Myth Okiyama stood at the entrance to Training Ground 22, shifting his weight between his feet nervously. In his hand was a piece of paper, the letter he had recieved, informing him of his admittance to a squad: Division A. Myth was, however, skeptikal about his alleged admittance. He had only just recently passed the Ninja Academy, and barely at that. At first, Myth thought that the letter was a prank from his sister. He was expecting an ambush. However, he quickly wrote this off. Her sistermhad been gone for two years. She wasn't coming back.

Myth looked up towards the sky. The sun was nearly at it's peak. [i]Almost noon,[/i] he thought. Myth took a deep breath and decided to face whatever trap might have been set for him. He stepped inside of the Training Grounds, and headed for the group he had been watching for a couple of minutes. He assumed that the group was Division A. He remembered some of the faces from pictures provided with the letter, but not their names. Instead of introducing himself, Myth preferred to stay quiet. He took his place under a tree, sitting against it. It sure was a nice day.

Myth pulled out a kunai from a back pocket and tried twirling it like a top in the grass. It didn't function very well at all as a toy, and fell after a second. He started thinking about the situation he was in. Here he was, a sub-par Genin in a group of other ninjas of varied skill. All of which seemed to be better than Myth. He reasoned to himself that there was always a last place in everything, but it didn't change his uncomfortability with the situation. The Training Grounds he had heard of. He had heard that this was a Taijutsu facility. Myth remembered studying Taijutsu at the academy. A memory that clearly stuck out was hitting a training dummy in the wrong way and hurting his wrist badly. The memories of the pain made Myth shudder, and he hoped that the day would go by quickly without injury.