[h1][center][color=808080]Isami Suzuki[/color][/center][/h1]
[color=90EE90]"Thank you, Isami-chan,"[/color] Keita replied, looking down at the much smaller girl. Although she had kept a neutral expression for the past few minutes, her eyes widened at the mention of 'Isami-chan'. She brought her sleeve up to cover her reddening face, attempting to hide her embarrassment. To think Keita would reply in such a… casual manner made Isami blush a little. 

After her little stress session, Isami's head jerked up in surprise. Momo, who had kept quiet for a majority of the introduction, had suddenly made her way out of the training grounds, her sensei's eyes following her. Isami glanced up at the girl in confusion as Takeo gazed back at her and Keita. Strange… A mistake in the team formations perhaps?

As soon as the brunette left however, a certain, uneasy feeling swept over Isami. This feeling wasn't necessarily a negative one, but it was similar to that of an upsidedown rollercoaster stomach churn. Whoever this new person was, their chakra signature was not written in Isami's imaginary notebook. Even with her above average sensory skills, she couldn't really perceive what type of person she was expecting from this distance.

It was a shame, really. Isami was actually looking forward to work with Momo, despite their… differences personality wise. At least she wouldn't have been the only long distance fighter in the squad. Even though their ways of fighting were vastly different, they were similar in a way. But, now that she was no longer with her, going over what she knew about Momo was the least of her worries. Isami had to focused on her current objective:

Trying not to die while completing a whole forty lap run.

[color=90EE90]"Okay, so here’s the plan--”[/color]

Before he could finish, a voice clashed with Keita's, interrupting his last few words.

And there it was.

[color=FFFFE0]"Sorry I'm late. I got a little sidetracked on the way~"[/color]

It was an odd combination of colours. Like Takeo's, this person's voice resounded in Isami's head like rippling water, except these ripples seemed much softer and calm. [color=FFFFE0]Pale yellow[/color] seemed to be the more dominant colour in this sound, with [color=FF7F00]hints of orange[/color] and [color=6A287E]deep purple[/color] dotted here and there. She could even see [color=E8CCD7]dusty pink splodges[/color] hanging around too. Although the image wasn't visually spectacular, Isami had already taken a liking to this person's voice. She didn't know it well, but the sight of [color=FFFFE0]pastel yellow[/color] brought joy to her eyes.

After the sudden interruption, Isami took this moment to remember exactly who this person was. Glancing up, she could vaguely remember what this boy's name was. Kohaku, was it? If Isami had been that shocked to see the colours in this Genin's voice, then it was clear she hasn't spoken to him in a while. Or, they probably just haven't spoken to each other at all on any occasion. She couldn't really recall seeing anyone with dark red hair and eyes so orange they resembled street lamps in her time in the Academy. It wasn't rare to have people switch classes every year, so maybe she was never placed in the same class as him.

[color=90EE90]“My plan’s to cut one of the trees down in order to cross the lake. If we don’t, then it’d be more than hard to get up that hill while we’re wet, not to mention uncomfortable. ...or we could blow up the base of the tree near the ground to make it simpler. Only thing we’ll need to worry about is where it falls, so we’ll have to control the trajectory of its descent so we don’t get squashed. Unless either one of you have a better idea?”[/color] 

[color=808080]"That's not a bad plan at all,"[/color] Isami replied, looking back towards Keita. [color=808080]"I happen to have a small trick – well, more like a jutsu – up my sleeve to control said trajectory of the tree's descent. However…"[/color]

That wasn't the biggest problem on their hands. If they could get across the lake safely then that was all fine and dandy. The biggest worry here was how they were going to complete forty laps with their sensei tagging behind them. Being able to cross the lake without putting their clothes at risk was just something to make their lives easier. Even if they didn't chop the tree down and decided to wade through the water themselves, it was most likely they would end up with the same result: exhausted and lungs with a similar texture to shrivelled up mushrooms.

[color=808080]"It's not just that we should be stressing about. We should be worrying about how we're going to get through this entire course alive rather than pondering on how to chop a tree to be able to cross a lake. We have to think of the bigger picture here. Could there be traps? Land mines? Hidden holes perhaps? And on top of all that we have to figure out how we're able to complete this test without depleting so much of our stamina."[/color]

This whole strategy making situation was much more difficult than she had thought. She couldn't think straight at all, and her head was in complete shambles. Who knows? Maybe Keita or this new Kohaku guy had a plan in mind?

This morning was going downhill fast.