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You are Uzumaki Shiki, son of Uzumaki Naori and her partner Ryūzetsu, and a member of Konohagakure’s Team 15. For the first time in six months you’ve come home to the shinobi village Amegakure, together with your teammates who have just finished escorting a group of art merchants between the two villages you currently call home. There was some trouble on the road in the form of five deadbeat former genin who decided to try robbing your party, and they got much more than they bargained for – one of their guys is dead, one is in the hospital recovering from his wounds, and the other three are in prison by now.

It wasn’t even that you were trying to kill the guy, you simply threw an attack their way to create an opening for your teammates. But when two of your just enemies stood there and got hit instead of defending themselves properly, of course people were going to get seriously hurt or killed. Then again these were also the guys who thought that standing in the middle of the road in a group counted as an ‘ambush’, so maybe you had them overestimated from the start.

In any event you’re in Amegakure now, having arrived at your family home with your team to find your sister Makoto waiting for you. Needless to say, your teammates have found the whole experience so far to be rather confusing and surprising.

“It’s always been a bit... odd,” you admit with a slight frown. “Definitely formal, almost ritualized, but only in specific ways and at certain times.”

“Naori-ue in particular always acts way different with her close friends,” Makoto adds thoughtfully, putting words to what you’ve both long understood. “That’s how she was raised – with a really specific understanding of how to interact with certain people.”

“Our parents had a lot of rules,” you explain, walking over to one of the small cabinets and pulling out some cushions. “But they always explained the reasons for them, why they applied when they did and why they were sidelined when they were. And despite how busy they still are, they always made time for us.”

“Yeah no, both our parents are the kind of person to whom the people they love are the most important thing in the world,” Makoto shrugs before taking a cushion from your hand. “So while it made it hard to bring friends over, I think we were born lucky.”

“Not like we had many friends,” you sigh, “at least none our age.”

“Wait, why not?” Wasabi-kun frowns. You walk past her to set the electric kettle going. “Why wouldn’t you two be the most popular kids in the village – like some kinda mad cross between Boruto-kun and Sarada-kun?”

“... I think I might know the answer to that,” Sumire-kun speaks up in a soft voice. “Does your academy here have a ‘preview day’ like ours does in Konoha?”

“Yeah, it does,” you confirm. “Makoto and I sparred together.”

“You already knew ninjutsu and taijutsu by then?” Sumire continues. “Didn’t you?”
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Makoto nods. “We didn’t realize that most six-year-olds dodn’t have the chakra reserves of a chūnin.”

“I used the Ryūka technique,” you remember.

“Yeah, back then it was harder for you to not set stuff on fire!” Makoto laughs. “And I countered it with Mizurappa.”

“You were always a natural with suiton,” you chuckle. “Remember that time at your fifth birthday when you tried to blow out the candles and...”

Makoto frowns. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that?”

“... I don’t remember agreeing to anything.”

“So this is what having a sibling is like,” Wasabi muses.

Sumire glances at her. “I forgot that you’re an only child... it is nice, isn’t it?”

...

You make sure to provide your guests with tea and wagashi (melon-filled namagashi in this case), which they seem to enjoy sitting on the porch watching the rain fall on the garden (along with Momo and Ichigo, Makoto’s salamander summon, who ‘bask’ on some of the rocks). It’s an unusual if enjoyable moment of complete calm.

“Yeah, so sorry I’m a bit late,” Naori-ue apologizes upon appearing from her office, adjacent to the sitting room, where she has a hiraishin marked kunai on the wall behind her desk. “There was a training session I had to oversee in the 13th training grounds.”

“The one in poisoned village?” you frown. “What for?”

“Some of the chūnin needed a refresher on how to deal with toxic conditions,” your mother explains, “so I thought it was best that I be on-site for that.”

“No kidding,” Makoto shakes her head. “That place is still a deathtrap.”

“That was the village that was destroyed during the Third shinobi war,” Hanabi-sensei sighs. “To think it’s still uninhabitable after all these years.”

“What are you talking about?” Wasabi-kun asks.
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“There’s a small village near Amegakure’s old city that was exposed to so much poison during the Third shinobi war,” Hanabi-sensei explains, “that it had to be abandoned. There are lethal levels of heavy metals and other contaminants still contained in the soil, so Amegakure uses it as a special training ground.”

“We were taught a little about that war in our coursework,” Sumire muses, “but I had no idea it was so bad.”

“It shaped a lot of our history,” Naori-ue muses, and for a rare moment her tone is completely serious – before that moment passes. “Anyway, we should get you three moved in – you three can have one of the guest rooms, for sure.”

...

While Makoto and Ryūzetsu-ue are busy preparing dinner for guests – two of whom have yet to arrive – Naori-ue calls you over to the dojo. When you arrive you find it empty, except for your mother, two cushions on the floor, and two small teacups with a pot between them.

“Please,” she gestures to the unoccupied cusion, which you dutifully occupy by sitting in seiza atop it. “So yeah, you killed a man yesterday. I wanted to ask you now that we have a moment, how do you feel about that?”

“It’s difficult to say,” you admit.

- Naori -

“I didn’t even intend to kill him,” your son admits after a moment. “I threw that shuriken and duplicated it hoping to create an opportunity for my teammates – I didn’t expect any of them would get hit in the face like that.”

“It’s hard to predict that sort of outcome, for sure,” you agree with his implicit meaning that the death was actually somewhat of an accident. “That being said, they were trying sincerely to hurt or kill you and your team.”

>You shouldn’t feel concerned. Always fight other shinobi assuming they mean to kill you.
>It’s something to consider going forward – when you must kill, and when you must not.
>Was using the fūma shuriken an appropriate use of force? Was there a realistic alternative?
>Other?
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>>Was using the fūma shuriken an appropriate use of force? Was there a realistic alternative?
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>>Was using the fūma shuriken an appropriate use of force? Was there a realistic alternative?
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>>Was using the fūma shuriken an appropriate use of force? Was there a realistic alternative?
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>>You shouldn’t feel concerned. Always fight other shinobi assuming they mean to kill you.
>>Was using the fūma shuriken an appropriate use of force? Was there a realistic alternative?

"When you fight another shinobi, you should always assume that they intend to seriously injure or kill you. Assuming any less could get you killed for underestimating them. That said, you and Makoto have always had a problem with 'appropriate force'. Why do you think I don't use sage mode to end every fight I am in instantly? You need to learn to appropriately measure an enemy's capability, and meet them on or slightly above that level. Meeting every fight with overwhelming force is a good way to get sloppy when the time comes that you meet an opponent who can take it."
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>>You shouldn’t feel concerned. Always fight other shinobi assuming they mean to kill you.
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>It’s something to consider going forward – when you must kill, and when you must not.
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>>It’s something to consider going forward – when you must kill, and when you must not.
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>It's a balancing act. You'll always have to weigh appropriate force against the potential threat, and if you misjudge it you'll have to live with the consequences.