[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/26f4142a-f402-4b6e-88b8-4025a5a477c1.png[/img][h3][color=black][b]π‘Όπ’π’Žπ’†π’Š[/b] [i]運命[/i][/color][/h3] [sup][sup][i][/i][/sup][/sup][/center][hr][hr] [indent]The boiling water was bubbling as it was poured down into a cup, a vapor with a rather pleasant smell- at least in Unmei's taste, filling the small room as she swung it gently around. She let it sit for a few minutes, then slowly removed the teabag and placed it over the sink, leaving it there while she moved to sit on a frail, old wooden chair in front of a table in similar state, completely empty of any decoration or object of importance. Honestly, the whole building was kind of depressive - the walls were painted in a boring beige color, probably painted that very color as a reminder of how sad this place was, all furniture seemed as if they were already there back when Pain was still alive and there was a severe lack of decoration. Happiness wasn't meant to exist here. Unmei did not mind one bit. A few years ago she slept in a tent that was much worse than this, having her own place, despite how bad it looked, was a victory in itself. Being a shinobi paid rather well - at least for someone that had absolutely no income whatsoever apart from what she could scavenger or maybe steal from others. Her missions weren't too complicate, either. She might've had a few close calls and dangerous situations, but such life was beaten into her much before she became a shinobi of Amegakure. The only thing that really bothered her was... [center]不俑 [sub]Fushin | Distrust[/sub][/center] Her clan was known and while Unmei wasn't not known to all as part of a clan that was practically thrown out of Amegakure no Sato and lived as criminals until they met their end, some jonin and politically inclined individuals knew the truth and Unmei could literally feel their distrust when they looked at her. She was loyal same as they were, she was willing to dedicate her life to the village in the same manner they would, but no matter what, it was still an ever present feeling of displacement that the young jonin couldn't get rid off. Perhaps training her very first team of genin would finally change something. Maybe they'd become reputable, well known shinobi and cleanse Unmei's name by consequence. Fate would decide. The warmth of the boiling liquid made Unmei ghost a sigh with a soft 'aah'. It was a relieving drink and Unmei was particularly very fond of warm drinks in general. Especially coffee and tea, both of which she secretly considered herself pretty good at making. A quick glance at the watch in the wall, with a broken grass piece missing, made an eyebrow raise. How did time pass so quickly? Soon, the students of the academy would be gathering for the amekage's speech and their graduation. It should be an exciting moment for them. Unmei exhaled slowly, picking up her cup, she sipped a few more times before placing it at the sink, spending no more than a minute cleaning it up before she moved around the small apartment, picking up a folder and placing it under her left arm, she rolled her shoulders and stretched her back, then ruffled a hand through her hair to put back in place a few misplaced strands before she reached out and twisted the knob of the door, leaving the small apartment. She didn't even care to lock it up.[hr] After the ceremony had taken place, Unmei was sitting by a pond located within the Uragiri clan area. To her, it was a rather peaceful place and the Uragiri was a clan she was kind of fond of. They were hardworking individuals and their appearance was quite exquisite - not in a bad way. Unmei appreciated the fishy eyes. She had personally worked with a young man from this clan in the nearby past, Sakana was his name. Talented and dedicated, though not very sociable- their mission went perfectly fine nonetheless. There was something about him that made Unmei think that he could understand her through her silence and in the short time they worked together, she enjoyed how quickly he could make right decisions that meant the success or failure of the mission. In the jonin's lap, there was numerous files regarding the team that she would lead. She was reading through intently and was apparently focused, but deep down, she was feeling nervous. Slightly so. It was an experience she had before but she had to do her best no matter what. From what she could tell, she had a team with a lot of potential. Their names had been mentioned a few times in the past. Orphans were very well trained, even if the manner of training was rather harsh. They would grow used to whatever method of training Unmei planned very quickly. Good. She enjoyed people with a knack for adaptation... [/indent]