[center][color=orange][h2]Maema Nisshoku[/h2][/color]
[sub]Introductions and Observations[/sub][/center]

[indent][indent] He held Dogma’s Disciple tightly in his hand, holding it above him as he thought on his father. He could see the older man training in the backyard of his old home. The mystical blue saw-shape that stretched from the steel blade cut the air with a sharp whistle. It made home feel not so far away when he envisioned the Yasu so close, swinging his blade with a practiced excellence. 

Maema sat up in his bed quickly, placing the scabbard out of site as he stared at the girl. As was usual of anyone, she massacred his name. He spoke underneath her own words, correcting her as she tried to get right. “Maema” he would repeat every time she got wrong. Once she gave up and decided to address him as “Mister Nisshoku” he sighed with annoyance and moved to sit on the side of the bed. He rubbed his hair as she left and stood up. 

[color=orange][i]Room 8B? And apparently I’m on her team. I hope she ends up getting my name downpack soon, else she’ll become really annoying.[/i][/color] 

Maema left Dogma’s Disciple on his pristine bed before putting on the gold dog-tag with a black-string looped through it around his neck. The cold element became a noticeable weight on his chest as he left his room in favor of the 8B. On the way there he fell in tow with a few others. Namely a girl with rather unremarkable features. He thought he had heard others call her, Rin but he wasn’t confident enough to say so himself. 

Once inside he acknowledge the Commander with a respectable though slight nod, than did the same to her younger sister. He took a seat next to Rin before leaning back in the chair with his arms folded. The moment introductions were made, he had lasting observations on each person. Takashi was more-than-likely a nice guy who enjoyed a good fight, the former Commander of Konohagakure’s forces was not to be trifled with, and Rin was--as he thought--unremarkable.

Once it became clear that no one else was willing to go, Maema stood up, found the comfort of his pockets and bowed. [color=orange][b] “I’m May-Ma Nisshoku,”[/b][/color] he said before pulling himself back up. [color=orange][b] “I have a peculiar kekkei-tota that I plan on using to slay the dragon. Its not a friendly ability to be honest.”[/b][/color] 

Without so much as a smirk on his lips he sat back down and glanced around at the table to see who would go next.  [/indent][/indent]