[h3][color=CE2F4C]Hoseki Rengoku[/color][/h3][hr]
[indent][indent]Hoseki was disgustingly quiet while Diachi-sensei explained the rules on top of Flower Hill, a cozy smirk rested on his face. But on the way there, all he was doing was talking tactics with the others. He believed Team-Five was going to lose; partly because they lacked a certain kind of spirit, mostly because they were up against him. 

Mizo was busy yapping about unimportant what-ifs. That part of her irked him but only because it tried to force sense onto chaos. He often wondered what she’d do if things didn’t [i]need[/i] to make sense. Probably sit on her ass until it did. Hoseki chuckled at that, even as Emi-sensei directed them to their respective sides. 

Hoseki ruffled Mizo hair with a quick brotherly gesture, [color=CE2F4C]“Yap, yap, yap. We have trash in front of us that needs to be taken out,”[/color] he said with a gleaming grin. [color=CE2F4C]“That's all that matters isn't it. We get to prove to them that Team-Nine is leagues ahead of the others. Them included.”[/color]

His ruby eyes were cold as he observed the enemy, hands stuffed in his pockets. Team-Five was far away on the other side. Too far, he thought. [color=CE2F4C]“I wanna close the distance between us and them. Mizu, you can help with that right? and Kana, you'll save our asses if we get into deep shit won't ya?”[/color] He smacked his lips and his grin turned into a closed-lip smirk. 

Hoseki was an oddity, of that much he was sure. Not a speck of ninja-tools were on him, his gear was simple, and all he usually fought with were his fist. His black tank-top offered no defenses, his dark trousers were only accentuated by a thick leather belt, and his black ninja sandals were really only used to house the ends of said-trousers. He wore a silver ring on his left middle finger, a thin silver bracelet on the same hand, and of course his signature corded-belt chain was the hall-mark for useless.

And still, with all the useless trinkets he managed to collect on himself, Hoseki still held supreme confidence in his ability to win. Fire started to lick at his fist and forearms.[/indent][/indent]