[h1][center][color=808080]Isami Suzuki[/color][/center][/h1]
[color=90EE90]“It’s not simply a matter of cutting down a tree, Isami-chan, but rather that it would help make the course a bit easier for us. I know it’s practically impossible to do forty laps in one afternoon. Especially with a field of this magnitude. That’s more a jounin’s specialty than ours.”[/color]

Of course it was practically impossible. No, it [i]was[/i] impossible. If their sensei had this sort of training exercise in mind, what sort of crazy things lay ahead of them?

[color=90EE90]“Sensei’s a bit insane, I have to say, but I see what you’re saying. I am obsessing over the water a bit, heh. And don’t worry so much, I’m sure there’s something we could do!”[/color]

[i][color=808080]I'll probably die a miserable death by tripping over a tree root before we even find out there's 'something we can do!'[/color][/i]

Her dark thoughts reflected onto her face with her eyebrows wrinkling up in worry. Supposed death was just inches away from her face and worst of all, Isami's head was in complete shambles. Also, it wasn't like their sensei was going to wait an entire day for the team to come up with some sort of strategy. Takeo seemed more than ready to kick some Genin butt, while Isami was stressing over plans and honorifics.

[color=8B4513]"I've been doing some thinking also...I think eighty is a better number for the test. Forget forty."[/color]

Isami almost dropped to her knees after hearing her sensei's words. Did she hear that right? Had her sensei really scrapped the whole forty laps idea and replaced it with eighty? What was this, and Isami death trap specifically planned out to exhaust and kill the little girl?

But that wasn't the end of it. As soon as Isami had started her jog into the deadly eighty lap course, Takeo formed a couple of handsigns to bring a wall of earth to the height of the surrounding trees. The looming shadow that stood over Isami made her eyes widen, terror written all over her pale coloured face. Looking back, she noticed that the amber-eyed boy remained stationary in his spot, most likely just as horrified as she was. 

[color=808080]"Tsukarei-san, above you-"[/color]

Not wanting to get squished like a fly on a hot summer's day, Isami leapt to the side, the large dirt wall crashing down onto the forest floor. The impact shook Isami off balance, making her tumble to the ground. Being as light as she was definitely had its many disadvantages.

Staggering to her feet, Isami stared ahead, eyeing the destruction her sensei had caused. Why Takeo decided to do something like that was unknown to her, but at least all those troublesome trees were out of the way now. It was about time Isami actually got a move on, though. Her sensei wasn't far behind, and who knows what other techniques he would be willing to pull on his squad?

Following after Keita, Isami weaved her way through the remaining trees until she reached the large earth path.

Mission Impossible was a go.