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[indent][sup][color=black][b]Location: Uragiri Clan Compound [Koi Breeding Pond] | Time: 9AM [9:12] | Post Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrlZlONtLCQ]WEB_INK - The Rinnegan[/url] 
Interaction: Team 7 [Sakamoto Isami -- [@Shizuochan], Shinjo Tsubasa -- [@McHaggis], Kajiya Tatsuya -- [@Raijinslayer][/b][/color][/sup][/indent]

Watching the graduation ceremony had been a big snore to Sakana and, if he had been given the chance, he'd have avoided the duty of visiting it. Understanding the purpose of his visit -- the presence of higher ranking shinobi to give the ceremony some form of accreditation -- did not inherently improve his opinion on the whole 'being forced to watch these kids put on a headband' but, ultimately, he'd volunteered to lead a team pending his reassignment. He had nobody else to blame but himself. Atleast they got to stand under the metal awning extending from the metal wall, which was useless at first, but offered a degree of cover from the rain that Yogensha pulled from the clouds above. Ahh, Amegakure no Sato as they were used to. Although the crowd was relatively large for an otherwise small amount of graduates, Sakana still stood out, given his peculiar appearance, black sclera notwithstanding. 

His eyes trailed over the backs of the lined up genin-to-be, trying his best to figure out who were going to be 'his.' Make no mistake, Sakana was far from an ideal sensei-figure, and the only reason he had volunteered was to fill the time between assignments pending a temporary lack of missions for jonin level shinobi. In those cases, there were typically three options -- perform genin or chunin level missions, perform standard activities such as patrols and barrier-response duty, or.. well, leading a team of snot-nosed kids. 

Reading the files on these kids prior to the graduation didn't help him much. The information was lacking and, despite his best efforts to create a mental image, none of these kids matched his imagination. The team essentially boiled down to a team consisting of 'weapons guy', 'taijutsu girl' and 'lava guy.' But there was no guy with twenty weapons strapped to his person, there was no buff titan of a girl, and there was no guy whose limbs turned to lava, so Sakana was out of ideas. [color=black][b]“Tsk,”[/b][/color] he hissed to himself, pulling in air through his teeth, [color=black][b]“whatever, guess I'll see them when they come to my little meeting. Guess I'll go and pick up that mission scroll now.”[/b][/color]

A week later the team would've received a message deliver to their home, their jonin nowhere to be seen upon delivery, leaving them in the dark about who he actually was lest they had seen or heard of the 'famous' Uragiri Sakana, the barely average prodigy that had become jonin at his 16th, but somehow had managed to convince everyone else that he was just average. In reality, he wasn't famous at all, though that didn't stop the Uragiri clan from praising him like he was. In fact, most people were probably happier to see him leave than come, given that his straight-forward, somewhat rude demeanor didn't rub off well on people for the most part, and his creepy appearance certainly didn't help him in that regard. 

The message they received did not spill any clues either, only marking a location and a time. [i]"Uragiri Koi Pond, 9.15."[/i] Not a place most people [i]knew[/i] of, and those that did might not even know where it was, just knew it existed, somewhere. Sakana wasn't one to play around, so he didn't perform any "bell test" or whatever those moronic Konohagakure shinobi had come up with to fuck around with their students, but the new genin should make no mistake -- this was their first test, and it was painstakingly simple. Find out where the Uragiri Koi pond was, and be there at exactly 9.15. Timeliness was the mother of all military operations, at least in Sakana's mind, as a second too late or too soon could mean the death of entire squads, platoons, battalions. Better to be precisely on time.

Finding out where the koi pond was would be a challenge on it's own, though once the three genin had, individually or all together, figured out that the koi in the large pond in the village center came from the Uragiri koi breeding pond, they would've perhaps been able to ask the local tradesmen at the market surrounding it where to find the koi pond. Someone must've bought these koi, right? Once they'd figured it out, it'd be a straight line to the Uragiri koi pond -- where they'd find their new sensei waiting. And since they had had about a week to figure it out and piece the clues together, it was expected that they'd all make it... or face disbanding of the team, and getting sent back to the academy. The stakes would already seem higher than they were in the academy, even for simple tasks like meeting the sensei.

He was sat there, squatted on the edge of the pond, his hand in the water aimlessly moving around in circles. It seemed he was enthralled with something, and upon closer inspection, the genin might've found that in the pond itself, two fish were swimming in circles, following closely the pattern that Sakana was making with his hand. They were black, with a white dot, and a white fish, with a black dot. The famous yin-yang koi that had lived for much longer than any other koi, specifically bred by the Uragiri clan as their image -- the Uragiri clan symbol that was sewn into the back of Sakana's jacket. 

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[color=black][b]“So-so...”[/b][/color] he spoke up, his face not lifting from the pond as he focused on the fish intently. [color=black][b]“You made it? I'm surprised.”[/b][/color]

His calm demeanor made him seem a bit more calm than he truly was, and perhaps that was planned. Regardless, he continued on, the hand in the pond slowing down slightly, and so did the fish in the pond. 

[color=black][b]“Tsuboso,”[/b][/color] he then continued, purposely messing up her name, [color=black][b]“what do you think of fate? Do you think it was your fate to be assigned to my team, or was it just sheer.. luck? Unless you think it's unlucky.”[/b][/color] Hidden by his long black hair, though visible through it only slightly, he cracked a wide grin, amused by the prospect of his new student's answer. 

[color=black][b]“And you, Sakamoto boy. What's the purpose of a shinobi? You swing around weapons, so you must know the answer.”[/b][/color] The grin widened, as did his eyes ever so slightly, still peering into the dark water. 

[color=black][b]“And... finally, Tatsu-tsu. If you could make me a weapon, no matter how high the cost, what would you make for me?”[/b]
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The questions were all pointless, and weren't even styled as an impromptu exam meant to test their skill or knowledge. It wasn't a bell test. It wasn't even a written exam like you'd expect from a chunin exam, or a pop quiz. It was just.. Sakana, asking random questions that he seemed to want the answer to. Was this what their team would be based on? Random pieces of information, brought together only by a sensei that seemed more inclined to ask random things than actually form a team? Surely not right?

[color=black][b]“Ah, anyway, I almost forgot. Here,”[/b][/color] with his free hand he reached to his back pouch, lifting the top of it and reaching for a scroll. He pulled it out, let his hand veer down and then upwards, before releasing the scroll, tossing it towards the trio of genin, expecting [i]one[/i] of them to atleast step forward and try to catch it, since he threw it way too soft for it to land close to them if they didn't move. [color=black][b]“That's our mission, take a look.”[/b][/color]

[hider=Kusagakure Border Investigation.][indent][color=black][b]Mission Name[/b][/color]: [indent] Kusagakure Border Investigation.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=black][b]Mission Rank[/b][/color]: [indent]D.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=black][b]Description[/b][/color]: [indent]Kusagakure has always been on shaky, but relatively amicable terms with Amegakure, benefitting of a trade agreement that primarily dealt in weaponry being shipped to the Kusagakure shinobi. Recently trade has shriveled up and traders report that they were being turned back at the border without explanation. Although it is Kusagakure's right to deny entry into their country, there is something strange about this all -- especially given the fact that there have been no communicatins between Kusagakure and Amegakure ever since Yogensha took control of the Hidden Rain. We are dispatching your team to the border region to investigate and see what you can find out -- be careful not to attack any Kusagakure shinobi unless they attack first, as we would like to salvage this relationship.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=black][b]Special Equipment Required[/b][/color]: [indent]None.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=black][b]Reward[/b][/color]: [indent]1000 Ryo for each member of the team, plus a 200 Ryo leadership bonus for the team leader.[/indent][/indent][/hider]

Bored of his own shenanigans at that point, Sakana stood up and waved his wet hand around a bit, the drops of water flying around before he turned to his team. His grin had disappeared and he seemed more serious now, stepping closer to his team. [color=black][b]“It seems our 'friends' hidden in the grass have stopped letting our people through. Tatsuya, I expect this will be of particular interest to you, since your clan probably trades a lot of weapons to these grass-chewers. Anyway, we're just observing apparently, because fighting these guys to force open their borders will probably be a bit too hard for some new guys like you. So... are you ready, or were there any questions burning on your mind that you just [i]have[/i] to ask?”[/b][/color]