Tsuya
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Post by Tsuya on Jan 8, 2008 22:05:44 GMT -5
[Full Interview]
Interviewer: So, are you still an active ANBU?
M.N.: Oh, yeah, I forgot! No, I’m not. I was asked by [the council] recently to take on a genin team. I mean, I’m a little...you know...“nyeh” about it, but if [they ask], I have to deliver, you know? So yeah. I’m a sensei now, and I have a little team of tater-tot eating, butt munching runts that I’m about to go meet tomorrow.
Interview: Which brings us up to date. Thank you Nui-san.
M.N.: Don’t mention it...is this thing off? How--how do you--this mic...I can’t it get it--GYAH! [Snap]
[End Recording]
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“Oh...did I break it?”
The professionally clad interviewer shook her head as she watched the bumbling kunoichi in front of her fumble with -- and eventually break -- the small microphone pinned to her collar. Not that Tsuya was a regular klutz. On the contrary, she was exceptionally agile, as would suggest the catlike glow of her personality and her feline mannerisms. In this case she was just nervous. It was her first official day as a sensei. After repeatedly apologizing and bowing enough to make her dizzy, she stumbled out of the interview room and down the hall, trudging so fast she was almost running.
The end of the corridor was in sight, and she was almost home free. But before she could escape embarrassment, a deep voice called from behind her. “Maneki Nui?”
Tsuya skidded to a stop and froze, afraid that she was about to be reprimanded for the broken mic. “It was like that when she put it on me, I swear!” The false confession spilled out unwillingly, and she turned and clasped her hands together. “Please, please, PLEASE! Don’t make me pay for it! I’m poor!” It was hardly the truth, and a less than compelling performance. There was a long, extremely awkward silence between the two before the masked ANBU shinobi looked at her sheepishly from behind his half placed mask, then held out a scroll. “Uh, there have been changes made to your genin cell.” The kunoichi straightened, brushed herself off, then snatched the scroll from the large man’s hand. “Oh, well then. Thanks for that, buddy.” She answered with a goofy grin before patting him on his shoulder, spinning around, and heading to the exit.
“What a quack,” the man mumbled, as she watched her walk out of sight.
As she walked out of the rear of Suna’s main administration building, she looked at the scroll, her brow furrowing in curiosity. What would they possible have to tell her about her team? As much as she would much rather be doing real missions, the idea of having a team was growing on her. Hopefully, they were not about to take them away before she even got a chance to smack them around a little. She undid the scroll and read it quietly as she walked.
“TWO genin?”
There were supposed to be three of them, there were always three. It was just the way things were done in this day in age. Maneki Nui was promised three new pupils to pour her knowledge into, and yet, she was down to two. It was curious, but she would have to deal with it. Prior to her interview, she had already issued her own summons for her students, they were supposed to meet her on the dusty training grounds at noon. It was time to meet her “team”.
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Post by Ieyasu on Jan 9, 2008 0:01:17 GMT -5
The time? 11:50 AM.
The location? One of the various desert training grounds that were scattered throughout the sandy village.
The purpose? He still didn't know.
"'Be early, and make a good impression' she says..."
The voice spoke in a tone of complete disdain and annoyance. For the past twenty minutes he had been sitting out there in the training grounds -- waiting. Today was supposed to be his first official day as a Genin, and he had hoped that it'd be as amazing as he dreamed. So far, it was nothing but a let down. His teammates hadn't arrived, and his sensei was nowhere in sight. Whoever this "Tsuya" person was they'd be sure to hear hell from him. Afterall, he had skipped breakfast just to make this good impression his mother seemed to be so stressed over.
"...How lame..."
A sigh came from the blonde haired boy as he sat on a small dune. A bored expression resided on his face as he continued to wait for the rest of his cell. A warm breeze came to offer him some comfort from the scorching heat of the sun, the wind billowing lightly through his cloak. Just as quickly as it had came the wind left, leaving the young Genin with only the sounds of the desert's sifting sands. Slowly the minutes passed, each second feeling like an eternity. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of the boy's face, and splashed silently onto the sand.
"GRAAAAGH!!"
Throwing his arms into the air in frustration he let his body collapse into the sand. His arms spread out and his dark green eyes staring directly into the sky. A moment passed, silence had returned, and the boy sighed.
"That's the last time I take her advice..." [/size]
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Post by Illusion on Jan 9, 2008 10:52:34 GMT -5
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww."
The young boy sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. He sniffled, and slowly crawled out of his covers, only to move to laying on the floor. The sunlight, which had been the thing to wake the boy, flooded in through the small window in his room. It wrapped around his body, filtering into his vision, even with his eyes now re-closed. He grumbled, sliding his head beneath his bed, to try to block the sun out. It would be a short lived revelry, though, as the sudden wrapping of a beak against his arm would jolt him awake, his head launching up into the bed.
"YOUCH!"
With haste, the boy withdrew his head from underneath the bed, rubbing the spot which for all he knew could be rising up in a lump so very closely resembling something from those comics he always read. Watery and bleary eyed, the boy sat straight, looking around for the cause of his pain. Now sitting on his bed was that little falcon, gray eyes looking down at him, head moving every few seconds to take him in. He was wearing what could only be called a 'onesy". A pajama suit. A feathery design adorned the pajamas, just as a hat adorned the boy's head, the same design apparent. "Why'dya do tha' for Tsu-" He was cut short by the screech the falcon emitted. Suddenly, his eyes jolted wide open. He stumbled forward from his sitting spot to get a look at the small device that served as a clock. 11:53 The falcon emitted another screech, and the boy leapt from the spot, launching himself into the closet. Loud bumping and crashing sounds emitted from the closet, the falcon looking at it.
11:55
The boy sprang out from the closet, straightening the large falconer glove her wore. His clothing was bright green, his own blond hair set off like fire compared to it. He ran to the window, and opened it, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he exited his room. The falcon flapped it's strong wings, taking off from the bed, soaring out of the window after the boy. He leapt from roof to roof, glad now that the training grounds were only a short distance from his house.
"Tsume, why'd you let me sleep in?!"
"Screeeaawwww!"
He frowned. How was he supposed to have heard the falcon's screeching while he was asleep?! He reached the last of the houses, and jumped, landing with a patter just inside the training ground fence. He saw another boy there, who seemed a little peeved. He walked forward apprehensively, Tsume circling above the two. He lifted his left arm, the large Falconer glove held above his hair. With a screech, the falcon spiraled low, and perched itself upon the glove, twisting it's head to look at the other boy. Then, in an all to enthusiastic voice, Torigoya Shinpai, young falconer Sunanin, spoke.
"Are you on my team?!"
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Tsuya
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Post by Tsuya on Jan 9, 2008 13:05:05 GMT -5
The wind picked up a bit, causing Tsuya to instinctually shield her face from the sand and dust flying in her direction. Just her luck. Not only was she the sensei of a defective cell, she was going to be covered in dirt and probably half blind from the sand in her eyes before she got there. Fate was not on her side, or so she rationalized, but what Suna shinobi didn’t have to endure the dust storm season? “Oh, yeah, Nui. Blame the weather for your crappy day,” she mumbled to her own faulty rationale. Her eyes still shielded, she looked skyward to approximate the time. It was past noon.
So what if she was late? She was the sensei this time. Tsuya rationalized within her self that this would build character -- or patience -- or something. At any rate, she idealized that they would learn something from her little test, which in all actuality, was not a test at all. You see, she did not have a lesson plan whatsoever for her diminishing team, and decided to make it up as she went along, and by now she knew they would be wondering where she was.
As she approached the area, only a few meters away, she saw two figures in the distance.
Now, even though she had no lesson planned, Tsuya had done extensive research on the students. She’d read each of their files, and knew as much as there was to know (at least what was public record) about the trio-- er-- duo. The first one she noticed had tall, blond hair. “That must be Zansho Ieyasu.” She muttered, slowing down and ducking behind a building to observe for awhile. “That’s gonna be the little jerk of the team. I feel it,” she snickered. “And the other one must be Torigoya Shinpai. The falconer,” she muttered to herself again.
A few chuunin walked behind her as she crouched there behind the edifice, peeking at the two boys and whispering to herself. “Loony,” one chuunin said before the whole group burst out in laughter. Tsuya, blushing beyond reason, stood with a perturbed look on her face and walked over to the boy, and with no hesitation, snatched him up by his collar and shook him. “LOOK YOU LITTLE BRAT! I’M DOING IMPORTANT INVESTIGATIVE WORK HERE! IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF MY FACE I’M GONNA TOSS YOU INTO A SAND DUNE AND LET THE SAND WORMS HAVE A BUFFET WITH YOUR CARCASS!” No doubt her recon mission was a bust now, but she had no patience for little pricks. “You got that, buddy boy?” And just as schizophrenic as before, she put the boy down, dusted off his shirt, and turned to face to students in the distance with a large grin.
“Let’s get out of here! She’s whacked, man!” The chunin cried, and the group took off in the opposite direction.
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Post by Ieyasu on Jan 9, 2008 19:51:55 GMT -5
Gliding his arms over the sand Ieyasu moved them under his head, creating a pillow of sorts. Annoyance raidiated from nearly every pore of his body as he watched the clear blue sky. Letting out an elongated sigh of boredom the boy continued to stay perfectly still, the heat of the sand warming his back. As much as he loved his village he knew just how boring it could be. They were surrounded by an ocean of sand, an endless display of tan. The only thing that Ieyasu had to look forward to was watching the clouds, and today the sky was just as barren as the desert.
"The heat must be getting to me or something..."
As he stared into the blue abyss of the sky he would spot a falcon. He rarely saw them, despite their usefulness to the shinobi world as a means of communication. What made this one even more out of the ordinary was that it was circling around him. It was then that it hit him. The bird was there for him. It thought he was its next meal! Anger flared through him as he sprang to his feet, and shook his fist in rage at the bird.
"You bastard! I'm ain't dead!! I'll ki--!! Oh...shit!!"
Before he could even truly begin his tirade the falcon let out an ear piercing screech, and began to spiral down in his direction. Wide-eyed Ieyasu's jaw dropped as he watched the bird of prey plummet towards him. Thinking quickly his hand reached for the whip that was over his shoulders, and in one fluid motion unraveled it. Reving his arm back Ieyasu let out his battle cry, and lashed out at the falcon before flailing his whip arm around in hopes of hitting his attacker.
The falcon easily maneuvered past his haphazard strikes, and as Ieyasu watched the bird soar over his head his control over the whip slipped. When his attention did return to it the tail was already heading towards his face, connecting with a loud "smack." Standing there motionless the whip would slide down his face, and onto the sand below. Tears threatened to form at the corner of his eyes from the pain, but he would not shed them. No. Shinobi never showed their tears! It was then that he heard a voice from behind him, and he quickly turn his head to see who it was. Much to his chagrin that wretched bird was perched on this kid dressed in clothes that Ieyasu could only describe as flambouyant.
"Who wants to know!?" he called out, annoyance clear in his voice. A thick red line was present on his face from the impact with the whip, and his face was a little red from the embarassment that he could have been seen. "Why don't you and your demon bir--" he paused, and looked past the blonde boy towards the entrance of the training ground. There was a woman there who had a kid by the collar, and shouting at him. On moments later she would set him down, dust him off, look over at him, and smile with a large grin.
"Please...please don't let that be my sensei..."
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Post by Illusion on Jan 9, 2008 21:18:27 GMT -5
Roughly, Shinpai stroked the birds chest, eying Ieyasu. The boy, a boy he had never met before, had never seen before, had just tried to kill Tsume. TSUME, the poor harmless falcon. Shinpai's eyes narrowed, and were his life a comic, flames would be burning within them. His jaw set, he rapidly threw his right arm forward, pointing at Ieyasu, arm shaking slightly.
"Hey, Kid, why'd you do that for?! What'd he ever do to you?! I have half a mind to hu-"
Suddenly, his own voice was drowned out. The yelling of a woman came from behind him. Tsume let out yet another screech and soared from his arm, darting up, up, up to get a good view. He himself had already leapt back, his hand moving down and undoing the latch on his belt holster. He had his right hand in the pouch, his left up in a defensive stance, ready to defend himself if need be. Tsume circled high above the yelling woman and the crowd of people around her, cooing softly. He saw her holding the boy up, and then saw her set him down. He looked at her, and then gasped.
"Hey, kid, is that our-?!"
But he didn't even wait for himself to finish his own question. Rather, in a cloud of kicked up sand, Shinpai was running towards the group. He came up to the woman, and began walking around her, poking at her randomly, muttering to himself as he looked her up and down. He didn't notice Tsume begin to descend, nor did he see the other kids running away. Several more moments of poking and muttering passed by, until he stopped and pointed up at her face.
"You're pretty! Are you going to be my sensei?! Oh please say you are gonna be my sensei! I always wanted a pretty teacher. My academy teacher wasn't very pretty. She was old... and she smelled funny, and I think her teeth were fake, and she had a huge mouth and she talked alot and her voice dragged on and she walked funny and she was hunchedoverallthetimeandshehadbadbreathandalwaysgotinyourface-"
Minutes. Minutes went by as Shinpai, in what seemed to be a single, breath, and an ever running sentence expelled his entire Academy experience, right down to his graduation exam.
"-andthenIdidallthejutsuthatwereonthegraduationexamandwastoldIwasgoingtobeagenin."
He paused, and took a breath.
"Then i got a letter from someone, and I didn't know who it was from, but it said to be here by noon, and I think it is a little past noon, and so that makes me think that since you arethatyouaregoingtobemySENSEI!!!!"
He jumped around for a moment pulling on her arm. Tsume sat at the corner of the rooftop where the woman had been hiding, a clearly disdainful look within the keen eyes of the avian.
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Tsuya
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Post by Tsuya on Jan 10, 2008 3:32:25 GMT -5
They were a little runty, she had to admit, but they seemed to have a little spunk to them. From what she could see, the blonde one was loud, and the bird boy was annoying. When the falconer kid had poked her and babbled on and on and on about nothing that interested her, she clinched her fists as a vein pulsed visibly on her temple. “Look you little runt--!” she began, but she quickly caught herself and remembered that these two were not Ginko and Adashino. She could not just boss them around like her own teammates. She had to boss them around like a sensei. “I mean, yes...” she took a large step away from the babbling little boy, then began walking to the center of the training ground. The earth there was hard and parched, cracks randomly lining the burnt clay that made up the training ground floor. When she arrived next to the tiny sand-pillow Ieyasu had made, she kicked it and scattered the sand across the ground. “...I am your sensei. Now shush for a moment while I brief you.”
She walked over to an overturned wooden box and sat on it, then paused long enough for her students to join her. “Gather ‘round, munchkins. It’s time we learned a little about each other.” There was no doubt they would have questions for her, but she would open that for later. “Now, I know there are only two of you guys here, so to go ahead and answer that question, the third member withdrew her ninja status. It seemed that the “ninja” life was not for her, so now you are short one member. But fret not--” she lifted one finger in the air as if she were making a very important point. “--a replacement is in the works! Unfortunately,” she began , that same finger going to her head and scratching it as though she were a tad bit confused. “We have to begin training anyway. We don’t want to fall behind the other genin teams. SO, without further ado, on to the introduction!”
Swiftly, she hopped form her sitting position to standing on the box on one toe, the other knee bent as if she were in the “praying mantis” position, her hands placed together as if she were in prayer. There was a silly yet serene look on her face, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then did a back tuck off of the box to the ground. “As I was saying, I am your instructor, and you will refer to me from here on out as ‘Tsuya-sensei’. I am known throughout Suna as SHINDEN-SAMA, because of my quick reflexes and cheetah like speed. HIIIIIIYAH!” Tsuya began to show off, doing all kinds of martial arts moves as she spoke. When she was done with her display, she calmly sat again and continued her introduction, counting each fact on her fingers. “I like sweets of all kinds and exercise training. I dislike little twits who think they are genius ninja. And last but not least, I am the epitome of awesome.”
After a few seconds of silence, she looked at her students and smiled. “So that’s the format. Your name, likes, dislikes, and a random fact about yourself, eh? Not to hard.” Quickly, she pointed at the yellow haired kid. “You first.”
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Post by Ieyasu on Jan 11, 2008 6:23:12 GMT -5
For a moment Ieyasu just stared blankly at the grinning woman. She was...unique to say the least. The woman went from screaming and yelling to pleasant and happy all in the matter of seconds. It was slightly discomforting, and knowing his luck she was likely the one that was going to end up being his sensei. Combined with the wierd kid in the green suit and his demon bird he could just tell that he had been placed with the rejects. A sigh escaped him as the boy darted off towards the woman, not even bothing to finish his own question.
"I hate my luck..."
Gradually, the young Genin would make his trek from the training ground to the location of the woman. He was in no rush as he was told to avoid crazy people, and this woman definately seemed to fall into that category with him. By the time he reached her his supposed teammate was already there, and running his mouth too. It amazed him how many words he was able to spew out of his mouth without taking any sort of breathes. This just further proved to him that he had been placed within the reject team.
As the kid wearing neon green clothes continued to move around the woman poking her, and tugging on her arm asking her all sorts of questions Ieyasu just kept his distance. He wasn't gonna be a victim when she snapped. Oh, no. Not him. The other kid could pester her all he wanted. He'd just sit back and watch, and potentially call for help if it got boring. The annoyance was visibly clear on her as a vein twitched on her forehead. When she started to yell he smirked mentally, but apparently she had better control of herself at this time. Am almost disappointed look crossed his face, but is swiftly vanished when she moved to the training ground and uttered the words he was dreading. She really was his sensei!
Again, keeping his distance from her Ieyasu crossed his arms as she began to explain things to them. Apparently, their third member quit before she even started, making their team a cell of two Genin. More proof for his theory. Then she started. In her way of introducing herself to them the woman jumped up off the box and preformed and overly dramatic presentation to them. Ieyasu just watched her as she did so, and yet again concluded that he had gotten the short end of the straw. When she finished she pointed towards him, and told him that he would be going first. Blinking for a moment he nodded, and began.
"Okay...uh...okay. I have a question though. You want us to call you 'Tsuya-sensei?' As in tsuyameku? Isn't that a little concieted?" he asked, but didn't bother waiting for her response. "Anyway, I'm Zansho Ieyasu. I like being a ninja, festivals, and movies. I hate my brother and anyone who talks about this," Ieyasu said as he pointed to the marking under his left eye as he continued. "I'm also not a fan of demonic birds, like that one, crazy people, or quiters. A random fact about myself? Well, my dad keeps saying I'm going to be just like some guy named Tokugawa Ieyasu. Some great general that I was named after or something. That good, Motemote-sensei?"
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Post by Tsuya on Jan 11, 2008 13:27:52 GMT -5
[Sorry. I'm posting in between you guys so I won't have to wait until next post to respond and have so much going on in one post. ^^]
She smirked at Ieyasu. "Well you're just a regular Mr. Wise-Ass, aren't you?" she said, her eyes akin to a cat watching it's prey. She would have fun with this one in training. And if anyone could break his little sarcastic streak, it was the queen of sarcasm herself. Her smile was a bit unsettling, as if she were looking at a rat, ready to be pounced. “Calling me Tsuya-sensei is enough. And since we’re playing with names, how about I call you Iebae-chan. Because you’re starting to annoy me.”
Tsuya rarely made fun of children, believing that they were not on her mental level -- contrary to poplar belief -- but this one was going to be a challenge. With a nonchalant wave of her hand, she turned her attention to Shinpai.
“Now, you. Let’s hear it.”
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Post by Illusion on Jan 12, 2008 14:02:12 GMT -5
.:Forgive my lack-luster post:.
I sat in wide-eyed astonishment as she made her introduction. Many 'Oooohs' and 'Ahhhs' escaped the young boy as he watched her perform her martial arts display. As she spoke about herself, he nodded vigorously. When she said she was the epitome of awesome, SHinpai leaned forward, and tugged on Ieyasu's sleeve. "We got sooooooooo lucky." He very nearly shook on the spot from the excitement. He turned his attention to Ieyasu as he spoke, listening with rapture as he learned about his teammate. He frowned as Ieyasu called Tsume a demonic bird, but didn't say anything as he crossed his arms and furrowed his brow in a childish way.
And then, it was his turn. Sticking his tongue out between his teeth as he looked at the ground in concentration, he thought about what to say, as Tsume ruffled his feathers after landing on the ground next to him.
"Weeeeeeeeell.... My name is Torigoya Shinpai... I like Falcons...and hawks...and eagles...and rice, Oh, I love rice...and dumplings...and cider. Oh, cider is so unbelievably cool. And, I like... lets see...what else do i like... I like you now, because you are the coolest person i have met in like.... a gazlillion years. I like...sweets, and talking...and... Dislikes? Ummm..." He bit his lip as he thought. "I dislike... people who call Tsume Demonic. People who... dislike me... And... people hwo... well, thats really it. OH! I almost forgot. I like the color green." He grinned widely looking down at his clothes. "Green is just so awesome. People look at me like i am crazy wearing bright clothes though... But I say, It fights the heat. I don't know why people think wearing bright clothes is a bad thing. Really... It doesn't make sense to me why people don't like my clothes..."
He stood up, and did a pose, trying to imitate Tsuya. He fell backwards in a fit of laughter, though, and then sat up.
"And a random fact... Oh, I am a falconer, teehee."
Ge grinned widely, rubbing the back og his head as Tsume eyed the two others.
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Post by Tsuya on Jan 13, 2008 0:07:18 GMT -5
Tsuya stared at the little boy for awhile then scratched her head again. “Yeeeeaaah. Right.” These two certainly were characters. She hoped upon hope that they would not overload her ADD with their yapping off at the mouth. “So, I’m gonna start training you guys now. And I hope you were listening closely to your teammate, because we learn these things so you guys can know enough about them to work as team.” Honestly, Tsuya had no idea what she was talking about. She was just winging it. Why wouldn’t they give me genius ninja for my first team, eh? She thought to herself. There was nothing she could about it now.
“Okay, so we’re gonna head out to the desert. There’s an oasis out there, but unfortunately, you guys are gonna have to find it on your own. So--” She paused for a second to hand them a map, only this map was devoid of directions.
It looked like a child’s poorly treasure map with a picture of some dashes, that curved around the page, then an X that signified the oasis. “I know exactly where it is, so I’m gonna meet you guys there. You, on the other hand, have to work together to find it. See ya, butt munchers!”
And with that, she leaped away, using her acrobatics to climb to the roof of a residential building, then dashed out of site.
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Post by Ieyasu on Jan 13, 2008 3:12:04 GMT -5
A wierd chilling sensation pulsed through Ieyasu's body as he looked up at his sensei. The way she looked at him after he had finished his introduction made him uncomfortable. It was the smile that she had that unsettled him the most, however. Apparently, she didn't take kindly to his little play on words, and even decided to give him a nickname of his own. Iabae-chan. She called him a housefly, since he was supposedly annoying her. It was against Ieyasu's nature to just simply let her 'win.' So, he would continue to play their little 'game.'
"Tch, whatever, Motemote-sensei."
He spoke in a grumble as he crossed his arms, and looked over at his teammate. The kid in the bright green outfit and the demonic bird that attempted to attack him prior to their sensei's arrival. It didn't take much for Ieyasu to come to the conclusion that this kid was more than a little on the slow side. Having been forced to endure him jumping about while tugging on his arm at their's sensei's previous display of athleticism. He even thought they were lucky for having her as their sensei. Yeah, lucky. I'm so lucky to be placed with a bunch of rejects, was his mental retort to that comment. His opinion of his teammate would only decrease as he was forced to listen to his overly drawn out introduction filled with needless enthusiasm.
When the boy finally brought his introduction to a close he attempted to do the same pose as their sensei, only to fall flat on his ass. Yet, he laughed about it. Bring his palm to his face Ieyasu shook his head and grumbled something about rejects and morons under his breathe. Sighing he looked back up at Tsuya as she started speaking to them again, and listened with a half-hearted enthusiasm. Watching as she pulled out a map Ieyasu blinked, and stared blankly at it as she handed it to him. Unraveling the roll of paper he saw a poorly drawn map with an "X" marking their destination. A sweatdrop appeared on the back of his head as Tsuya explained the mission, and then ditched them in all her acrobatic glory. Blinking as she vanished behind the building he looked back at the map, and then rolled it back up.
"You've got to be kidding me! That map is a piece of crap! I bet you that she made that thing five minutes ago too!!" Tossing the map onto the sun dried earth Ieyasu flung his arms over his head, and dropped down on his ass in frustration. "This is so stupid. I bet that she doesn't even know what the hell she's doing," he mutter as he looked at the map which had started to unravel itself.
"Stupid map."
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Post by Illusion on Jan 14, 2008 14:04:11 GMT -5
Even as she leapt off, Tsume soared into the air, circling above the building for a minute, before soaring off in the opposite direction the two boys were left sitting in. Shinpai, ignoring Ieyasu's objections to their sensei's method, grabbed the map and looked it over, turning it up and down, side to side, diagonally. He even held it up to the sun to see if there was anything concealed. He tried putting sand on it, tried scraping it as if it were a scratch off lotto ticket, and even tried waving it like a flag to see if something happened. Nothing. Nothing happened.
There was a sharp screech as Tsume flew into view of the two boys, and began circling down to land next to Shinpai. "Did you see which way she went?" A disheartening squawk was the only answer. Setting the map down to look at it, Shinpai spoke to Ieyasu without looking at him.
"Are you any good at tracking? Do you like, have a super nose or anything? I heard there were people out there who had super noses, and could smell like, anything."
Having a tracker would make things easier then they would be without one. Shinpai already had an idea as to what he might do. There were several things he could do. However, one of the things would have to wait until they were actually in the middle of the desert, away from the village. The other, he suddenly jumped up for. He had a large grin on his face, and formed a small set of handseals, placing his right hand on Tsume. "Taka Baika no Jutsu!" Why he yelled the name of the technique out, he himself didn't know. He liked the sound of his own voice sometimes, wanting to randomly talk whenever he could. Before the two boys' very eyes, the falcon would go from being as small as it was, to being twice it's size. Then three times. Soon, it had to be taller then Shinpai, standing at around five feet. Shinpai was a little short, and Ieyasu seemed to be a little tall. Tsume was only just smaller then Ieyasu. The bird gave a screech, which was much louder then it had been before. It flapped it's wings a couple times readjusting itself to it's new height.
"I might be able to get a better view and compare the map to where we are. I dunno though. It's worth a shot though."
He smiled widely again, and began to climb onto Tsume's back. He had the map in hand, and waited to hear if the boy could track at all before he would take off.
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Tsuya
Jōnin - 上忍
Glass Kunoichi
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Post by Tsuya on Jan 21, 2008 18:47:24 GMT -5
Meanwhile, somewhere in the desert...
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The heat was blazing. It was only about a half past noon, so Kaze no Kuni was at it’s hottest point in the day. I perfect time and perfect temperature for training the runts. If they wanted to learn how to be great ninja, they’d have to learn how to brave the scorching heat and the freezing cold. And, as anyone who lived in the desert conditions of the wind country knew, the nights were frigid, only comparable to Mizu no Kuni in temperature. This was the perfect place to learn to be a shinobi. The desolate wastelands of--
“HEY, YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE!” A voice called from behind her.
"Oh. So it seemes I have visitors..." the sensei mumbled with a crooked, cat-sly smile crawling upon her lips.
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Post by Ieyasu on Jan 22, 2008 18:05:36 GMT -5
Letting out a deep sigh of frustration Ieyasu looked down at the map as it billowed lightly with the breeze. In his mind this whole thing was stupid, borderline retarded. The task in itself seemed to be an impossible feat. She basically picked up a piece of paper and drew a doodle and called it a map. With each passing moment the idea of him being placed on a squad of rejects sunk its roots deeper into his mind. The desert was incredibly large, and they were supposed to find some stupid oasis with insufficient supplies. Was she trying to get them killed?
Hearing the crinkling of paper he turned his attention to the other boy, who had picked up the map. He watched as he went through every possible method to see if the map had any concealed information, but it was futile. The map was exactly as it appeared. After reaching that conclusion he would ask Ieyasu if he had some sort of special ability that could assist in tracking down their sensei. Him. If there was an easier way to locating her then Ieyasu would have already done it. He just looked at the boy in the neon green clothes for a moment, but would not respond. At least not initially.
Then, out of nowhere, the kid would yell out something before placing his hand on his bird. His eyes widened in shock and awe at what he witnessed that moment. That demonic bird that had tried to attack him earlier was growing, and would continue to grow. It would finally stop when it was roughly around his height, but still shorter. Ieyasu was at a lose for words as he scuttled back to put even mroe distance between them. Realizing he was starting to overreact Ieyasu quickly composed himself, and stood up. Not bothering to look at Tsume or Shinpai he spoke.
"Tch. You're obviously the tracker of the group. Just start scouting already."
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