Me note: Ya, sorry for the lame style, I am really getting attached to the word lame, anyway, this is like a very unpolished story filled with lameness (told you) and weird names (I mostly used anagrams of real names, how shrewd) and I know, the ending and the plot is lame, so, em, beware and welcome to lameness.
Chronicles Of Borrowed Borrowed Books And A Nutty Ninja Aka Me
"How to be aware of the situation and use your time wisely if you have to wait before infiltrating?", seriously, that is the topic of today's ninja tactics class, but the teacher got sick. So, the only nine ninja students, except me, in the class are hanging around simply like hypnotized vampires, the almost cloudy atmosphere helps with the vibe.
The rest of the students chose the samurai course, so they are probably in a class about how to act cocky in battle or something. Samurai classes really lack life skill learning, like… using your time wisely.
Welp, I wisely take my small black backpack and wisely sit down on the comfiest of the hard creaky chairs scattered here and there, tactics class is literally a mess. Then, I wisely open the bag and take out a bottle of ginger flavored water (currently wisely stuck in a ginger vibe).
About to read the rest of the fantasy-adventure-romance book, borrowed from the person who borrowed it from the school library, probably Evad. I really need to keep it where I found it before the due date (which is eras away), so nobody notices that I borrowed it (I’m learning to be a ninja!, aka spy/stealthy-info-collector/magnificent -liar, DEFINITELY NOT a samurai aka virtuous, courteous, marvelous warrior), and, ya, for now, I am going to use my time wisely, for reading.
Someone punches on my shoulder,
“You insufferable turkey, wake up for the next class!”
I pluck my eyes from the last page of the book to yawn towards my elegantly polite classmate
“Whatever” I mutter as they sprint down the staircase just outside the Tactics class.
Wait… The Next Class!? HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN READING?
I jump up to trip over my own sandals,
When did those get off?!
I keep the book on the chair, try to put on the sandals standing, overbalance and fall again. I know,
I know, black sandals with extra thick soles are not typical ninja footwear but… why do I have to trip so much because of them?
I NEED to get to…
History? Oh no!
I finish hopping around on one leg, grab my bag and jump down the stairs two or three at a time. To bolt weirdly towards the history class, which is wisely miles away from tactics!
Trying to remember the last history class while trying to close a backpack and running is a extraordinarily stupid task, and then, I see Ahgan walking towards History too, distraction, distraction , thus, I trip!, but, wait, walking?
I get up, dust my shoulder and elbow and try to catch up to Ahgan, who is strolling as if nothing will ever get her to care. That’s also a bit true, well, she is not actually stuck up, just the kind of tsundere who never gets that… friendly? A lot talkative, snarky and great at comebacks and puns when open? Sure. But show me a person (other than me) who would call Ahgan sweet.
I almost catch up at last
“Hey,… panther.” I speak in between gasps, “What… are ya… doing?”
Ahgan tenses up and then looks over
“Eh, oh, you. Well, hey horse, I’m… being late for History?”
I pant a bit more before answering
“Well, ya don’t… look th— wait, we have… Common History today?”
“Yes, nerd, did you ‘misunderstand the calendar’ again today?”
“Can’t anyone let go of that yet?, like that was… one month ago!”
“When you said that you didn’t study for the swords test because you misunderstood the calendar? Oh god, I can’t believe you sometimes!”
I blush, well not technically, but if my skin was tad lighter, I’d be crimson, because… I MIGHT have a crush on Ahgan? And in my terms, being unbelievable is like THE BEST COMPLIMENT.
Suddenly Ahgan cocks her head towards my feet
“Eh, you are wearing the sandals wrong.”
I look down and see my right sandal on my left foot and the left one on my right foot, wait, how did she notice that?
“Who cares, and I really DID misunderstand the calendar! Like totally!”
“Why couldn’t you say that you got the date wrong or that you forgot or something like that, misunderstanding the calendar though? And saying that as if you were saying that you discovered a unbeatable kata?” She strolls on in her initial pace “But Ms. Bahtyhatbat is not going to laugh at your phrasing, you better hurry.”
“Eh… then why are you walking so slow? What are you goin’ to say?”
“Hm… you might be the only one on a Tuesday —”
“Today is… a Friday.”
“Fri… day? Twentieth, right?”
“Oh my! Wait, wait, wait, you guys have the library break on which day?”
Ahgan furrows her eyebrows
“Friday. What’s the problem?”
I swing my bag to open it and look inside, WAIT! Where did that book go? Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!, we are almost in the History class and this is the time I notice that I left the book in Tactics?!
I look at my bulky watch, yaaa, History is half-over, entering late is one thing, but not even showing your face? Three times in a row? I’m DOOMED! But I can’t let my borrowing-library-books be noticed! And Evad might end up in horrendous trouble because the Library is next. ARHHH! I take a solid about turn.
“Bye, I-need-to-do-something-insanely-important!, misunderstood-the-calendar, no-need-to-cover-up-and-try-to-get-to-History-class-before-it’s-over.”
“Yep, I’ll try, airhead,”
And Ahgan resumes strolling just like that, peacefully under the overcast sky.
I run back to the Tactics class, almost tripping trice, and at last reach the insufferable staircase. I climb, and gasp and pant, climb, gasp, pant, climb, gasp, pant, climb, gasp, pant until I get to the top. I overdid it! I OVERDID IT! I AM GOING TO DIE GASPING FOR DEATH!, eh, I mean BREATH!
The humdrum thoughts gets pushed back, BECAUSE THE BOOK IS NOT IN THE CHAIR. Wait, what? WHERE IN THE SEVEN WORLD DID IT GO?
I see and grab my bottle of ginger water and search around the deserted room for the book but the only thing I find is the plotted points for my essay on the comparison of tanto and katana (Am I this brainless? Katana are capable of counter striking!).
This Book Needs To Be Attained! And I don’t know where it is! Arh! Wait, what if it is put in the lost and found corner or somethin’? I take a final look around the room, grab my black backpack (I can’t lose that! There are more borrowed books in there! Oop, well none is past due,… hitherto, one will be, on Monday) and reasonlessly stuff my essay-plan into my pocket before soaring down the staircase, passing the meditation teacher, er, and hoping that he didn’t see me.
I reach the assisting office, panting and gasping and huffing and puffing, the central desk is blocked by a small crowd of injured samurai students (dumbos!).
“Did You Get A Lost Book?”
“DID YOU GET A LOST BOOK!?”
“No! and keep your voice down!” A pleasant but irritated female voice replies
“OKAY!” I yell louder
Eh, I am pursuing an overdue book, not practicing ki-ai, but oh, I’m dead and buried plus settled in afterlife if someone finds out that I am the yelling, class-skipping, library-book-borrowing, astoundingly-stupid ninja (who has a crush on a somehow popular ‘n’ pretty samurai?), SWEET.
But of course, the pursuit must continue, but to where now?
I DON’T KNOW!
Darn it all!
I check my watch, Not Much Time Left Now! I unthinkingly sprint back to the Tactics class… I reach there and— WAIT, WHAT?
The Meditation Teacher (name unknown) Is Reading The Book, Like,
I mean, THE BOOK!, THE BOOK!, THE BOOK is found!
I literally try to jump the rest of the way, trip, and roll down the stairs.
Ahtiay and Evad just looked more confused after the elongated version of my truthful narration of how Evad’s library book inexplicably got into the unnamed meditation teacher’s hands and how I fell so bad that I couldn’t move my left elbow or knee. I guess all the people going to the assisting office because injuries are not dumbos, but I certainly am.
Because I have to contemplate something new now. Welp, let’s wisely round up the facts-
#The school is closed for one week from Monday because of coming heavy rain and fast winds.
#This book I’m holding will have to be returned tomorrow if Akitna have to escape trouble because the library won’t open on Monday.
#And there’s no way I can walk (or run or climb stairs or gasp for air) without feeling grand pain.
Er..., Em..., Eh...,
I guess I can always start by reading the blurb?
‘This young and inexperienced ninja will have to revive the symbol of peace on time, or the war will break out and chaos will spread. This will require going to extreme lengths and surviving painful hurdles, but there is only one question facing the ninja, can it be done without dying?’
Eh,… hope so