managed to enter the classroom, I would have added them to the team without further testing, but Mamba scared them off. So, you're now my only genin student congratulations, you passed with flying colors. The first thing we'll work on is your shitty chakra pool. The best way to handle that is to use it up. So, I'm going to give you a jutsu."
She handed him a scroll, and he read the jutsu over. "I don't understand," Silas said.
"Don't worry; we already have twelve D ranks for tomorrow. But first, follow me to the training ground east side run-down factory to train your new jutsu." Anko vanished in a swirl of leaves.
Silas sighed and got up before leaving the classroom.
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Training ground run-down factory was surprisingly a run-down factory with nothing to do with ninjas. There was lots of old scrap iron thrown about for training. He had a feeling he knew what the D ranks were for too.
Silas read through the jutsu again. The hand signs were easy knowing why she taught it to him was hard. A tiny bright white flame hovered at the end of two fingertips. This wasn't a jutsu for fighting; it was the jutsu for welding metal together. After Silas felt he had a handle on the chakra drain and power of the jutsu, he canceled it. Despite being at the end of his fingertips, he wasn't burned, not from any protective aspects of the jutsu but his ridiculous durability and regeneration.
To keep himself from going blind from the jutsu, he shielded his eyes with chakra darkening his sight. It wasn't terribly hard to darken his vision with chakra since he had already used it to increase his senses.
Silas had a question. Konoha was mostly wood; there weren't many metal buildings to speak of, so why not a different jutsu. Or was he completely wrong?
"Why did you teach me the welding jutsu?" Silas asked.
He knew the answer, and she knew he knew by the smirk on her face. "Welding pays out the nose because not many genin can afford a welding glove. Chunin make their money elsewhere. And Jonin don't do menial work."
Oh, she wanted to see if he would lose some fingers.
Silas narrowed his eyes and opened the scroll wider. The scroll showed an illustration of a genin burning off their fingers, and he flipped it around.
"Did you expect me to burn my fingers off?" Silas asked.
"I expected you to read the whole thing before trying the jutsu, brat. What did they teach you in that academy?" Anko asked.
"Fair, but this isn't the jutsu I expected to learn from you or the one I wanted. Speaking of jutsu, do you happen to have a jutsu that makes your tongue grow super long and strong?" Silas asked.
Anko went from smiling sensei to pissed in half a second. "That snake-faced bastard kept promising to teach it to me later. Do you know how much Dango I could taste with that jutsu?"
"Good to know where your priorities lie. I wanted it for other pursuits." Silas said
"Sex stuff, I know, you're as subtle as a bull moose in rut. Don't count on getting your hands on it. Even if you went rogue, he probably wouldn't teach it to you. He knows how to keep the carrot just out of your reach until there's no escape." Anko said serious for once.
"I'll rediscover it then. So, I'm just going to weld." Silas said.
"You will until your chakra is half spent, then we're going to spar and repeat. Now get started. I'll inspect your work when you're done." Anko said.
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For the rest of that day, he welded pieces of scrap metal. The first few welds had cracked beads as he adjusted to the jutsu powering it with his chakra for minutes at a time. Anko clearly wasn't telling him something, but he worked until his chakra was halfway exhausted and stopped. His sensei snapped awake from her nap and stood up, yawning.
Anko was on him instantly, her fist smashed against his face, and he felt blood in his mouth for a moment before the injury healed. Anko withdrew her fist and grinned.
"Any other brat would lack a head right now. It would have popped like a balloon. But my cute little genin is made of tougher stuff. Let's see what you got."
He fell into the academy stance and fell into the back foot. Anko predicted his every attack and had counters twelve steps ahead of him without even trying. He moved at his top speed, and she wasn't bothered. Even as he held back less, it didn't matter; she easily surpassed his speed and strength. Not that it mattered; he couldn't hit her outside of a block, no matter what he tried.
Anko practically flowed between his textbook academy punches and kicks to rain down quick, punishing blows like a striking snake. She hit harder than him, but his regeneration kept him in the fight until she called it.
"Not bad for your first time sparing with someone stronger, but you rely too much on your durability and regeneration. Even if you have that advantage, you should limit how many hits you take, or your opponent will change their strategy. For example, I would have used various types of poison to overwhelm your regeneration. So, in our next spar, try to take fewer hits. You're a ninja deception is in the job description. Act like taking hits matters, and your opponent will waste their energy on something that won't work." Anko said.
"If that happened, I would swap to mid-range attacks," Silas said.
"Your silver flame bloodline limit isn't something you should throw around casually. That dumpster was burned to slag in seconds; how well can you put out your flames. I don't want you turning the world into a fiery hellscape." Anko said.
Silas produced a silver flame over his palm and extinguished it. "That's easy when the flame is small, but if it gets big, it fights back. If I'm not allowed to use it, I'll need to find a substitute." Silas said.
"Welding first, trust me, anything you want to do is easier with money," Anko said.
He was pretty sure Anko got a cut out of his missions.
With his chakra pool mostly back to 100%, he went back to welding while Anko napped or read porn. It was boringly repetitive, and Anko was boring to fight. Her snake style seemed effective at first glance, but as a pure fighting style, it was filled with weaknesses like a lack of commitment. Fighting her pissed him off because she couldn't damage him, and he couldn't force her into a grapple to pit their strength against each other. His academy style was the most martial art thing he had, but it lacked grapples, so he would need to take a trip to the library soon. Also, his training didn't give him time to study sealing; it was just welding. To top it all off, he could smell Anko getting wet. He could practically taste her pussy, which was distracting as hell.
Apparently, Icha Icha was popular with the ladies. If he wasn't here, Anko would probably masturbate, or maybe she enjoyed edging like that weirdo Kakashi.
They sparred off and on until he started getting beads with fewer cracks. With each clash, he got a little better at dodging, but he was getting frustrated. Anko was playing with fire.
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