Week 5

Ninjustsu: elementary, Genjutsu: wizards, Strategy and tactics:  mind place

“lets play wizards!” one of the other kids on the play ground suggested, but not to Hatchi. The boy sat alone today. His friend was home sick, and he sat lethargically ageist a tree now. He didn't really want to play, he'd have to get up, but maybe he could just go to his special place in his mind he went when he should be paying attention in class. This was his final year after all, he could slack of a little.
Now what sort of Wizard would be a good sort? He certainly would never pretend to be one, he thought that stuff was dorky, but he thought picture books with wizards were pretty cool. All sorts of knock-nacks all over, crystals and magic, maybe it was a good deal after all.
It would be pretty simple, to be a wizard that is. Mabe you were just born with it, or you were just given them. For free he hoped.
As the bell rang, Hatchi sat still, under he tree lost in thought, and only after about ten minutes did he realize everyone was gone off the play ground. He rushed back inside where class had already resumed. He wasn't embarrassed, this was a normal thing for the now preteen, but his teacher was none the less unhappy.  
He ventured back again though, once he was seated. Maybe this time he wasn't a wizard. Maybe this time he was with a dogs. Yeah! Lots of dogs! Running in a field. Okay maybe not running, maybe he was just throwing a ball and petting them.
He pictured an Akita then. Fawn in color, fluffy, and just a puppy, and that’s when it hit him, he was going to get an Akita! Ask his parents as soon as he gt home, and hopefully they would buy him one for graduation. Hanako would be her name. He would find or have made a cute pink colar with cherry blossoms on it.
A paper layed in front of him snapped him out of it.
“Whats this,” he asked.
“A pop quiz over the lesson I just gave,” the teacher responded and he paled.  

Covert opts: arrow, seduction: play book

“Oh for Christ’s sakes!” Hatchi swore, he'd been shot in the arm for the hundredth time by tiny arrows the academy used to train the kids. Not to large, just large though to stick in the skin and bleed. But they hurt just as well. Pulling out a cheat notebook from his pocket, he began reading up on how the arrow shooters worked, and how to disarm the simple machine.
With a huff he closed the book and went for a large stick. He prepared himself, and then proceeded to jump into the clearing. The launcher the proceeded to shoot him in the leg, and glaring at the teacher who was behind the machine.
“I have had it!” Hatchi stated, and hurled the stick at the machine, which knocked the thing so it was pointed up, and then ripped the tiny arrow from his leg to throw it at the teacher. This prevented him from fixing it. An arrow came from the barrel of the shooter, flew upwards, came back down and lodged itself in the same barrel.
Standing up and sighing, Hatchi was still not happy even after he'd won the game. He'd broken a sweat and he was tired, this had been far too much work.
“Did he really just..?” one of the other kids asked to their friend. And he had, though he wasn’t a confident guy, he just sort of played it off. It was what any ninja would have done after all.
Headed home then, he was surprised to hear his mother praise him when he told her about today's lesson. That nagging woman..he wasn't sure if she ever had a nice bone in her body.
“Hatchi I've been thinking,” he looked up from his snack to look at her as she spoke.
“Your graduating soon, and you've changed so much, I mean, you still don't do all you should but,” she rambled a bit, “but what about that puppy?”
“you mean it?” The boys eyes lit up. His mother nodded yes. Finally! His life’s ambition! A puppy! Just for him!