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[h1][color=00aeef]Kuroda Jōichirō ( 黒田 城一郎 )[/color][/h1]
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[color=00aeef][i]Well here we go....[/i][/color]
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Jōichirō waited his turn and listed to his father make the short speech about the world of the Shinobi. A world perhaps he knows more than his peers. His mother did not have too many stories to tell him about his father in his youth. What she did tell him was the graphic details of how his father was treated while taken as a prisoner in a foreign land. His father made sure she told him, and her objections fell on deaf ears. 

The world of Shinobi, if someone was to ask Jōichirō, would sound like a place where friendships often end too soon, allegiances change in a heartbeat and deaths were as common and numerous as there are ants in the fields. If caught by a rival village, one is as good as dead to those they loved and those who love them back. One can even say it might be in their best interest to not have friends or get into anything too serious in terms of relationships...

Jōichirō was stuck in a small daydream while his father was handing out the forehead protectors. When it was his turn, he jolted very slightly, and accepted the item from his father without much of a bow or any actions showing gratitude. After all, he has been playing with the same protector that belonged to his father ever since he could lift it by himself.

As his father did a small roll call for those who would be in his squad, Jōichirō felt something. He didn't know if it was relief, annoyance, or what, that he did not end up in his father's squad. Oh well. He sees this man enough anyways... The Jonin his father had chosen to lead the squad he would be in arrived soon after. Hisaki Matsuo. Can't say he is surprise to see that his father chose him to lead the other squad. He did not know much about the man, other than the fact that he is definitely capable. [color=00aeef]" Hello Matsuo-San..."[/color] He said in a slightly shaky, but confidence voice. He glanced at the Uchiha kid. There was no way in hell he was going to let him show him up, in any way. Mentally and physically, he readied himself for whatever mission he was about to undertake with his new squad, that happened to contain presumed heirs to two of the most ancient families in Konoha... 

Perhaps it was that Uchiha - Senju rivalry that has been in his blood for hundreds of years...

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[h1][color=00a651]Kuroda Tesshin[/color][/h1]
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[color=00a651][i]Let's roll.[/i][/color]
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Taking in the drink orders of the two Genin, Tesshin filled two half-sized field canteens. One with tea that was flavored with a little honey and contained herbs like ginseng and mint, and the other with some clean spring water and handed them to the two that had asked for them. 

The quiet one was still quiet. 

Nodding slightly, he looked to Hisaki [color=00a651]"Oi, young man. Here."[/color] He nonchalantly flipped him a scroll. But, the force behind it could be felt as a slight breeze. [color=00a651]"Thats for you and yours. Enjoy~"[/color] His voice trailed off at the 'y' . [color=00a651]"Now, for us. Kanzaki-Chan, I hope your good with your swords. Keep them near by, you might need them. The rest of you, stay frosty. We're in the real world now. No instructor will come by and stop the class if you're hurt. No time-outs. No take-backs. Keizo-Kun, when we come back, ramen is on me. We need to have a talk. Shikkaru-Kun, I look forward to seeing your shadow techniques in action."[/color] With a small smile, he continued, [color=00a651]"Alright Team.... Team.... Ahhh I don't have a team name. For now, its Team One. A gold star for the one that comes up with a name we all like. Anyways, Lets move out. We've got a mission to do..."[/color]

With that, Tesshin headed out of his office, moving briskly into the waiting room. Spotting another graduate. [color=00a651]"Ah. Yarin-Chan. I was wondering where you were. Come, we're leaving for a mission."[/color] Flicking his left wrist, another headband seemingly appeared in his hand out of thin air. The truth is, he had a wire attached to it, and pulled it to himself with it as he stepped out of the office. A subliminal move, but one that he pulled off with flawless execution. Handing the headband to the late Genin, he continued to move briskly out of the building.

[@Kurisa] You're up next

[@Tsukai] You're after him~