𝔢𝔵𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔯 .

𝖍arden   your   ℎe𝑎r𝑡   .    

[bakisensei]

         it     ain't     me,     it     ain't     me           …                       

independent,     selective,     and     private     writing     blog     for     kaze     no     baki,     of     kishimoto’s      naruto      series.     developed     by     sybil     since     2015(ish)      revamped     :     05/2025.     this     blog     is     mostly     compliant     with     the     canon     of     the     original     series,     but     has     no     connection     to     the     novelizations,     or     the     boruto     series. 

         i  ain't  no  fortunate  one .                                    

mature themes              …              will      be      present      on      this      blog.      such      as,      but      not      limited      to      :      violence,      gore,      (      specifically      mentions      of      EYE      gore.      ),       death,      and      war,      will      be      mentioned      and      talked      about      at      length      on      this      blog.       nsfw/usfw      themes      also      may      be      present      on      this      blog,      but      any      threads      will      be      written      in      private      for      my      own      comfort.     this     blog     is     twenty-one     plus     only.  high  to  medium  activity  .                                                                     

       NINJA           ID                :               38-212.       

[bakisensei]

Pale hues turned towards Baki in gentle curiosity. Delicate digits resting on aged paper from one of the multiple scrolls and books scattered across her temporary desk. Having spent several sleepless nights soaking in all the information she could. Taking advantage of the chilled night air that offered relief from the heat of the day.

Suna was so different from Konoha; it was certainly an adjustment period. The people here were proud and a bit rough around the edges, but overall kind and welcoming. It made her want to work even harder to prove their faith in her wouldn't be in vain. While their village's relationship with one another was certainly better now than it had been in the past, mostly thanks to Gaara and Naruto's close bond, many were still wary. Peace could easily be broken and the people, especially the civilians, would suffer the most if tensions were to rise. That's why it was still baffling to her that she was chosen to help continue to solidify that bond. They couldn't just rely on Naruto forever to keep the peace after all . . . and being the firstborn daughter of a noble clan's head meant she had plenty of training for politics.

Still . . . wasn't this all a little much for somebody who was still new to this? She had only dealt with small diplomatic instances until now. It made her nervous . . .

❝ Um . . . Baki? Can I . . . get your opinion on this? It's the first draft . . . for trade negotiations between our two clans. ❞ | From Hinata

It  was  well  past  time  to  leave.  At  least,  formally.  The  council  would  never  frown  upon  extra  hours  of  work—but  it  takes  discretion  and  age  to  figure  out  the  right  amount  of  extra  time  to  give;  Baki  had  long  mastered  that  juggling  act.  Though,  he  wasn't  sure  that  was  something  to  be  proud  of.  Lady  Hinata,  like  the  rest  of  the  chunnin  in  the  building,  had  yet  to  find  their  balancing  act.  Baki  pauses  by  the  corner  of  her  cluttered  desk,  shifting  some  files  he  had  yet  to  turn  in  under  his  arm.  “I'd  be  happy  to  help,  Lady  Hyuuga.  Though  I  fear  I'm  not  heavily  trained  for  bureaucracy."  His  run  as  a  Kage  was  short  and  unofficial.  Anything  he  did  pick  up  from  his  stint  was  quickly  forgotten,  unneeded  in  his  new  position.  “Lord  Baki,”  was  a  title  he  could  never  really  get  behind;  he  was  no  lord,  and  there  would  be  no  stone  statue  carved  in  his  likeness,  just  the  way  he  wanted  it.  This  was  not  his  generation  to  define;  it  was  Gaara's  time.  Lady  Hinata,  though  perhaps  unknowingly,  also  fell  into  such  a  space.  They  were  the  next  leaders,  and  Baki  was  honored  to  help  them  along  their  way. 

It  was  the  best  clemency  that  someone  like  him  could  have.  His  hands  perpetually  caked  in  blood  and  his  past  full  of  the  ghosts  of  his  mistakes—it  wasn't  often  that  shinobi  found  a  road  that  brought  them  clarity  after  all  they'd  done.  Usually,  the  “old  way,”  was  drinking  themselves  into  a  stupor,  an  early  grave;  all  the  old-timers  often  stated  that  the  smoothness  of  the  drink  took  away  the  darkness  hazing  their  memories.  Too  much  of  it,  though,  made  their  thoughts  slow  and  their  hands  shake.  Baki  watched  most  of  the  elite  ninja  of  his  time  stumble  home  into  gutters,  their  greatness  forgotten,  clouded  by  the  need  for  their  own  pardons  for  what  they've  done. 

This  next  generation  would  never  see  such  a  time.   “Pass  them  here;  I'll  look  over  them  for  you  before  I  file  these.” 

[bakisensei]

I think the funnest thing about Baki is that he’s just a regular guy with no real tragic background, apart from the loss of his eye, and shit just keeps happening to him

[bakisensei]

#he’s 29 planning an attack on a whole village ik his heart burn is insane

[bakisensei]

i didn't mean to frighten you.

“You  didn't,”  he  mutters.  Baki  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  he  was  truly  scared;  it  wasn't  an  emotion  that  he  came  by  naturally.   Fear  was  something  he  lost  during  his  time  in  the  academy—for  the  most  part,  anyway.  For  all  the  attempts,  he  never  could  fully  beat  it  from  his  subconscious.   [  The  loss  of  his  eye,  the  failed  invasion     …   ]   Mentally,  they  say  it's  healthy  to  feel  fear.  But  mental  health  was  still  new,  and  breaking  into  the  world  of  the  shinobi  and  Suna,  as  always,  was  decades  behind.  The  boy  didn't  frighten  him,  even  with  those  white,  emotionless  eyes  that  reflected  no  light.  The  Hyuuga  were  a  strange  people,  secretive  and  hollow,  though  even  someone  like  him  knew  they  were  one  of  the  most  powerful  clans  to  date;  but  even  that  did  little  to  instill  any  fear.   “I  just  didn't  think  anyone  else  was  here  yet.” 

BINGO BOOK LISTING. @unmeikatte .

[bakisensei]

"everyone is a field study to you." (from Tema)

First  and  foremost,  he  is  a  shinobi.  It  comes  with  the  job  to  study  his  surroundings;  it's  a  dead  man  that  lets  his  guard  down.  He  taught  them  that,  didn't  he?  It  was  hard  to  tell  what  he  taught  them  and  what  those  who  came  before  him  did—Baki  never  felt  like  a  real  teacher,  anyway.  He  was  told  to  stay  alive,  keep  Gaara  in  line,  and  do  what  he  could  for  the  other  two;  everything  in  between  those  orders  was  a  blur  now.   It  was  a  wonder  that  they  chose  to  stay  in  contact  with  him;  it  wasn't  like  he  did  anything  monumental  for  them.  Everything  that  happened  to  change  Gaara—to  change  them,  was  done  by  strangers.  Had  he  been  a  better  man,  he  would've  done  more.  But  he  wasn't,  and  he  couldn't  change  what  he  didn't  do.  Clearing  his  throat,  Baki  slanted  his  eye  towards  Temari.  “Why  shouldn't  they  be?  You  never  really  know  a  person.  Better  to  stay  on  your  toes." 

BINGO BOOK LISTING. @dreamawoken.

[notmorbid]

hot milk.

dialogue prompts from hot milk by deborah levy.

if my laptop is broken, so am i.

will you still be here in a month?

they used to film spaghetti westerns here.

i don't have an occupation, so much as i have a preoccupation.

i'm starting to think you want to keep me here.

i want a bigger life.

some things are getting bigger, but not the right things.

may i refer to you as _____?

identity is always difficult to guarantee.

memory is not always reliable.

jesus called his mother 'woman'.

i don't know why i'm so frightened.

i failed my test four times.

can you ride a horse?

i didn't mean to frighten you.

it's not your fault. i was frightened, anyway.

when i look in the mirror, i do not recognize myself.

you are always so far away.

you smell like the ocean. like a starfish.

i picked these flowers for you.

i want to mess up the story i've been told about myself.

my whole life has been about endurance.

my first enemy and adversary is endurance.

let's take twenty minutes for a coffee and a pastry.

where have you got to by trying to please everyone all the time?

it seems like i am always freaking you out.

does that feel nice?

shall i lie with you for a while?

if you want me to go away, why don't you say so?

i need to be bolder.

everyone is a field study to you.

you are getting bolder.

do i look like i am thriving?

i feel completely safe in your hands.

i will have to be your eyes.

have you ever said what you've meant in your life?

i am wounded with desire, and i am ready for the ordeal of love.

one is not born, but rather becomes, a chameleon.

guilt is very disabling.

i have no grip on time anymore.

my own sexuality is an enigma even to me.

i'm not sure what it is that you want for me.

my life isn't enviable. even i don't want it.

i suppose i am boring you. i am bored, too.

i am not okay, not at all, and haven't been for some time.

i'm not sure what the rules are anymore.

i am panging for artisan coffee.

are you anticapitalist?

all greek myths are about unhappy families.

i am freer than i've ever been.

you were only a child.

you look like a popstar.

all you need is a guitar and a band.

you are obsessed with me.

your boundaries are made from sand.

i do know how to keep a secret.

it's unfortunate. you are always here when i am here.

something about you touches me very deeply.

you're my _____. your pains are my pains.

i often fear the future has already happened.

i'm not sure what kind of reality i'm living in right now.

sleep is for happier people.

i'm afraid to sleep.

why are you dead, when you are alive?

we have to mourn our dead, but we cannot let them take over our life.

is it easier to surrender to death than to life?

[panelborn]

@bakisensei liked for a starter

"Gaara's teacher, huh?" Naruto's head tilted, looking at the man with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment.

"So… they pay you for doing nothing?" A boy who had not learned manners until too late in life. His question fell from his lips with no ill intent. To him, Gaara — and his siblings — didn't need something like a sensei. They appeared so great. Like they had been born with all their knowledge and powers. Not like him, who needed Kakashi to explain even the simplest things to him. He could not even imagine the same for the team from the sand.

[bakisensei]

“I'm  not  their  original  teacher.”  Baki  says  flippantly.  The  Kazekage's  children  had  gone  through  several  teachers  before  they  plucked  Baki's  name,  essentially,  from  a  hat.  He  had  done  nothing,  really,  but  stay  alive—which  was  his  only  direct  order  from  the  late  fourth  Kage,  who  was  running  out  of  disposable  ninjas  to  train  his  children.  Baki  was  disposable—an  elite,  but  a  nobody.  His  only  goal  was  staying  alive,  not  to  make  some  name  for  himself.  “I  only  trained  them  for  the  exams,”  he  goes  on.  “Now,  I'm  technically  their  subordinate,”  he  says,  but  there  is  no  anger  in  his  voice;  it's  simply  how  things  were,  and  he  was  proud  of  how  far  Gaara  had  come.  [  Notably,  with  no  help  from  him.  ]  “I  work  among  the  council  now.  That's  what  I  get  paid  for.” 

[bakisensei]

She  can't  be  much  older  than  nineteen,  Baki  surmises.  But  it's  not  her  age  that  bothers  him—it's  that  cloak.  “Fine,”  Baki  says,  “but  whatever  it  is  you're  looking  for  isn't  in  those  files.  "  Those  files  were  mundane  genin  checks,  house-sitting,  animal  rescuing;  the  works  of  d-ranks.  He  doesn't  bother  asking  how  she  got  in;  it  was  the  changing  of  the  guard,  it  was  the  unlatched  window  the  last  chunnin  forgot  to  check—it  shouldn't  be  his  problem;  this  place  should've  been  locked  down.      Another  kink  in  the  armor.         Crossing  his  arms,  Baki  keeps  his  eye  on  her.  He  has  no  desire  to  fight  women  or  teenagers;  he  doesn't  yearn  for  confrontation  at  all,  but  that  doesn't  mean  he'll  shy  away  from  it.  [  Some  might  say  that  Suna  ninjas  don't  have  a  healthy  fear  of  it.  ]  “I  don't  know  where  you've  come  from  or  what  you're  doing—but  you  won't  be  walking  out  of  here  with  anything.  Might  as  well  leave  peacefully.”

@kaminoshisha cont.

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[bakisensei]

I am home ♡ I'll save the sappy posts but I had an amazing time and @kakahshi is a wonderful person who I love so deeply.

[bakisensei]

I think the funnest thing about Baki is that he’s just a regular guy with no real tragic background, apart from the loss of his eye, and shit just keeps happening to him

[mindofsting]

@animangacreators challenge #3: alphabet challenge

G -> GAARA

[gloomglimmer]

›   FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS    →    receiver   to   sender.

brushing   hair   behind   their   ear

hands   grazing   while   reaching   for   the   same   object

catching   them   by   the   waist

helping   them   up   and   not   letting   go

fixing   their   collar   or   necklace

knees   bumping   under   the   table

tucking   something   off   their   face

draping   a   coat   over   their   shoulders

pinkies   brushing

falling   asleep   on   their   shoulder

touching   their   wrist

hand   falling   over   theirs   mid-laugh

fixing   their   tie   or   jewelry

whispering   with   a   hand   on   their   knee

lingering   touch   while   passing   an   object

playful   hand   to   the   chest

hands   meeting   in   the   dark

wiping   away   a   tear

stopping   them   by   the   wrist

buttoning   their   shirt   or   jacket

dancing   for   the   first   time

hands   meeting   over   a   shared   item

tending   to   a   wound

shoulder   bump   turning   into   leaning

touching   their   heart

cleaning   a   cut

brushing   hands   at   an   event

tripping   into   their   arms

untying   them   from   restraints

fastening   a   necklace

shoulders   brushing   in   a   crowd

helping   with   a   coat

adjusting   their   posture

guiding   with   a   hand   on   the   back

brushing   something   off   their   shoulder

carrying   them

hiding   in   a   tight   space

dabbing   a   cut   on   the   lip

steadying   them   over   a   step

holding   their   hand   while   dazed

falling   into   each   other

cupping   their   face

pulling   them   into   a   protective   hold

holding   hands   after   a   nightmare

sharing   a   coat   pocket

removing   something   from   their   face

helping   unzip   a   dress

brushing   hair   off   their   forehead

touching   their   cheek   while   laughing

tracing   a   faint   scar   or   mark

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back

resting   their   chin   on   their   shoulder

reaching   out   to   stop   them   mid-step

straightening   their   glasses   or   hat

helping   them   into   a   seat

lifting   them   over   a   puddle   or   obstacle

touching   their   jaw   while   talking

fixing   a   loose   button   or   strap

cleaning   something   off   their   lip

giving   their   hand   a   reassuring   squeeze

resting   their   hand   on   the   small   of   their   back

brushing   snow   or   dust   from   their   hair

holding   their   hand   during   a   scary   moment

steadying   them   as   they   climb   or   balance

touching   their   arm   to   get   their   attention

pulling   them   close   for   a   photo

grabbing   their   hand   to   run   together

placing   their   hand   over   theirs

pinning   a   flower   or   corsage   on   their   outfit

sliding   fingers   into   theirs   during   silence

wiping   a   smudge   off   their   face

catching   them   as   they   faint

brushing   dirt   from   their   cheek

pulling   them   into   shelter   from   rain

slipping   their   hand   into   a   pocket   for   warmth

leaning   against   their   shoulder   while   laughing

reaching   for   them   in   the   dark

resting   a   head   on   their   lap

catching   their   face   before   a   fall

holding   them   upright   while   tipsy

brushing   fingers   along   their   sleeve

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing   or   writing

removing   an   eyelash   from   their   cheek

helping   them   zip   up   a   coat

pulling   a   twig   from   their   hair

offering   their   hand   to   dance

cradling   their   hand   during   a   tense   moment

brushing   past   them   in   a   narrow   hallway

clasping   their   arm   to   steady   them

pressing   their   forehead   to   theirs

leaning   in   to   whisper   against   their   ear

holding   onto   their   sleeve

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh

smoothing   their   hair   gently

tracing   a   line   across   their   palm

gently   lifting   their   chin

bumping   into   them   and   staying   close

catching   their   hand   mid-gesture

brushing   crumbs   off   their   lips

squeezing   their   arm   for   comfort

[bakisensei]

well, congratulations. you are the talk of the town. hehe hiiii no rush 2 reply btw !! hoping u have tons and tons of fun on your trip <3

"Hmm."   There  was  a  slight  uproar  when  they  appointed  him  as    …  temporary  kage.  Better  options  could've  been  found  at  the  bottom  of  a  wine  cask.  Baki  knew  he  was  a  good  shinobi,  but  that's  not  what  solely  makes  a  good  kage—and  for  all  the  knowledge  he  lacked,  someone  else  on  the  council  had  triple. 

Most,  if  not  all  of  it,  was  probably  about  Gaara  anyway.  About  how  Baki  already  appointed  him  as  his  successor.  The  council  couldn't  sway  Baki  in  any  other  direction,  and  that  was  labeled  as  a  fault.  He  knew  better  than  most  of  them  how  much  the  appointed  “arms  and  legs”  of  the  country  were  treated—what  they  needed. 

He  was  steadfast  and  honest,  simple.  His  run  as  Kazekage  didn't  need  to  be  one  that  made  history;  as  long  as  he  didn't  put  the  land  of  wind  to  ruin,  he'd  be  happy  to  be  forgotten  to  the  sands  of  time.  Gaara,  after  him,  would  be  the  youngest  kage  in  history  and  the  best  one  to  date.  In  Baki's  humble  opinion. 

“I  highly  doubt  it's  interesting  talk.” 

CLOSED BINGO BOOK LISTING. @sieirie

[freakoutgirl]

perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.

[akasunaa]

"It's foolish."

She doesn't turn to face him, her brows frowning slightly. Such concept that comes naturally to others is completely foreign to her; in part to her personal upbringing. Old memories and feelings threatens to surface but are quickly repressed. She's been getting good at it compared to her early years.

". . . . .They're setting themselves for failure. What if one of them dies in a mission? The other won't be of much use anymore. And both dying? Everything will be for nothing. Soon they will be forgotten, and the feelings they nurtured for so long will be meaningless."

Fleeting things are extremely irritating. If she's going to dedicate time and effort into something, it will have to last an eternity. She's been doing it with her puppets; if only it worked the same for everything else—

At this point she's well aware of the direction Baki is trying to lead her on their little chat, and is firm on the idea; why not tease him a little?

"Who are you planning to propose to?"

[bakisensei]

“They  aren't  attached  at  the  hip,  Sasori.”  Baki  says,  lifting  her  arm  like  a  ball-jointed  doll  and  studying  the  faint  scars  that  littered  the  pale  skin.  “If  one  of  them  did  die,  then  they'd  mourn  and  go  back  to  work.  Like  anyone  else.”  If  one  of  them  died  now,  it  would  be  quite  the  same,  he  thinks.  The  marriage  is  really  just  a  formality. 

“They  just  want  people  to  know  they're  dedicated  to  each  other.”  He  mutters,  dropping  her  arm  and  twisting  his  under  his  head  as  a  mock  pillow.  “Say  they  did  get  married,  had  a  kid,  and  one  of  them  would  just  simply  retire.  The  better  one  would  stay  in  action.”  Baki  offers  up  his     …    solution  like  he's  been  through  this  numerous  times.  “Their  feelings  won't  be  useless,”  he  argues;  “even  after  death  that  wouldn't  take  away  how  much  they  cared  about  each  other.  They'd  just  be  buried  with  it." 

The  question  catches  him  off  guard      …      even  if  he  was  thinking  it.     “No  one,"  he  says  quickly.  “I  was  just     …   you  know,  talking  about  nothing.” 

[bakisensei]

It  would  be  her  relation.  The  gods  and  their  infinite  mercy  love  to  play  such  tricks  on  him.  Out  of  all  the  Hyuuga  to  be  sentenced  with     …     Baki  swats  a  hapless  fly  that  made  the  mistake  of  landing  on  the  back  of  his  neck.  He  hopes  the  moment  would  pass,  the  words,  the  questions  dissipating  into  the  air  around  them;  but  as  the  minutes  tick  by—the  question  sets  in  stone,  and  Baki  realizes  that  he  must  atone  for  something. 

He  is  sure  that  in  Nana's  stories,  he's  no  prince—let  alone  a  hero. 

He  searches  for  something  in  the  young  man’s  face,  anything  that  resembles  Nana,  but  he  finds  very  little  around  the  faux  moon  eyes.   “I  remember  her,”  he  says.  He  keeps  his  face  even,  despite  any  mention  of  Nana  being  enough  to  ignite  some  strange  sense  of  anticipation  in  him.

“The  lady  Nana,  I  hope  she’s  well.”

CONT. @UNMEIKATTE.