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[Center][COLOR=39b54a][sup][b]Konohagakure | Jonin | Wind Child[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=39b54a][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Afternoon[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Amegakure – Great Hall[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Aeolian][@Reflection][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Walking into the foreign lands of Amegakure was unsettling in the least. It wasn’t from the towering buildings and maze of pipes nor was it from the drastic distinction in population than Konoha. No, it was mostly just the air that really off put our young hero. The stench burned the hair follicles in his nostrils, Shizuka’s eyes couldn’t help but water as he choked on his own gag. Being the guardian for all matters concerning air, Shizuka was too sensitive to the air around him in any plane. Suffocating, the boy couldn’t bear inhale any more smog with insidious intentions for his lungs. The only detriment that was more precarious than his was the surrounding area. People seemed completely unaffected by the pollution ransacking their bodies. Madness, he thought, pure madness. Regardless, he could not stand to thrive in these conditions and so with a quick flick of the wrist a pale blue breathing apparatus affixed itself to the boy’s mouth and nose connecting at the back like a gas mask.

Now in his element, Shizuka lifted his arms into the air and spun them flawlessly as if he worked in a circus as an acrobat all his life. With one small hop a gust of wind coalesced into his hand as they led down to the space where his feet once were.  A small air ball formed under him as he sped off into the direction of the amphitheater the Hokage had instructed him to go to. Being one of the chosen few to become an ambassador for Konoha was an honor. An honor that was lost on the cloudy headed fool, fun was the only opportunity Shizuka saw in the matter. Happy to stretch his feet outside of his hotel, Shizuka was curious to see if he recognized any other shinobi from the chunin exams. Making his way inside the air vanished from underneath him as he landed like a cat on his feet, so nimble. He was then instructed by a random mediator to sit with the team he was assigned. 

Now in an enclosed space the young spry ninja could finally remove his oxygen apparatus. The instructor spoke to Shizuka, only for him to misunderstand his hand extension, showing him the location of his squad as an invitation to shake his hand. Shaking his hand furiously the shinobi recoiled in shock, probably wondering if Shizuka was actually an idiot. Like a goldfish, his attention dropped quicker than a drop of water as he saw his designated spot. Two of his comrades had already made their way into the stand and had begun to talk, not wanting to feel left out the excitement took over. Waving his hand in the air, Shizuka began to shout,[color=39b54a] “Hey guys!”[/color] now cupping his hands around his mouth as to somehow amplify his voice, [color=39b54a]“HEY! IT’S ME, SHIZUKA!”[/color] Sprinting up to his teammates he kept making himself painfully noticeable, drawing unnecessary attention to Squad 2.  

[color=39b54a]“Oooh you’re pretty”[/color] Shizuka said as he ogled the blonde haired kunoichi. The gust of wind collecting behind him would cascade forward, blowing the flower out of her hand, intended for Eita, and push her hair and clothing back along with Eita’s.[color=39b54a] “I like your bow! My name is Shizuka. I’ll be your partner from here on out. You look familiar…” [/color]Shizuka kneeled in real close his breath could be felt on her skin.[color=39b54a] “Are you from Kono—“[/color] he trailed off as the glint of Eita’s mothy cloak. [color=39b54a]“Whoaaaa who are you and what is this?!”[/color] he sang like a small child discovering something new to play with. Running his fingers through the cloak Shizuka’s face melted into an expression of euphoria, [color=39b54a]“Pet the magic rug. Pet the magic rug.”[/color] It was safe to say S