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Post by Asami Amakura on Thu Nov 30, 2017 1:58 pm

Finally. That day had arrived. A new year, a new season, and a new generation of shinobi taking their first steps towards a future where ninja were part of a society. A pivotal pawn in the greater scheme of things, in which their talents weren't used much longer for spying and assassination, but to defend the people they cared about. Asami was one of those youngsters. She wasn't really born in a time where Sunagakure existed, but she was raised with the values they'd cherish today, taught by veterans of countless conflicts and wars.

Despite it being her first day, Asami seemed quite confident. She had set her mind to learning the Water Walking Technique her father used to cheat during the tag games they played, and aimed to defeat her father one day or another. She had heard there were plenty of others joining this new school year, and as such she equally hoped to find new friends with whom she could share her stories and adventures. The future looked bright, and it was looking right back at her in the form of quite a few curious and amazed pairs of eyes as under the merciless sun, her copper hair stood out like a wicked fire, the sun's light dancing through it and giving a real spectacle to the onlookers.

As she arrived on the courtyard where everyone was about to gather for a new year, the noise that came with it was subdued as the sensei stepped up and asked for silence. A bit disappointed she had not been given the opportunity to chat up a few cool looking people, Asami folded her arms and listened to hear how, one by one, every new student was being appointed to a class.

"Amakura Asami", a voice shouted. "Amakura Asami, please join sensei Tanemura."

She raised her hand and moved as told, gathering with a group of about a dozen of heads. Her sensei looked... okay. His hair was combed backwards sleekly, and the scar under his eye revealed his veteran experience, but his old, somewhat militaristic outfit was just too tight and straight. "If his clothes were a little looser, he'd look like a badass", Asami thought to herself. Unfortunately, her teacher looked more like a stiff and stern soldier than a teacher.

"Welcome.", he said briefly with a curt nod. "I'm Tanemura, your sensei for this year. Please follow me to the classes."

The teacher marched before them, hands resting behind his back as the troupe of kids followed in his wake direction the new class. A thousand questions already run rampant in Asami's mind, but what burned most was her tongue's desire to chat with someone and get to know those around her.





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Re: The New Generation [Plot | Open]

Post by Roku on Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:23 pm

The start of each new school year always had the students in a haze of excitement that would surely pass as soon as the novelty of a new class and new sensei wore off, but Rokumaru let himself be swept up in it regardless. There were several faces he recognized from earlier years standing in the courtyard around him but all were quickly lead off into separate groups. The redhead waited to be called as he scribbled down names in his notebook, the names of each sensei across the top in columns while names of students filled the rows below. Another quick glance assured Roku he was likely to avoid being placed in a class with that girl; she hadn't even appeared for the Academy this year, much to his delight. He scratched his neck with the point of his pencil as he scanned for any name he would recognize, thinking back to his performance last year.

Lackluster was the best word for it. From the start of the Academy Roku had done well, quickly rising to the top due to a sharp mind, and he had expected that level of excellence to continue down the line. Unfortunately for him, the other children were quick to catch up, and the clan-born outshone him easily. This last year had seen Rokumaru occupying the #5 spot in a class of 13 total. He couldn't let that kind of mediocrity repeat itself this year, even if he had to train himself into a boneless heap every single day. Maybe he would luck out and get a few dead-ends for classmates.

One of the instructors called for a girl with long and wavy reddish-brown hair and Roku jotted her name down below Tanemura-sensei. He lifted his pencil from the paper and regarded the older man: his body language and attire screamed professionalism, perhaps a strict teacher who Roku would thrive under. The number of students in that group so far was high, but he crossed his fingers and hoped anyway.

The Chūnin responsible for assigning students to their instructor granted his wish. "Rokumaru, please join sensei Tanemura." He penned his own name into the notebook before snapping it shut and striding over to the group of children surrounding the older man. Nods to his fellows were exchanged before Roku continued to fill out his list. Before long every student was assigned to an instructor, groups of around a dozen scattered around the courtyard.

"Welcome", Tanemura began as he addressed his students, "I'm Tanemura, your sensei for this year." He called for his class to follow him to the classrooms and set off while the children trailed after him.

Rokumaru stowed the notebook in his satchel and followed after the man, tempted to mimic the way his sensei walked as it looked particularly regal but deciding to save himself the embarrassment. He observed his classmates as they walked through the building, trying to match faces with the names he had written down earlier. Some knew each other and spoke quietly while others walked in silence, the brunette girl he remembered being called earlier was looking around but saying nothing. He struggled to remember her name as he approached her, deciding she seemed receptive enough to a chat.

"You are the Amakura, right?" Roku asked in a quiet voice as he fell into step beside her, holding the straps of his satchel. Though he liked his classmates to be strictly acquaintances, Rokumaru missed class occasionally from his poor health and needed someone to share notes with. "I hope this isn't strange to ask, but I was hoping we could swap notes with each other through the year. I miss class every now and then." After a moment, he added, "I'm Rokumaru, by the way."

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Re: The New Generation [Plot | Open]

Post by Iwari Arechi on Fri Dec 01, 2017 1:14 am

Yippie, woohoo, hooray. A new school year came, filled with a bunch of new students on top of the next group popping up a grade or two. A new group, a new graduating class, and all of it seemed way too blown out of proportion for such a meaningless time. It wasn't just a new year for students though, but for those that graduated too, especially those that have to be at the academy at that moment. Iwari was one of those people. Posted at his self-appointed station of the gates of the academy, he would watch as student after crummy student walked by and for each one he narrowed his eyes at them, zooming in on them almost as if he was trying to gauge if they're going to be useful shinobi or if they're just going to fall out after graduation and be something useless like a merchant.

With his forehead protector flipped on the other side to mask his status as already graduated and his brownish-red bandanna wrapped proudly around his forehead. Frankly, he was about the same height as some of the other students anyways so he wasn't worried at all about getting in, it was more of sneaking off to school grounds that made him concerned. With hair freshly dyed blue, he would soon enough leave his post, borderline pushing his way into the large crowd of students, where he would go with the flow of traffic, entering the academy.

Get in, hang around, leave before he gets too late, and nab the mook jong training apparatus, and bounce. It was going to be simple, right?

Wrong.

Immediately, right as he was about to skip past the assignment lines, he felt his right arm being roughly grabbed, and he was almost yanked out of sight, though definitely out of hearing; a lesser comfort. "I never thought I'd see your sorry butt again, Mr. Arechi." Face to face with the snaggle-tooth male was the face of his old Chuunin Instructor, a devious smile on his face. "Trying to "borrow" some more things, hmm? Maybe we need to add a new student to our academy for the day, hmm?"

"S-sorry... sir. I'll leave right away.." Iwari began as he attempted to pull himself out of the grip, though to no avail. The hand was a vice and those smug eyes bore into him like a screwdriver into screws, the assembly of this being trouble for sure, though the grip released, and it would be too late before Iwari realized what had just happened.

"Perhaps you'll learn something from a refresher course, Arechi. Feel free to come and get it back at the end of the day."

"I.." There's no point, the Chuunin was already walking off towards the entrance. This mouse was stuck in a trap, and there's no getting out other than to work his way through the maze of dull academia once more, almost shuddering from the fact that once more he was forced to "learn a lesson."

Where his headband once was was a piece of paper, which he already knew what it was for. Approaching the Chuunin in charge for assigning students, he would give away the paper while keeping his scornful gaze placed towards the ground in a vain attempt to burn holes of hatred into the earth itself.

Tanemura-Sensei; A man with combed hair and an eye scar, looking almost like a stereotypical bad guy. That uniform of his was snazzy though, and while Iwari could personally mock the older man's appearance, the scar alone speaks volume of his devotion to the village, and for that, even in the academy, he had his respect more than a few others despite never even speaking to him. He melded in with the group that the veteran was in charge of, waiting for the inevitable introduction.

"Welcome." He said briefly with a curt nod. "I'm Tanemura, your sensei for this year. Please follow me to the classes."

March march march, Iwari sluggishly followed along with the rest of the group.

"You are the Amakura, right?"

Iwari gave a look towards the female to his right from the corner of his eye, deciding that, if everyone else was going to talk about something, he was going to listen in. "I hope this isn't strange to ask, but I was hoping we could swap notes with each other through the year. I miss class every now and then. I'm Rokumaru, by the way."

The copperhead girl was an Amakura while the redhead boy was Rokumaru, it seemed, but it seemed to be little more than standard talk. He recalled sharing notes before in the past, especially when he got a little bit behind, it was nothing new for him, but then again, it was something beneficial. "You two know anything about Tanemura-Sensei?" He would ask after Amakura would give her response, looking away from them both as he scratched his neck around his blue choker before sliding them into his pockets, shrugging before gazing towards them both. He had hoped either one of them knew about the man enough to actually give him some sort of information that he can use to get out. "The name's Iwari, by the way."

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Re: The New Generation [Plot | Open]

Post by Asami Amakura on Fri Dec 01, 2017 1:59 pm

As she followed the mass of students towards a currently unknown room, an unknown guy slipped closer. His hair was spiky, with a rather similar colour than hers, and he looked just a tad bit smaller than herself. He was wearing dark colours - oh the insanity! - in a warm land as that of Suna, and looked rather sickly. It was strange to say that he didn't sound sickly, making it seem as if his ill colours were just natural to him. Asami refrained from making a disgusted face, the first impressions already blown by his unfortunate physique.

"You are the Amakura, right?", he asked her softly, making her blink. The Amakura? Did people know about her? Was she already popular without doing anything? She liked the attention, but... was she even fit to be that sort of girl? As her mind seemingly drifted or panicked, it was hard to say since she kinda somewhat liked and disliked the very thought of popularity all together, he continued with his next question, bursting her bubble in the progress. "I hope this isn't strange to ask, but I was hoping we could swap notes with each other through the year. I miss class every now and then."

She looked at him in disbelieve. Did... Did he already intent to skip class when they hadn't even started? This couldn't be right. Right? Then again... Her gaze shifted to the passing windows, the sky outside and the scarce few clouds. Then again, it somewhat sounded adventurous, to be honest. Adventurous, but foolish. He went on to present himself, once more making her snap back to reality.

"Oh, ah, I'm Asami. Nice to meet you", she replied, still not sure if she had to like or dislike him. Either way, a little reluctant to just agree with his question, she asked him with barely a whisper, "I'm not sure what you mean though. Do you intend to skip school already?"

Her words were barely cold when a second guy joined them, chiming in on their conversation with a question about Tanemura-sensei before he presented himself as Iwari. Once more, she introduced herself as Asami. She glanced at Rokumaru, wondering if he'd still answer her question now that they weren't alone anymore, but just to be sure not to cause trouble, she didn't press upon her curiosity.

"I think he's pretty handsome, but his clothes are a little too stiff.", she replied. "Personal preferences aside, I heard he's good at close quarter combat techniques."

Honestly, she wasn't too sure what that was supposed to mean exactly. Sure, she knew about hand to hand combat and the kunai, but her father didn't reveal those often. He had other means, or something, and she didn't feel very attracted to the idea of being beaten up in combat. She'd prefer a save distance to throw kunai, or however shinobi fought at range.

"It's about all I really know about him.", she said, shrugging her shoulders as they entered a long hallway. In the distance, several doors stood valiantly guard in the only entrance that lead to the room they poorly attempted to hide. One door was already forced to reveal its secrets as another class was lead inside by their own sensei. Asami could only wonder where their class would be.

"What are you guys hoping to learn in class?", she asked with mild curiosity, matter of not letting the conversation die out. She was a little nervous, to be honest, and every step closer towards class seemed to press the weight of seriousness upon her shoulders. Soon, gone would be her dreams, as important lessons would clutter up her mind. She didn't quite look forward to that moment as much as she had been thinking in the beginning.




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Re: The New Generation [Plot | Open]

Post by Roku on Fri Dec 01, 2017 4:09 pm

As he stepped up next to the girl and she laid eyes on him, Roku recognized that same look most gave him in her eyes. A mixture of confusion, pity and disgust that made his jaw clench. He knew he couldn't blame her if she thought that way, though; she was just one more person he felt the need to prove himself to. Maybe he should start wearing a perfume? Something to distract whoever he meets from his frailty.

She seemed lost in thought as Rokumaru made his request, gazing out the window. The redhead gave out his name which seemed to help regain her focus. The girl introduced herself as Asami and Roku was glad he had remembered her correctly, her manners smoothing over the feathers she ruffled with her reaction to his appearance. Which were quickly re-ruffled when she questioned if he wanted her notes just to skip class with. He had the good sense to appear taken aback by the implication, that he would never shirk his duty. But, actually, maybe she had the right idea. Skip out on the subjects he knows while attending class to learn the new material? No, even Roku wasn't smooth enough to pull off that kind of routine.

He was about to answer her when he noticed her looking at a new arrival, and turned his head to see a boy their age with bright blue hair approaching them while asking about their sensei. Rokumaru was worried the boy heard him asking to see Asami's notes, and her asking if he planned to skip class, zipping his lips immediately. Would he narc on Roku before he even had a chance to skip? No, he was probably just as anxious as the two of them were. Paranoia helped no one. When he introduced himself as Iwari, however, Rokumaru allowed his paranoia to creep back in. He never wrote the name Iwari in his notebook when they were assigning instructors.

Asami looked at Rokumaru for an answer to her question but the boy was silent, so instead she offered her thoughts on Tanemura. She first mentioned his appearance, praising his handsomeness while disparaging his clothing choice; Roku almost rolled his eyes at how girly and shallow the observation was. Asami did, however, mention she heard he was a close-quarters specialist, which was more than Roku knew about the man, before the girl shrugged and told them that was the extent of her knowledge. Rokumaru watched his sensei for a moment. "He seems like the type to run missions, not teach students in the Academy," the redhead said as he voiced his own thoughts, but hopefully that just means his class won't be dull."

They turned a corner of the building, groups of students following their sensei into their classrooms. Beside him the girl broke the momentary silence, asking "What are you guys hoping to learn in class?". Thinking for only a second, Roku was quick to reply. "The Academy techniques, and my Taijutsu needs serious work. Anything else I'd rather learn on my own time," then looking back at her he asked "What about you?". He would listen to what she said as they approached their classroom.

His mind, however, was on the boy following beside them. A look at his eyebrows was enough to confirm his blue hair wasn't the result of a chakra mutation, that much Roku was absolutely certain of. What he wasn't certain of, however, was if he had missed the boy being called. As soon as they had found their room and would seated the redhead would break out the notebook and triple check the name Iwari was absent. "I'm not usually one to miss things," Roku murmured to the boy beside him, leaning away from Asami in hopes she wouldn't hear, "but I didn't catch your name being called earlier. And I'm certain they did not assign you to Tanemura's class." He did not mean to make it sound like an accusation, but his curiosity overwhelmed his mannners. "Would I be right if I said you weren't a student like us?" If he could crack open the notebook the mystery would have been solved, but he preferred to hear Iwari's explaination.

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Post by Iwari Arechi on Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:45 am

"I think he's pretty handsome, but his clothes are a little too stiff. Personal preferences aside, I heard he's good at close quarter combat techniques."

Handsome? Perhaps in a sort of plain way. Iwari was for a more colorful type, though, and from what he had seen and heard so far, the scarred man wasn't exactly the type to think creatively. The snazzy, organized uniform of his pretty much screamed organized, and the formal way his moved told more than enough about how lenient he would be in regards to more simple solutions to getting out, such as a bathroom break. Rokumaru's comments were synonym to her own, speaking Iwari's thoughts exactly. The man did look like the type to run missions, not to deal with a bunch of brats. It nearly made him wonder if something had happened to make him decide to focus on the next generation. Whatever it was, it must've been life-changing.

By now the entered an all too familiar long hallway, with several doors leading into into their own abyss of learning. A few of these rooms he recognized from his own experiences within them. The memories fresh enough in his mind for him. He can remember the spots where he sat down; always at random, though always in the very front of the very back. He'd switch from seat to seat, either sleeping, taking notes on actually important topics for him, sketching designs, or figuring out a way to get out. One particular class he could recall a fight actually breaking out in the middle of class, allowing him to flat-out try to make a run for it. He can still taste the hard ground from when that same attempt clearly didn't amuse his sensei. Rokumaru was quick to reply, seemingly having his school life planned already. "The Academy techniques, and my Taijutsu needs serious work. Anything else I'd rather learn on my own time, What about you?".

Iwari shrugged his shoulders. "Some physical exercises wouldn't hurt, I guess." He didn't have much else to go by for an answer. Sure, he can feign not knowing any academy techniques, but feigning his interest in learning them is something different entirely. It was definitely something he can't force himself to just do. "I guess as long as he shares some of his experience with us, it would be a good learning experience, right?"

This time around Iwari sat right at the front of the class, following the same patterns he set for himself back before he graduated, a classic creature of habit. It seemed Rokumaru at least sat right next to him as well, immediately pulling out some notebook while Iwari himself leaned back on his chair, balancing it on the two back legs while he stared at the ceiling, trying his best to not just audibly moan at the fact that even after graduating he was still back in class once more for a refresher course. He could already tell that this is going to be an extremely dull experience for him.

At least, that's what he thought until a certain red-haired Academy Student spoke up.

"I'm not usually one to miss things, but I didn't catch your name being called earlier. And I'm certain they did not assign you to Tanemura's class. Would I be right if I said you weren't a student like us?" Geez, he was definitely organized. If this was some sort of attempt at infiltrating a group in order to gain info, this guy would've sniffed out the spy like a hound. At least he spared the kindness of not outright declaring this, let alone speaking loud enough for some of the others in the class to hear, though he must admit, it slightly flustered Iwari to immediately get sniffed out like that, and his lightly reddening cheeks spoke volumes on top of his looking away from the other male, shrugging his shoulders once again as he returned all four legs to the floor. "Maybe I am and your notes are just wrong." He mumbled begrudgingly.

It took him but a short moment for him to immediately change his mind, as he already knew that chances are he would see the other boy again, and less thing he needs is to be caught in a little drama, or ousted in the middle of class. "Nah, an old Sensei of mine here was nice enough to give me a refresher course, so I'm a newbie here for the day. An unofficial student." His head turned to face the re-haired male, his facial expression already switching to one where his eyes were more open, and his frown grew into something akin to a toothy smirk. "I'm impressed though. Didn't expect a student to be keeping track of everything before class even started. Think of me as just another student today, someone that knows some of those jutsu that you spoke about learning."

He didn't mean for that final part to sound as much as a bribe as it already did, but nevertheless, if it was taken as that and Rokumaru took it and didn't go mocking a Genin having to take a refresher course, then good. The opposite could be true though, but he had hoped that the red-haired boy wasn't entirely that much of a good two-shoes, especially considering that it wouldn't end well for both of them. Him for getting flustered by this humiliation, and one of the two acquaintances he met today finding it an unsuccessful effort to get him kicked out. Yeah, his right eye slightly twitched in anticipation as he couldn't help but visualize the worse case scenario. 'You narc on me, and I bring you down too.'

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Post by Asami Amakura on Sat Dec 02, 2017 2:07 am

Her companions shared their own piece of mind about the sensei, mentioning something about him being a mission type of sensei. With his militaristic outfit, there had to be some truth to those words. Dutiful, perceptive, always at the ready to save a student in distress. His attire screamed discipline, his conditioned physique explained his ability to endure. A real man, as they said. Hopefully he wasn't too much of a bore, being all fight, but a little more mellow like her father.

When Rokumaru asked what they wanted to learn at the Academy, Iwari replied first in a rather disinterest way. He was probably playing it cool, hiding his actual unbridled interest under a layer of total casual control. What a cool guy. His words kinda rang true as well, since the point of school wasn't so much about knowing how to do a thing, but being able to put it into practice.

"I want to learn the Water Walking Technique and get good with shuriken, maybe with healing techniques.", she replied to the question. The first one had been a child's dream since the age of five, when she saw her father use it. The others just seemed like a nice thing to be able to do. "But I'm curious about everything, really."

As they moved ever closer to the classroom, Rokumaru pointed something out about Iwari's presence. He was holding some notes in his hands, and with a curious look about what they were, she could spot a couple of names she had heard earlier, including her own last name. Was this why he had called her 'the Amakura'? She couldn't say, but she did feel a little uncomfortable being around such an attentive type. A control freak. A stalker, maybe? Her choice to slip him her notes suddenly tilted quite a lot towards the 'no' than the 'sure' option.

But then, as the new guy revealed he was, indeed, not exactly an Academy Student, and just someone who picked up lessons for a day - a graduate? an alumni? - her opinion to stay away from Rokumaru slinked away and left her a bit embarrassed about her rampaging thoughts as she heard Iwari's compliment about his perceptive behaviour. Perhaps she was the one jumping a little too soon to conclusions? Probably Rokumaru was just much smarter than the average student. But why did he wanted to swap notes then?

"I don't get it.", she said flat-out. "Why do you want to swap notes if you're so organised already?"

She remembered slightly too late she had actually tried to hide his question towards her from the public so as not to embarrass him, but her curiosity drove the words out before she could stop them. Asami hoped he wouldn't be too flustered about it, because, well... she couldn't help being curious about things. That wasn't a bad thing, right?

At some point, the group reached the middle of the hallway and came to a grinding halt. They had stopped before one of the doors and the sensei was unlocking it now, stepping inside and expecting the other to follow. As the mass of students entered the room, each picking their own spot in class, Tanemura-sensei started shutting down any and all windows that had been left open to allow some fresh air inside.

Asami wasn't too sure where she wanted to settle. The front row appealed to the thought of slaking her curiosity, where she would be able to remain attentive and learn a lot of new things, but the back seats were quite inviting as well. From the seats behind, she'd actually be able to dream away a little, thinking about how to become a great shinobi like her parents. Deciding that making such decisions were a little too tough on a first day, she simply took a seat wherever Rokumaru would sit. After all, Iwari would only stay for a single day.




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Post by Roku on Sat Dec 02, 2017 2:14 pm

Answering Asami's question, Iwari also wanted to brush up on his physical capability much like Roku wanted. The girl herself wanted to specifically learn the Water-Walking technique, but also was interested in medical ninjutsu and becoming proficient with shuriken. As the approached their room Rokumaru took a moment to slide his satchel from his shoulders and retrieve the notebook. A quick check confirmed the boy walking with them was not among the class roster, and he pointed this out to him.

Roku's words had an effect on Iwari, a faint blush staining his cheeks as the boy searched for his words. His attempt to make Roku second guess himself, muttering "Maybe I am and your notes are just wrong," only made the redhead scoff, offended that his memory was called into question. If it was written down Roku remembered it, so when had the name Iwari been called? If they were dealing with anything besides the Academy it would be a suspicious situation.

But the boy admitted he wasn't a student of the Academy, but rather someone who was taking remedial classes from his old sensei. That settled Rokumaru's nerves and satisfied him; he could not blame the boy for not wanting to attract attention to himself. There was nothing wrong with polishing the skills you were really behind on. If the boy was attending a class of an old sensei than he must have already graduated. Why hide it? If Rokumaru had his hitai-ate he would never let the thing be hidden, he would rub it in the faces of all these students. Thankfully Iwari wasn't the type to brag about his shinobi status. Shrugging, Roku scribbled the boy's name under Tanemura with a (t) next to it before he packed away his book and gave the temporary student a nod in understanding. Iwari gave the redhead a compliment about keeping track of things, being organized, which Roku waved off as Iwari asked them both to consider him a fellow classmate. One that knew the techniques each student was required to learn. Roku said nothing, but filed away that implied offer for later.

As they approached the room assigned to their sensei, Asami questioned why he even needed to see her notes if he was so organized with his own. Stopping, and feeling a bit embarrassed about the answer, Roku muttered in reply "I get sick often. More than some civilians, even." True, he was very concerned with having the most detailed notes possible even when they weren't required, but on days he was bedridden he would miss out on entire lesson plans. If not for the potent chakra that flowed through his coils, Roku imagined he would be a long-term hospital patient. Still, if Asami wasn't comfortable sharing her notes with him then he wouldn't hold it against her.

Tanemura-sensei stopped to unlock the room his class was assigned to, ushering his students in before beginning to shut the windows blowing the warm breeze in. The students began to head for certain seats and Rokumaru did the same; turning to the two people he was speaking with before and giving a nod in thanks for walking with him, he quickly climbed the ascending stairs to the last row of desks overlooking all the others, muttering excuses as he squeezed and pushed past kids before anyone could take his spot. The redhead made his way to the seat in the right corner of the room. Cozy, with the sun shining through the window that would warm him, and while it wasn't as great for reading the board as the front row was he could hear both the sensei and the students almost perfectly. The twelve steps to reach the row in the back was enough to make Rokumaru short of breath and break into coughs.

Falling into the seat with satisfaction, Roku took the opportunity to search out Asami and Iwari, hoping they'd take seats close to him. His first two associates from this class seemed nice enough, capable of doing their own work while providing some companionship. Pulling the notebook from his satchel once more, he flipped it open to a fresh page.

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Post by Iwari Arechi on Sun Dec 03, 2017 2:33 am

Pleased by Rokumaru's silence on the offer, Iwari already took it as a yes, so instead he focused in on Asami's question. "Yeah, why?" Iwari pitched in to Asami's asking about Rokumaru's attention to detail if he still wishes to just swap notes and skip class. It seemed to not make much sense when you think about it, since he could pretty easily just keep up with anything technical tossed at him. Iwari himself actually did swap notes and skip classes so he can focus on his precious puppetry more, but that's because he was relatively average in the others, so those notes would actually help him. For someone that already jotted down everyone's names and skipped past having to get to know everyone first it would seem like some simple note taking would be a breeze. The only option was an otherwise busy life with circumstances that would call for the redhead's absence, but what? His immediate assumption was some sort of deformity, but frankly the other boy looked even better than he did, so that couldn't be the case externally, but internally? That's possible. Another option was that he had to help his parents with some sort of business, something more likely.

They approached the room, soon enough to take their seats. As long as it's in the front of the back, Iwari didn't mind sitting with these two, though if it's the middle it would be sayonara. There's no way he's gonna be some middle child in this class, even if it's just for a day. Rokumaru mentioned his sickness, and how it's even more often than some civilians, which leaned pretty strongly into the "deformity" theory, though he was still slightly off. A deformity is different from an innate sickness, and it led him to carefully eye the other male, wondering if he already had an idea on how to overcome such a lack of stamina? Surely he did if he is already studying in the shinobi academy.

Entering the classroom forced him to peel his eyes off of his little observation to spot some sort of weakness, instead he looked towards their sensei; whom of which was shutting down any and all windows, clearly not a fan of fresh air. It made him narrow his eyes for a few moments, already feeling the pain of how dull this will most likely be.

Iwari immediately followed behind Rokumaru, seeing whether or not he was going to sit in the middle or in the back, whether he was gonna be someone he stuck with or if this tie was going to be nipped in the bud. Thankfully, he chose the back right corner. "Chose", however implied that he didn't just essentially knock his way through other students to hit that spot though. He had a mission for that seat it seemed, an even more focused self-rule than Iwari's own. Of course, he followed behind and knocked his way through some of the other students as well, though he didn't bother offering any sort of apology or excuse that the redhead did. If someone has a problem, then someone does, but two people peaked his interest, and sitting in between both of them would allow him to actually pay attention during this dribble.

Sitting right next to Rokumaru, Iwari immediately began leaning back on the back two legs of his seat, allowing him to manually balance himself a little to further help him keep interest, where he would shoot a glance over to the other boy's notebook before looking back down to the rows below. He might as well take advantage of this preparation going on to try to sneak in one last question before class began. "Hey Asami, what makes you want to do Medical Jutsu specifically?"

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Post by Asami Amakura on Mon Dec 04, 2017 11:30 am

It was an odd sight to see the smart but frail Student wading through the crowd to find a spot somewhere in the back, ending wheezing and coughing from the labour. And right behind him, the genin followed suit, almost unhampered by the path already made in front of him. Unfortunately, Asami didn't quite had the chance to jump in with them as the crowd quickly closed behind the two. She did see an empty spot in front of them, next to a few other girls, and considered it the best option she had, shuffling her way towards the seat.

As she sat down, she and the girls next to her shared a brief 'hello' and a bit of common gossip about how exciting this first day was, how they'd look after each other, the lack of cute boys but not quite, and who would be their Class Rep. It was astonishing how much was shared between the small group of girls in a matter of a few seconds. Their chit-chat was interrupted as Iwari addressed her with a question.

"Hey Asami, what makes you want to do Medical Jutsu specifically?", he asked her, drawing not only her attention but also the newly found clique of girls next to her who were equally curious to hear the answer while calculating Iwari's popularity-factor in a matter of seconds.
"I think healing is an interesting ability to have.", she replied after giving it some thought. "I also heard it requires a good deal of concentration, so perhaps I'm not fit for it."

And there was also kugutsu, to be honest. She wasn't too sure about the puppets themselves, but she could respect the versatility and usefulness of chakra strings at least. Guided kunai and shuriken, solid bindings, meticulous traps, bound ranged healing and movement support... Just too much to name them all.

"Kugutsu seems nice as well. It seems like a versatile addition to many other fighting styles.", she mused, looking at the ceiling for a moment as if it would agree with her. "What are you two aiming for? I think you look more like a frontal combat type, Iwari. And Roku might do well as a strategist, since he's so orderly."

Not that she really knew what she was talking about. Her father had simply told her shinobi worked in cells of four, and often each of them had a task or specialisation that complimented or supported each other. Plus, it was much easier to place someone else in a position than to place herself. Where would she belong anyway? Too air-headed for a tactician, not a fan of frontal combat. Perhaps she could be an iryo-nin, if she didn't accidentally cut someone while her attention slipped. To her, it felt as if she simply didn't fit in any of the traditional roles.

"What do you think? Did I hit the spot with my ideas?", she asked the two boys bemusedly.




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Post by Roku on Mon Dec 04, 2017 5:22 pm

He was pleased to see the two he met chose to sit with him, the bright-haired boy occupying the seat beside Roku while his fellow student sat in the row ahead. Tanemura had stepped out after opening the windows and the class took the opportunity to speak amongst themselves. Having expected to start the orientation immediately but seeing there was a brief moment to himself, the redhead set aside his classroom notebook and rifled through his bag for another. He tried not to show it, but Roku was worried he was starting to look like a nerd with all the notes he was taking. Was it bad that he was so concerned with keeping track of things? Maybe they were able to retain knowledge better than he was.

Finding the item he was searching for Rokumaru pulled out a thick leather-bound book and set it down, retrieving a black ink pen as well. The tan tome filled with a few hundred blank pieces of thick paper was, embarrassingly enough, one of the boy’s favorite belongings. Inside was an imitation of a bingo book, though rather than criminals the individuals Roku listed inside were shinobi that stood out to him in some way. Each received their own page detailing relevent info that he learned and a rough portrait, though he had fewer than a dozen at the moment. Such a book was extremely dangerous in the hands of a hostile; so far, either no one noticed or no one cared that he collected such information.

As he wrote Tanemura across the top of a new page, thinking back to what Asami mentioned about his close-quarters focus and the scar crossing the grizzled Suna-nin’s face, he listened to Iwari asking the girl about her interest in medical ninjutsu. She responded by saying it was an interesting area to specialize in and Roku nodded in agreement. Immediately after she did mentioned it took more concentration than she thought herself capable of, however, and he wondered if she was a bit absentminded. He didn’t get that impression from the way she spoke, but how someone described themselves was worth keeping in mind. Asami went on by pointing out the adaptability of puppets that complemented other fighting styles. Rokumaru kept these interests of hers at the back of his mind, as he wasn’t about to start writing about these two right in front of them.

Asami took the opportunity to ask Iwari and himself the same question. She guessed that Iwari was offense-oriented, a straightforward fighter. Roku looked for anything about the boy that could give him some insight. Just a bit thicker in build than he himself, they were too young to have built any significant muscle but he didn’t seem like a strict Taijutsu or Bukijutsu user. The tips of his fingers were unusually thick-skinned with callouses though, implying he worked with his hands extensively; perhaps he was a budding puppeteer, or an archer maybe?

In Roku’s case, she predicted he was one who planned ahead and strategized. It made sense given how studious he was about keeping record of things and his perceptiveness, two traits that benefited a long-term thinker greatly. Asami asked how close she was in her presumptions.

He agreed with what she had said about Iwari. ”She voiced my thoughts, you seem like the straightforward type all around,” Roku said with a nod to the boy.

”Personally,” he added as Rokumaru mulled over her analysis of him, ”I prefer to improvise rather than strategize. Staying organized means I can forget about anything non-relevant because I know it’s recorded in my notes for later use, and before going into certain situations I can consult that knowledge. Hopefully with a wide array of Ninjutsu techniques, I will have a vague plan for each encounter as well as being able exploit any opportunity that presents itself.” Then, not wanting to ramble on and on about himself, he added, ”But I’m still not sure what to focus on yet.”

Rokumaru would listen to what Iwari had to say regarding Asami’s question. In truth he was glad the blue-haired male had been here; it was a chance to interact with a Suna-nin their age, one who could be a vital ally down the road.

Looking at both of his companions again, as well as the group of girls sitting close by before ignoring them, Roku asked a question of his own. ”Do either of you have a Kekkei Genkai, or any Advanced Elements in the family? I was unlucky enough not to inherit my father’s.” He wouldn’t blame them for not wanting that sort of info to be known, of course. Tanemura had yet to return.

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Post by Iwari Arechi on Tue Dec 05, 2017 3:54 pm

Iwari listened with curiosity brewing within him to Asami's explanation, almost immediately stagnating his interest with the initial "I think it's interesting" explanation that everyone has when just starting out, though thankfully piping in doubts about doing it as well. She heard it requires a good deal of concentration, so she feels she's not fit for it, which is funny since if one didn't believe they had the stuff to make it happen, then why even entertain the thought of doing it? Like any tool, he can tell that all she needs is some tune-up to her lacking confidence, something to cover that structural weakness.

His eyes sparkled with interest and he couldn't help but give a wild grin as she considered Kugutsu; his personal favorite. It seemed like a versatile addition to many other fighting styles, a basic description of what it can do, but nonetheless it still shows that she clearly has an interest in things that require plenty of focus, further establishing his belief that it's not the concentration that's making her doubtful, but instead her lack of confidence in showing that concentration.

Then the question was raised; what are they aiming for? Her assumption of Iwari's looking as though he is more suited for direct combat isn't completely unfounded, he guessed. It wasn't as though he was lacking stamina or had an especially thin or large frame, but still, the mere thought of focusing on only direct techniques like some Taijutsu specialist made him feel sick to his stomach. Roku, however, seemed like a strategist due to how orderly he is. 'That's not the only reason why.' Iwari expressed in thought as he thought more about what the redhead revealed about himself. If Roku was an upfront close combat specialist it would be quite the mountain to climb, so it seemed more feasible for someone not only organized like him but also constantly sick to be sticking to something more long-range in nature.

It also seemed like Roku was also of similar mind to Asami, believing Iwari to be the straightforward type all around, though mentioned how he personally preferred improvisation over strategy. For him staying organized means he can forget about anything non-relevant since it's already recorded in his notes, allowing him to be prepared for situations needing those notes. He revealed his interest in Ninjutsu and even went as far as to say that he hopes to have a vague plan for each encounter and be capable of exploiting any opportunity. Despite his doubts as to what to focus on yet, Iwari still piped in. "Well, seems to me that you already have an idea on what to focus on."

"For me, that assumption you both gave is wrong, but I can see where you get it from. I specialize in Kugutsu and I don't have much interest in straightforward things. From what I see, everyone has potential, but puppets can help buff that up bigtime, not to mention I like having multiple ways to go about getting something done, and nothing can do that better than puppets." Of course, that was the tip of his affection for them. He figured mentioning his plans to slowly make himself into one as well or that he loves the control over them would both seem a little too freaky for him to talk about. Even in regards to only being here for a single day, he still already saw one or two others that he will most likely meet down the road, so he might as well keep some goals hidden.

It was then that Roku asked an interesting question of his own, asking them if they have Kekkei Genkai, or advanced elements linked to their families. He admitted having the misfortune of not inheriting his father's. "None at all, my own family were puppeteers too, we have no links to any kind of Kekkei Genkai. I don't see it as bad luck though, it might have made me rely on it too much if I had something like that, and I don't like the idea of having something given to me from the start controlling me." Yes, he admired the unique nature of those bloodlines, of the idea of mixing two elements together or to activate a special ocular ability, to have some sort of modification gifted to someone as their birthright, but he wanted to not possess any personally.

If anything, the fact that there are bloodlines out there somewhat scared the young Genin, even if he was excited by their unique natures. It's only a matter of time before someone turns that ability onto Sunagakure, so he will have to make sure to dominate those of foreign countries first, though that's in the long run, for now, he would look from Roku to where Asami was sitting with her clique of girls. "What about you? Do you have something special?"

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Post by Asami Amakura on Thu Dec 07, 2017 1:09 pm

Asami awaited their reply, occasionally looking to the front of the class to see if Tanemura-sensei wasn't about to make his move on teaching. It seemed he was still preoccupied with some preparations as his eyes looked up from a clipboard with notes, searching for a certain face, and going back to his list again.

Rokumaru spoke first, confirming her claims that Iwari looked like the frontal type of fighter. Himself, however, wasn't much of the tactical sort, but the prepared sort. The more he knew, the less he had to worry. He wasn't one to strategize, but improvise, eager to always find a solution to the problem at hand. Unfortunately, he didn't seem prepared just yet to make a concluding decision on which specialisations really interested him. Asami couldn't blame him, since there were many intriguing ones to discover.

Iwari, on the other hand, seemed to be a completely different type than they had credited him for. A kugutsu user... but one interested in the puppets rather than the versatility of the strings she had in mind, it seemed. Iwari praised the use of puppets, going about how puppets really could bring out the potential people had. She couldn't say it wasn't so, as she had little knowledge on what Kugutsu combat entailed, but it did feel like he was really putting them on a socket above him. "Boys and their toys", the thought rose as her mind was already prepared to wander away. Still, it wasn't exactly a bad thing he had already decided what to focus on.

Then came the inevitable question of bloodlines. KKG, Advanced elements... They were cool. But also not really. The trouble with bloodlines was that it was an unspoken incentive to put people in boxes from the start, which she really didn't want to bother with, but without revealing the bloodline it was hard to define what could potentially be expected.

Iwari spoke up, revealing that he had no real bloodline aside from his family having a tradition and inborn love for puppets. She could approve of his explanation on bloodlines, however, since he seemed to say exactly what she had often thought about them. Bloodlines seemingly had a life of their own, controlling the person even before any actions had been taken, but when he asked hers, she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's said I have my father's Scorch Release, because some test made a paper in my hands tear and smoulder or something. It sounds a bit dull, but at least I'm rarely feeling cold, so I guess it isn't that bad."

Besides having her father beam brightly at the idea of 'his' bloodline being passed on to his daughter, she hadn't much of a clue what Scorch Release was about. Sure, she could heat up the air if she really put her mind to it, but that seemed hardly useful in a shinobi fight, as at its best, her father made it sound like it was some super version of Fire Release. At its worst, she would probably never have a cold. It felt like a dull and uncreative bloodline to have.

"Your turn, Roku. Do you have a cool thing that fits your improvisational tactics?"





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Post by Roku on Sat Dec 09, 2017 1:51 pm

Contrary to their assumptions about the boy, Iwari preferred the reliablity of puppets and their ability to adapt to many situations. It would explain why his fingers were so thick-skinned, either from working with the puppets or from long usage of chakra strings. Did chakra that was expelled from the body like that build calluses? In the back of his mind he pictured the delicate, feminine Hyuga having rough and leathery fingers from their Gentle Fist.

Rokumaru could see the appeal of having several custom-built constructs that were designed with certain opponents in mind, even entertaining thoughts about dabbling himself. One could be sealed in a scroll and stowed away for use later as a backup weapon. Considering it also allowed the user to maintain distance from an enemy, it was something to keep in mind. Maybe he would ask Iwari for a few tips at some point. From what the blue-haired boy said his family regarded Kugutsu as a tradition with many of them practicing the art, not having a Kekkei Genkai or Advanced Element of their own.

Iwari went on to mention that he was not bothered by not possessing a Kekkei Genkai, enjoying the freedom of not being forced to build his skill set around it, which seemed somewhat fallacious to the redhead he sat beside. Who would honestly refuse such an ability, or be stubborn enough to rely on that and nothing else?

Iwari turned to Asami and asked her about any potential bloodlines she possessed, Rokumaru listening as well while wondering what was on the clipboard Tanemura was going over. All of his attention was forced onto Asami, however, when the girl off-handedly mentioned her father’s Scorch Release. Apparantly a chakra induction paper test revealed she was naturally proficient in the two element nature’s required to create the blazing winds of Scorch Release; he would never have guessed a seemingly nice, admittedly cute girl like her could bring about so much death and despair to others. And all she said about it was how rarely she was cold. Suddenly Roku’s jacket felt too hot as he stripped down to his plain burgundy t-shirt and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Absently he wondered if he and the girl were distantly related; was Scorch Release a trait of common ancestry somewhere down the line, or a chakra mutation spread among many families?

He almost missed Asami asking the question of him, only seeing them look towards his direction, but Roku cleared his throat and replied, ”No, I cannot claim any bloodline or something like that. And I am rather jealous of those who do.” Then, pausing a moment as he reflected in his memory, he spoke to Asami. ”I have seen my own father use Scorch Release, Asami. In my opinion there is nothing dull about it.” Shifting in his seat, he continued.”I’m glad you’re on our side. You’ll be a very fearsome kunoichi some day.” If he had doubts about keeping an eye on her before, they were nowhere to be found now.

Rokumaru wanted to shift the conversation away to something lighter. The redhead leaned back in his seat and addressed the two. ”So what do you guys do for fun? This Academy gets to be way too boring, I’m always looking for stuff to do afterwards.” It could also help him find the two outside of the Academy if he knew their hobbies and could guess their schedule.

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Post by Asami Amakura on Mon Dec 18, 2017 12:10 pm

As she had shared her bloodline with the others, Roku seemed to think highly of Scorch Release, going so far as to compliment a future she couldn't see just yet. She tilted her head somewhat, curious, as she heard that his father too seemed to wield Scorch Release. Asami thought Roku seemed somewhat uncomfortable with that thought as he shifted in his seat, but as she wasn't sure what to think about her bloodline she simply left it at that.
On the other hand, hearing his father had Scorch Release as well, she wondered if Roku couldn't be related to her in a way. He did have hair very alike in colour, mentioned he often became ill - her mother had complained to her about her running around despite having a fever - and now he seemed to have a relation to Scorch Release as well. She hadn't really caught his last name, but didn't ask about it just yet as a new question was brought to the table. Perhaps she'd ask him another time, when there were fewer people around to pry to begin with.

The topic shifted to something lighter with this new question, and Asami looked at the ceiling for a moment. What did she usually do to pass her time? Well...

"I'm often out with Floof, my golden retriever. That's not his real name, mind you. His name's actually Bandit since he was a bratty little pup stealing my food when I wasn't paying attention.", she giggled at the memories of his mischief she used to dislike so much. "We often go run for a bit, wander the streets, enjoy the crowd. I also need to help out mom often with household choirs, do some grocery shopping and such. And study, of course. Mom gets so huffy if she thinks I'm not studying sufficiently.", Asami rolled her eyes. Parents could be such a drag at times. Expecting to hear something intriguing, she nudged the others for a reply as well, "What do you generally do?"






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