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He couldn't help but want this guy to be put in his place but Gin knew for a fact that this 'person' was nothing more than a spoiled brat with a superiority complex. In Gin's eyes, he was already above him. [i]"You'll work with people you will not like and some may think that they are more important then you, but you have to remember that he or she is still [i]"your"[/i] teammate and the mission is priority."[/i] Gin sighed. [color=00aeef]"Mission is priority."[/color] He said low enough that only he could hear.

He looked out towards the road leading away from Konaha. He sighed as he looked away from the road to the sky, his hand gripped the handle of Sukkaikatta in small intervals. He was preparing himself for this. In his mind there was a strong chance that this wouldn't turn out to be a simple mission but a life and death experience. As he made his way out the gates with Haruka leading them, he moved up to meet the green haired ninja. Gin looked over to say something but held his tongue, not to provoke anything else. Instead he pushed some chakra into his legs and feet and hoped up into the tree line, waiting for the rest of the group.

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[h2][i]Kirigakure, Kakiyama residence, Gin “Kyasupa” Kakiyama, Age 9[/i][/h2]
[color=662d91]“One, two, three, one, one, two three, two! Keep that grip on your sword Junior!”[/color] [color=00aeef]“Yes sir! ”[/color] On each count Gin swung his bokken. His body felt like jelly for  quite some time now.  Since the morning to be exact and his body perspired heavily from the training that was brought onto him by this man man. This  man had quite an aura about him. It felt like that of a seasoned vet,  he held himself with a stoical posture as he paced around the young Gin slowly, analyzing each stroke as if it were a true blade. His stance, his swing, his retraction and his movement, nothing was safe from his critisim. He would now and again stop him and adjust his stance, move his arms around into the correct positions and have him restart the regiment. The old man was none other than Gin Sr., many of his fellow Jounin knew him as “The Phantom of the Mist” thanks to his ability to effectively and efficiently use the Hidden Mist and Silent Killing Art on the battlefield. To his ANBU comrades he was simply known as “Ghost” due to the mask he adorned on missions. His son, on the other hand, was simply known as “Kyasupa-kun”, a little pet name that a fellow Jounin of Gin Sr. came up with though, his father simply called him "Junior". The sun was high, a sign that Gin and his son had been out since 6am with a small breakfast. His father looked up into the sky, covering his eyes from the glare of the sun.

[color=662d91]"Alright Junior, take a 5 minute break for now, then we will get on to sparring." [/color] His son grunted as he fell on his butt, it took a few seconds for the burn to really set in. "Junior" rolled his right shoulder, his left hand rested on the right side of his neck as he looked up at his dad. [color=00aeef]Hey dad, you think we can stop for the day. I would like to have a life outside of training."[/color] His father looked off to the house and then to the sky before shooting a squinty glance over at his son." [color=92278f]"How long have we been training since you started school?"[/color]

Little Gin crossed his arms and closed his eyes, thinking back to the first day of training. He sighed as he looked up at his father. [color=00aeef]"Just about every day. Before I go to the academy, after I go and almost all day on the weekend."[/color] His father shook his head. [color=92278f]"No…no. How many days?"[/color] His son let out an [color=00aeef]"Oh"[/color] as he placed a fist in his hand with a smile. [color=00aeef]"Two and a half weeks straight and some of my friends planned on going to a movie or something this weekend."[/color] His face saddened slightly. [color=00aeef]"That is, if you would rather me trai..."[/color] He paused as he looked up at his father, who was smiling, his hands rested on his side as he gestured the young boy to the house. [color=92278f]"Go ahead, Junior. You earned it. But starting Monday we continue where we left off."[/color] Gin's face brightened as he jumped up from where he was, fist thrusted into the air until a throbbing pain reminded him of training today. [color=00aeef]Yeah! Alri...ow."[/color]  He held his shoulder as he made his way back to the house. As the boy went into the house, a woman appeared in the doorway. Her long white hair blew gently in the breeze. She gave the man a glare. She leaned against the exterior wall as Gin Sr. made his way over to her.

“Gin, why are you so hard on the boy?” She asked as she laid her head against the wall, her arms folded and her legs crossed. [color=92278f]"Because I expect a lot from him. He's not just some boy, he's going to be a ninja and he needs to be ready for it. I wish my parents did this for me."[/color] She sighed and looked into the house. Gin never took look to get ready for anything, except sometimes when he didn't want to go train right away. Gin Sr. looked into her ice blue eyes with his own. [color=92278f]"Sakura if you want me two back off with the training a bit, fine. But the days I [i]do[/i] train him, he can thank you for why he won't be able to walk in the morning."[/color] With that she smiled before slamming him on the top of the head. "YOU GONNA BLAME THAT SHIT ON ME! I DON'T THINK SO HUN!"