[table][row][/row][row][cell][center][h3][color=0EBFE9][b]Rashiku Karata[/b][/color] [color=#2E2C2C]__________________[/color][/h3][/center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/DZr8qqy.jpg[/img] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color][/cell] [cell][right][sub] [color=#2E2C2C]________________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] [i][color=0EBFE9]Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to my regret And now I know that I'm alive[/color][/i][/sub][/right][/cell][/row] [row][cell][color=#2E2C2C]______________________________________[/color] Rashiku had left earlier than he'd needed to in order to make it to Mekakushi-sensei's apartment, leaving himself time to walk more slowly. The early morning air felt the closest to his old home. The cool, slightly damp feeling. The summer season made it less so, but it was close as he could get. Moving through the town gave him time to think over the upcoming meeting. There he'd meet his third teammate, as Kiyoshi had been taken off of the team. Rashiku knew the name of the replacement, Akira Senju, but couldn't place them in memory. Even his instructor whom he'd met, he knew nothing about. His hand raised to scratch his white hair, the boy finding that he really didn't like how in the dark he felt. This was unacceptable, as he'd clearly paid too little attention. Remedy was needed, and he'd have to work on preventing this lack of basic information in the future. There was one among his team whom he had learned at least an acceptable amount of, but she still partially confounded him. Ami Uzumaki had met him a couple of extra times through the week, once by coincidence, and the other having been sought out by her friend Kimi who had asked many strange questions. The oddest thing about Ami was that she felt... not like a shinobi. She was far too gentle and he felt no predatory instinct like most others he'd met. What Misaki had said about her being too nice and no help in battle crossed his thoughts, but he couldn't fully believe that. The Academy would not have passed her did they not believe her ready. Perhaps that was one of her skills, hiding her intents. It would make sense if she was skilled at appearing helpless enough for an enemy to lower their guard. If that was the case, then it would be an impressive talent. Even her weapon specialization of a folded spear supported the theory. She was curious, and he was eager to see her fight. Arriving at the apartment, Rashiku was puzzled to find no answer when he'd knocked on the door. He knocked a couple more times, checking assignment letter to be sure of the address. Cautiously he turned the knob to find the door unlocked. Perhaps his sensei didn't hear him. [color=0EBFE9]"Sensei? Are you here?"[/color] He called out, still not hearing an answer. It felt strange, like he was intruding, but slowly the boy entered, figuring that if his teacher was not home that he would exit and wait outside. Immediately a suspicious object caught his eye, a wooden shuriken shallowly embedded into wall next to the doorframe. Something strange was going on, and quietly the boy took his sword's scabbard off his back to hold it at the ready. It didn't need to be drawn yet. [color=0EBFE9]"Chakra sight..."[/color] A couple weak signatures passed behind him, civilians in the street, not of any consequence. More of note was that he could see two people further into the apartment, past the entrance hallway and a couple of walls. People were already here, possibly his sensei, and also worrying were two lines of chakra going across the hallway directly infront of him, almost to where he'd walked into them. They clearly looked like tripwires, made of extremely weak chakra lines that would likely break with the slightest contact. It would take a bit of maneuvering, but Rashiku felt he could get around the lines and not make too much sound. The situation was suspicious enough that he thought it best to see who was in his instructor's home, and reporting it if it was needed. Jumping over the both of them was the best way to not risk accidentally snagging one, and a simple enough maneuver, but it turned out to not be the route that was truly safe. Right as he silently landed on the other side, a loud snap echoed through the hall right after a soft click of his foot touching a pressure plate hidden in the floor. [color=0EBFE9][i]'Damn it!'[/i][/color] From his left a line of wooden kunai and shuriken launched at him, and swiftly Rashiku rolled forward underneath them, evading them successfully but landing right into another planned pressure plate. [color=0EBFE9]"World focus!"[/color] Instantly his ability to detect the two chakra signatures in the apartment faded, but instead the incoming projectiles coming his way suddenly appeared to be flying at a snail's pace, along with his own movements going in slow motion. Dodging most, and catching the couple that he couldn't with his sword's scabbard, he kept moving in. The noise clearly had his presence revealed, and by the time he had gotten through, he had successfully not gotten hit by the traps, but activated many of them. Finally able to take a breath and stock of everything that had just happened, he looked to where the chakra signatures were to see a boy he didn't recognize, along with his instructor. Perplexed he deactivated his dojutsu, looking back and forth between the hallway and Takayuki.[/cell][cell][right][sub] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [i][color=0EBFE9]One push is all you'll need A fist-first philosophy We watch with wounded eyes So I hope you recognize I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to the regret [b]And now I see the world through diamond eyes[/b][/color][/i][/sub] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]________________[/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/BfbyV9Y.jpg[/img][/right][/cell][/row] [/table]