[i][b]Sayuri Amaya[/b][/i]

Sayuri quickly bowed before Kato as he arrived, delivering a hidden smile facing the ground, as she found out everything she had heard about him was true. [b]“It seems to be that time of the year, Byakuya Kato.”[/b] She made sure to emphasize her tone on his name. Sayuri quickly walked up to the Yukikages desk and dropped the plastic bag on it. [b]“Miss Bayachi made this for you, sir.”[/b] She bowed again and walked back, still facing the Yukikage. She was wondering what filing cabinet she would get to clean out this time. However, Kato [b]did[/b] speak of candidates and subjects. Perhaps her request to be a teacher had been approved? 

She maintained a still face, not wanting to give away that she couldn't quite be sure of why she was here. However, something irked her. It was the hypocricy in Kato's statement. She didn't turn to talk to him, but simply looked at the Yukikage as she spoke these words, almost silent, but loud enough for all of them to hear. [b]“Perhaps, [i]Byakuya Kato[/i], their sword is rusted. Are you as a teacher not supposed to polish it for them?”[/b] She glanced down at her feet, perhaps to show that she was humble, but everyone understood what she meant by this and the words weren't particularily subtle or nice. She then glanced at Kato himself and smiled gently. [b]“Or are you scared your own sword is rusted?”[/b] Her eyes glimmered a bit, something she could not stop. She loved this, the rivalry, the attitudes of people around her. It felt good to be back in the shinobi works, rather than filing papers all day. 

[i][b]Itsuki Yudai[/b][/i]

Itsuki was cleaning his room from the mess he had created last night. In his night blindness when he went to the bathroom, he had thrown over some stuff that was laying on a table. He grabbed the fallen pot and put it back on the table. He was lucky he didn't like cleaning as much as others, because the clothes on the floor had stopped the pot from breaking. Bút, it was time to go and clean. After putting everything back on the table he grabbed the clothes and dumped them in a clothes bin in the room. When he was done he sighed, took a look around and let himself fall back into his bed. Slowly his eyes started closing.

He thought back of class. He thought of everyone that failed. These people were so much better than him, how come he passed and they didn't? He could barely do a shinobi-worthy henge no jutsu, let alone perform a perfect one. And everyone around him was so strong. How would he ever be in a team with them and be considered a proper shinobi? He would always fall behind. [i]Sigh.[/i] Itsuki got up and decided to go for a run. Something to clear his mind at the very least. 

He left the house and started running around the village, through the village center to the other side. Somewhere around here were the training fields, he was sure. Somewhere over there... he squinted and in the distance saw one of the training fields. The snow was sometimes a bit annoying, blocking your vision and all. He jogged over and quickly entered the field. Weird. It didn't seem like there was any other students around? [b]“Maybe with their kekkei genkai they don't need to train.. they are just magically good at everything.”[/b] he grunted to himself as he started to run circles in the training field, making a circular shape in the snow because of his boots. Despite his small anger, he was calm. More calm than before, at the very least. After about eight laps he stopped, and took a breather. Then he went to the center, where a tree stood. Some of the bark had been chipped off by people using it for taijutsu training, so someone had taken precautions and had strung up some sort of padded pillow on the tree. Clever.

He started kicking the padded pillow, for as long as his body would allow it. He could feel himself tiring out so quickly, but made himself keep going, so that maybe he could become better. When he could barely stand, he put his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths. [b]“I'll never get there this way.”[/b] he panted to himself. Itsuki shook his head and stood up straight, this time punching the pillow over and over using every technique he could imagine, straight punches, hooks, palm thrusts, everything. This would be a long day.