[Center][img]http://i.imgur.com/5R1TGxw.png[/img] [h1]Eiichiro Kishimoto[/h1] [/center] The day started like most others, him waking up, kissing his wife and getting out of bed. A quick shower and a shave were in their place, huddling along on his one leg, he was wearing only his undergarments and a tanktop when he stepped out of the bathroom, his wife sat on the bed, smiling, her hand on her stomach. Kishimoto smiled at her, and they traded words, hopes for the baby, but also about the fact that this wasn't an ordinary day for him. He was gonna become a jonin again - captain of a team. It had been almost twenty years since he did that last. Juri smiled, as he sat down on the bed next to her, she laid her hands on his left shoulder, feeling where his arm had once been, her hands began glowing, using her medical ninjutsu to dull the pain he felt in what remained of the arm. He got dressed, in his black net shirt, and a nice red kimono and warm pants. He put on his single ninja tabi, while others thought it was rather cold outside today, he found it rather refreshing in his leg. He and Juri had breakfast together downstairs, having delightful chat, Juri had to go out before him, an early surgey at the hospital. They kissed each other goodbye, Kishimoto hunching down and kissing her stomach before she left the house. He grabbed his crutch and headed up the stairs into his study to spend the time he had left before he had to leave reading. Old reports from his time in the hokage's office that he spent his time reviewing, thinking to himself that he'd become a better ninja if he kept learning from the village's past. Soon, the clock would be enough, and he set out to go see The Third. He headed into the busy streets of Konoha, still happy to see people out and about, still not able to quite grasp the fact that the cold winter was past them, and that a new chapter of the village was starting. He looked up at the mountain side of the village, where the face of his surrogate father was carved in - his own, nor the thirds had not gotten this treatment yet, it was rather low on the priority list, and he was against either of them being put in the same light as the first, he believed it would undermine the greatness of the First. He mused as the huddled around, his white coat covered up his stump, both on the arm and the leg, and most of his crutch, he could walk rather seemlessly with the crutch, keeping up with everyone else around him - far more able bodied than himself. He soon arrived at the Hokage's Office. A place full of memories. Most were tough times, but he had some good memories here, too. Entering the Hokage's office, a sense of nostaligia washing over him everytim he did so. He couldn't quite shake the feeling. The place was different under the third, a different aura was in the air. The air felt [i]easier[/i] like everyone weren't on the top of their toes at all time, waiting of the next attack from enemies, or the next battleground to be chosen. It was calming, really. Even if Mawari - The Third, was far from a [i]calm[/i] woman. She greeted him, Kaido and Senhime, both of which were excellent jounin, Kaido was a man in search of political pursuit, and Senhime was a immigrant. He didn't agree with either on them on everything, and they had their fair share of differences, but he respected both of them, and he would put his life, and the fate of the city in either of their hands. She presented them with their teams. Kaido gracefully left once he had been briefed, that man's efficency was matched by none. Kishimoto was given a team of three Genin, as such, the odds of them seeing heavy combat was slim. A sigh of relief, with a hint of disappointment and maybe even a slight bit of bruised Ego escaped him. He was sure the Third had nothing but the best intentions for him, for him to not strain himself teaching these children, yet, he couldn't help but feel a little underwhelmed that she stuck him with the newbies. He wasn't going to pout about it, though, instead, he was surprised at the revelation that Mawari-San would be teaching a squad all on her own. "I see you're tending to the concerns of the Sarutobi and Hyuuga, huh. A Hookage leading a team's without precedent. A play I'd expect from Kaido, not you, Third. There might be a politician in you after all." He complimented with a grin. "I'll make sure to do my best to train these genin with my ever so gentle, but firm [i]hands[/i]. Make soldiers Konoha can be proud off. Good luck to you, Third." He huddled out of the room, down the stairs - a Chunnin ran into him, the chunnin was older, one of the ones who had been a clerk in the kage's office when he was in the office above. "O-Oh! I'm so sorry Lord Kisihmoto!" He said, trying to lend Kishimoto a hand to help him down the stairs. The former Hokage smiled softly at him. "It's quite all right, Ibu. No harm done. How's the family?" He asked, and the embarassed Chunnin smiled at him. "The wife is great, the kids are growing up so fast! I heard Juri's expecting, too? Congratulations!" Ibu said, patting him on his shoulder. Kishimoto smiled. "She is. The family's getting bigger. Honestly more worried about a pregnant Juri than I ever was of enemy forces." He laughed roughly. "Actually, Ibu, if you're not too busy, could you lend me a hand with something?" He asked, and Ibu froze for a second - realizing what the Second had just said. "I- uh.. Yeah, sure!" "Can you call my three genin students to come meet me out at the Lake on Training field 4?" He said, handind Ibu the folder, and Ibu nodded. "Y-Yes, Lord Kishimoto-sama!" He said, bowing deeply. Kishi smiled. "It's just Kishi now. Just another vest now." Ibu smiled sheepishly, before he went to gather the three genin. Kishimoto huddled off to the market to get himself some supplies for his meeting with the genin.