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✖ ‖ N a m e
Koji Takuma

✖ ‖ A g e / B i r t h d a y
29 / October 17th

✖ ‖ G e n d e r
Male

✖ ‖ B o d y T y p e
Somewhat tall, very athletic

✖ ‖ V i l l a g e
Konohagakure

✖ ‖ C l a n
Takuma - An unremarkable clan with no special Kekkai Genkai or jutsu, however they are quite patriotic and have served the Leaf since its beginning. Many of the clan lead civilian lives, helping with shops and repairs for the village. Those that have joined into the shinobi forces have shown some natural ability with Fuinjutsu, but their talents otherwise don't seem to follow many patterns with their family members.

✖ ‖ F a m i l y
Father: Honzen Takuma
Mother: Yuri Takuma
Siblings: Hanabi Roshi (Sister), Ryouhei Takuma (Brother)

✖ ‖ R a n k
Jounin / Team 8

✖ ‖ S p e c i a l S t a t u s
ANBU Black Operations. Not expected to be called in as he is now an instructor, but he is still affiliated if he is needed.

✖ ‖ T i t l e s / N i c k n a m e s
Ricochet Koji - Title earned with his skill at being able to ricochet thrown objects with near the same precision as a straight throw.

✖ ‖ P e r s o n a l i t y
Koji seems to be a hard, stubborn man. Uncompromising and tough. While he doesn't sling insults, he is a difficult drill sergeant who accepts nothing less than perfection. Those under his training will practice until they get it right. This is not to simply complete their missions however, nor any desire for secondhand glory or gaining high marks. Koji has one goal in mind, and that is for his students, soldiers, and companions to survive whatever comes their way. He has seen too much needless death already, and he desires to minimize that as much as he possibly can.

His aversion to needless death goes as far as to apply to his enemies as well, if it can be afforded. Koji would never hesitate to kill an enemy if sparing them posed any risk or danger to his own soldiers. The lives of his allies comes first. Someone who later is sure to be a threat to them if allowed to live is not one who gets mercy. However, if an enemy can be taken out non-lethally without risk, Koji will opt to do so. An unaware shinobi guard that can be safely taken into a chokehold is likely to be spared, while another charging his genin with a sword will get four kunai hurled into his cranium.

When appropriate, he isn't always a hardass. Off mission and not during training, he can be calm and softer, even if still a bit gruff. He cracks dry jokes often, accompanied with sips of strong sake.

✖ ‖ L i k e s
- Target Practice - It never gets old.
- Reading/Books - Particularly mysteries.
- Hunting - A skill needed for survival on long missions has become something of a hobby.
- Cooking - Similar and related to hunting.
- Strong Spirits - Eases the tension.

✖ ‖ D i s l i k e s
- Strategy Games - Too many sacrifices.
- Staying Home - Outside is more familiar.
- Plain Water - Too tasteless. Needs flavor powder.
- Aloof Command - Some in charge forget that shinobi are more than numbers.
- Killing - Their story is ended.

✖ ‖ N i n d o
All of you will make it home.

✖ ‖ B i o g r a p h y
When Koji was a genin, he struggled quite a bit with Chakra Control. Ninjutsu was difficult to pull off, and even when he was successful, it used up more chakra than necessary. Fortunately he found that he was quite talented with throwing shuriken and kunai, and focused on that to find his niche. Kunai ended up being far more versatile and deadly than shuriken, so while the latter weren't abandoned, Koji practiced with his chosen throwing instruments almost exclusively for a long time. He only switched from this path of the kunai when he found that it simply wasn't enough during his first chunin exam.

During the team eliminations, his partners were defeated quickly, and on his own he found just how much he relied on them for his own skills to succeed. Their jutsu, and their teamwork. He fell soon after, and he realized that he needed more than just the ability to throw his kunai. More skills to back it up. It took a lot of effort and training, but slowly he overcame his difficulties with chakra control and ninjutsu. Much of the lessons coming from his family's affinity towards sealing techniques. The ninjutsu he learned even helped develop his techniques with his favored kunai, smooth earth mounds assisting in bouncing them and shadow clones turning to cloning the weapons themselves. By the next year, Koji was ready for exams again.

The exams never happened.
Instead, there was war. Koji was drafted along with all his fellows into the great shinobi war, where he fought and killed again and again. Day after day ended with him covered in blood, either his own, an enemy's, or his comrades. The longer it went on, the more disheartened Koji became with the fighting. It seemed meaningless after a while. Not so much what they were fighting for, but the fights themselves. The breaking point was when he was part of a large operation to take what was said to be a key area. Multiple feudal castles that would serve as bases of operation to move forward on the offensive. The operation was successful, but hard fought with most of the platoon not making it back. And yet, it amounted to nothing. Shortly after the mission, plans suddenly changed. The offense strategy was abandoned in favor of defense due to the shifting tides of war, and the taken castles left to be reclaimed by the land of lightning. The battle had been pointless, and Koji's fellow soldiers died for nothing at all.

Koji was promoted to Chunnin after the mission due to the need of squad leaders, the previous having been killed. With some authority he was able to act to prevent the deaths of those under his lead. He began to take more stock of the missions given, using more care to perform them with minimal losses. A few he outright abandoned for the sake of his soldiers. His actions had very mixed reactions from those higher than him in command. Many approved of his priority of keeping the soldiers alive for future missions, preserving resources, and accurately judging the importance of objectives and how quickly they needed to be completed. On the other side, some thought he was cowardly at best, wasting time and the talents of soldiers, and at worst insubordinate and deserving of court martial.

Koji always walked along the line of orders if it meant keeping his men alive. Sometimes losses were unavoidable, some orders too important, but he always did everything in his power to bring his men home. By the end of the war he'd proven himself worthy of the title of Jounin, where he commanded with similar strategy given to the chunnin under him. He ended his career with the lowest number of deaths of any other commander, while managing to keep up with similar rates of success. Even if a bit shy of the high marks.

Years after the war, he has decided to help train at least a few of the next generation of shinobi. To instill in them the priority to survive, something he feels the academy teaches poorly. So many would say that the mission comes first, without knowing the horrific reality. That is what they must learn.

✖ ‖ N a t u r e s
Earth

✖ ‖ T a l e n t s
Kunai Mastery - At all ranges, close, medium, and far, Koji is a master in the use of these simple weapons. He can accurately bounce thrown kunai off of most surfaces, and does so regularly. Despite the impression one might get from his ranged proficiency, he is no less effective in melee. Koji is highly skilled in taijutsu using the Kunai with his legs adding combinations. His skill with these weapons is such that he could likely, (if convinced with enough alcohol) manage to throw one at a target with his rear end. His throwing range is also much further than usually expected of Kunai, and accurate still even at long distances.

Manual Dexterity - Koji is an expert at movement in battle. He excels in dodging and balancing in both close combat and at a distance. Fighting upside down in the air feels only slightly different than on solid ground.

Battle Awareness - Even with a total lack of sensory jutsu, Koji is able to keep stock of the battlefield and what is happening within. He uses this to help his fellow soldiers and subordinates make proper decisions during the chaos of battle.

Training Others - A proper drill sergeant, Koji will whip his subordinates into shape quickly. Get their stances correct, and punches as impactful as they should be.

Quickdraw - A Kunai expert needs to be able to draw many of them at blinding speeds.

✖ ‖ J u t s u





✖ ‖ W e a p o n s A n d T o o l s
Standard Shinobi Gear but with an abundance of Kunai and Shuriken. Koji carries multiple scrolls that carry replacement kunai and tags. Some scrolls are empty, ready for fresh fuinjutsu seals to be written on them.

Koji also carries his own unique kunai tags that he's developed. Ones that increase the weight of living beings in a small radius.

✖ ‖ F i g h t i n g S t y l e
Koji uses varied techniques to win his battles, often before they even start. If he can, he would prefer to avoid a fight by disabling an opponent from a stealthy ambush.

When a fight is unavoidable, he often uses and morphs the existing terrain to his advantage to place traps, or ricochet Kunai from unsuspected angles. Even while placing traps he usually stays aggressive, always aiming to control the pace of the fight and push the enemy where he wants them to be. Generally he stays at medium range, but he is not afraid to get close when an opportunity shows itself to uppercut the opponent in the throat.

✖ ‖ T h e m e S o n g

✖ ‖ P l a y e d B y
DoomFlavored
My jounin is complete!


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✖ ‖ N a m e
Koji Takuma

✖ ‖ A g e / B i r t h d a y
29 / October 17th

✖ ‖ G e n d e r
Male

✖ ‖ B o d y T y p e
Somewhat tall, very athletic

✖ ‖ V i l l a g e
Konohagakure

✖ ‖ C l a n
Takuma - An unremarkable clan with no special Kekkai Genkai or jutsu, however they are quite patriotic and have served the Leaf since its beginning. Many of the clan lead civilian lives, helping with shops and repairs for the village. Those that have joined into the shinobi forces have shown some natural ability with Fuinjutsu, but their talents otherwise don't seem to follow many patterns with their family members.

✖ ‖ F a m i l y
Father: Honzen Takuma
Mother: Yuri Takuma
Siblings: Hanabi Roshi (Sister), Ryouhei Takuma (Brother)

✖ ‖ R a n k
Jounin / Team 8

✖ ‖ S p e c i a l S t a t u s
ANBU Black Operations. Not expected to be called in as he is now an instructor, but he is still affiliated if he is needed.

✖ ‖ T i t l e s / N i c k n a m e s
Ricochet Koji - Title earned with his skill at being able to ricochet thrown objects with near the same precision as a straight throw.

✖ ‖ P e r s o n a l i t y
Koji seems to be a hard, stubborn man. Uncompromising and tough. While he doesn't sling insults, he is a difficult drill sergeant who accepts nothing less than perfection. Those under his training will practice until they get it right. This is not to simply complete their missions however, nor any desire for secondhand glory or gaining high marks. Koji has one goal in mind, and that is for his students, soldiers, and companions to survive whatever comes their way. He has seen too much needless death already, and he desires to minimize that as much as he possibly can.

His aversion to needless death goes as far as to apply to his enemies as well, if it can be afforded. Koji would never hesitate to kill an enemy if sparing them posed any risk or danger to his own soldiers. The lives of his allies comes first. Someone who later is sure to be a threat to them if allowed to live is not one who gets mercy. However, if an enemy can be taken out non-lethally without risk, Koji will opt to do so. An unaware shinobi guard that can be safely taken into a chokehold is likely to be spared, while another charging his genin with a sword will get four kunai hurled into his cranium.

When appropriate, he isn't always a hardass. Off mission and not during training, he can be calm and softer, even if still a bit gruff. He cracks dry jokes often, accompanied with sips of strong sake.

✖ ‖ L i k e s
- Target Practice - It never gets old.
- Reading/Books - Particularly mysteries.
- Hunting - A skill needed for survival on long missions has become something of a hobby.
- Cooking - Similar and related to hunting.
- Strong Spirits - Eases the tension.

✖ ‖ D i s l i k e s
- Strategy Games - Too many sacrifices.
- Staying Home - Outside is more familiar.
- Plain Water - Too tasteless. Needs flavor powder.
- Aloof Command - Some in charge forget that shinobi are more than numbers.
- Killing - Their story is ended.

✖ ‖ N i n d o
All of you will make it home.

✖ ‖ B i o g r a p h y
When Koji was a genin, he struggled quite a bit with Chakra Control. Ninjutsu was difficult to pull off, and even when he was successful, it used up more chakra than necessary. Fortunately he found that he was quite talented with throwing shuriken and kunai, and focused on that to find his niche. Kunai ended up being far more versatile and deadly than shuriken, so while the latter weren't abandoned, Koji practiced with his chosen throwing instruments almost exclusively for a long time. He only switched from this path of the kunai when he found that it simply wasn't enough during his first chunin exam.

During the team eliminations, his partners were defeated quickly, and on his own he found just how much he relied on them for his own skills to succeed. Their jutsu, and their teamwork. He fell soon after, and he realized that he needed more than just the ability to throw his kunai. More skills to back it up. It took a lot of effort and training, but slowly he overcame his difficulties with chakra control and ninjutsu. Much of the lessons coming from his family's affinity towards sealing techniques. The ninjutsu he learned even helped develop his techniques with his favored kunai, smooth earth mounds assisting in bouncing them and shadow clones turning to cloning the weapons themselves. By the next year, Koji was ready for exams again.

The exams never happened.
Instead, there was war. Koji was drafted along with all his fellows into the great shinobi war, where he fought and killed again and again. Day after day ended with him covered in blood, either his own, an enemy's, or his comrades. The longer it went on, the more disheartened Koji became with the fighting. It seemed meaningless after a while. Not so much what they were fighting for, but the fights themselves. The breaking point was when he was part of a large operation to take what was said to be a key area. Multiple feudal castles that would serve as bases of operation to move forward on the offensive. The operation was successful, but hard fought with most of the platoon not making it back. And yet, it amounted to nothing. Shortly after the mission, plans suddenly changed. The offense strategy was abandoned in favor of defense due to the shifting tides of war, and the taken castles left to be reclaimed by the land of lightning. The battle had been pointless, and Koji's fellow soldiers died for nothing at all.

Koji was promoted to Chunnin after the mission due to the need of squad leaders, the previous having been killed. With some authority he was able to act to prevent the deaths of those under his lead. He began to take more stock of the missions given, using more care to perform them with minimal losses. A few he outright abandoned for the sake of his soldiers. His actions had very mixed reactions from those higher than him in command. Many approved of his priority of keeping the soldiers alive for future missions, preserving resources, and accurately judging the importance of objectives and how quickly they needed to be completed. On the other side, some thought he was cowardly at best, wasting time and the talents of soldiers, and at worst insubordinate and deserving of court martial.

Koji always walked along the line of orders if it meant keeping his men alive. Sometimes losses were unavoidable, some orders too important, but he always did everything in his power to bring his men home. By the end of the war he'd proven himself worthy of the title of Jounin, where he commanded with similar strategy given to the chunnin under him. He ended his career with the lowest number of deaths of any other commander, while managing to keep up with similar rates of success. Even if a bit shy of the high marks.

Years after the war, he has decided to help train at least a few of the next generation of shinobi. To instill in them the priority to survive, something he feels the academy teaches poorly. So many would say that the mission comes first, without knowing the horrific reality. That is what they must learn.

✖ ‖ N a t u r e s
Earth

✖ ‖ T a l e n t s
Kunai Mastery - At all ranges, close, medium, and far, Koji is a master in the use of these simple weapons. He can accurately bounce thrown kunai off of most surfaces, and does so regularly. Despite the impression one might get from his ranged proficiency, he is no less effective in melee. Koji is highly skilled in taijutsu using the Kunai with his legs adding combinations. His skill with these weapons is such that he could likely, (if convinced with enough alcohol) manage to throw one at a target with his rear end. His throwing range is also much further than usually expected of Kunai, and accurate still even at long distances.

Manual Dexterity - Koji is an expert at movement in battle. He excels in dodging and balancing in both close combat and at a distance. Fighting upside down in the air feels only slightly different than on solid ground.

Battle Awareness - Even with a total lack of sensory jutsu, Koji is able to keep stock of the battlefield and what is happening within. He uses this to help his fellow soldiers and subordinates make proper decisions during the chaos of battle.

Training Others - A proper drill sergeant, Koji will whip his subordinates into shape quickly. Get their stances correct, and punches as impactful as they should be.

Quickdraw - A Kunai expert needs to be able to draw many of them at blinding speeds.

✖ ‖ J u t s u




✖ ‖ W e a p o n s A n d T o o l s
Standard Shinobi Gear but with an abundance of Kunai and Shuriken. Koji carries multiple scrolls that carry replacement kunai and tags. Some scrolls are empty, ready for fresh fuinjutsu seals to be written on them.

Koji also carries his own unique kunai tags that he's developed. Ones that increase the weight of living beings in a small radius.

✖ ‖ F i g h t i n g S t y l e
Koji uses varied techniques to win his battles, often before they even start. If he can, he would prefer to avoid a fight by disabling an opponent from a stealthy ambush.

When a fight is unavoidable, he often uses and morphs the existing terrain to his advantage to place traps, or ricochet Kunai from unsuspected angles. Even while placing traps he usually stays aggressive, always aiming to control the pace of the fight and push the enemy where he wants them to be. Generally he stays at medium range, but he is not afraid to get close when an opportunity shows itself to uppercut the opponent in the throat.

✖ ‖ T h e m e S o n g

✖ ‖ P l a y e d B y
DoomFlavored


Kenshiro Hyuuga
Location: Konoha Town Square
Company: Burai, Shiori, Kuree
Injuries: None
Chakra: 100%


Kenshiro could only stare for a moment with his face reddening with embarrassment at the introduction of their instructor, and her immediate instructions to start doing stretches and exercises right in the middle of town square in front of everyone. "Some call me the mountain!" At first he thought that the woman couldn't be being serious. She was playing a joke with them. But then her instructions came for them to run the buckets with water to the training ground, through the town, in public. With a sigh, he seemed to disobey her orders for a brief moment, not taking part in the stretches. Instead, he started... disrobing. He removed his outer layer, the green robe that made him look sharp and well-dressed. Underneath was a set of very obvious shinobi fatigues, typically used for stealth in the darkness along with ease of movement. High up on his left hip lay a katana on the shorter end of length, and the other side held easily reached shuriken bags and gear. It took Kenshiro only a moment to neatly fold up his robe and easily store it in one of the pouches, before he reached into the collar of his neck and pulled up a face covering to conceal himself for the upcoming humiliation. With his face hidden, he finally started to join in with his new instructor, doing some stretches and trying his best to follow her movements.

When Kuree asked about their motivations, Kenshiro had a difficult time coming up with an answer. It was just what he was born to do. There was little else. The branch family served the main in the Hyuuga, and while different kinds of servants were needed, his duty was in the shinobi forces. "Help out my clan I guess... Yeah that's about it." He let out during a more easy stretch, as he was finishing up and it looked like they were getting ready to make the long trip out to the training ground. 'Ah crap...' Went through his head as he peered at the buckets, seeing just how much they were filled with. Lifting them wouldn't be a problem but carrying them all the way to the training ground was going to really be a pain.


Rashiku Karata __________________


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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
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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. "Sensei? Are you here?" 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. "Chakra sight..."
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. 'Damn it!' 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. "World focus!" 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.

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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
And now I see the world through diamond eyes

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@Odin
What were you thinking of making? :)


Kenshiro Hyuuga
Location: Academy Classroom
Company: Burai, Shiori
Injuries: None
Chakra: 100%


The first lunch with his teammates had gone well for the most part. Shiori was far more well-mannered than he'd expected, and Ken's mother appeared to either not know or care about the rivalry between the Hyuuga and Burai's clan. It made sense for her to not notice, or care, as she clearly had the Hyuuga name through marriage, and not by blood. The gyoza snacks she'd prepared were both delicious and surprisingly filling, even if less 'proper' than what would often be found in a Hyuuga home. Rather, that seemed to extend to the rest of the atmosphere in Kenshiro's abode. Pleasant, clean, polite, but lacking in the usual stuffiness the main branch households would often coat themselves in. Despite the single incident with Burai pretending to summon the Oni upon the household when Ken's mother was in another room, things had gone incredibly smoothly. Almost too much so. Shiori in particular put on the nicest face he'd ever seen her do, the girl acting rather flawless. If it were someone else, he'd wonder which 'face' was meant real, if the one who enjoyed the web of school politics was just for gaining popularity. If it were someone else. Ken could tell which of the girls was the imposter.

A week later, Kenshiro was in the town square for the meeting between the team and their jounin instructor. Admittedly he was rather nervous about the future. Burai only had one issue in their cooperation, which likely already had been solved. But the thought of being on a team with Shiori for an extended time filled Kenshiro with dread. How would be able to work with her when he could only trust her to be just as likely to stab him in the leg as the enemy if it was to her advantage. Luckily it would only be for a year. After the chunnin exams he would be free. Still, it would be a year of constantly looking over his own shoulder, and keeping her within sight.


Rashiku Karata __________________


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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
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The anger quickly faded, not so much by being soothed, but sufficiently distracted with so much happening at once. With the soft tug on his sleeve, he looked over wondering what possibly could be happening next, and it was that girl he'd landed on earlier. With widened eyes, he thought for sure she was going to be angry at him for earlier, yet instead she apologized and asked him how he was doing. "Um... I'm uninjured. Teammates... You're Ami Uzumaki?" With a glance down her outfit, and at her demeanor, Rashiku partly wondered if she was really a shinobi. She seemed very different than the others. Shinobi graduates had, at least partially, a predatory nature honed into them. She seemed to lack it almost entirely, and he didn't see much equipment on her in the obvious places. Perhaps there was a mesh armor weave layer within her dress for protection.

Sensing movement from the direction of the man challenging him, Rashiku instinctively put one hand on his sword, ready to draw it, while the rest of his body got ready to move into a battle stance. With Ami still on his arm it looked as if he was guarding her, his arm going back slightly over her midsection. But it wasn't Tenshi who had moved, instead another man had flashed between them, angrily questioning the man from Kumogakure. This new arrival introduced himself as Rashiku and Ami's Jounin instructor, presenting gifts... Ducks? Rashiku reached to take them, his movements unsure as he kept an eye on the adults.

Tenshi had approved of Rashiku's response, and yet the tension didn't ease at all. The man was still looking for a challenge, pushing it onto Takayuki instead. Rashiku at first moved to interrupt, as he could simply just tell Taka what he'd overheard about Tenshi being the Raikage's son. But instead, he let it be for the moment. Despite not knowing why, it was clear that Tenshi was looking for a fight. He'd known how it would feel to have the use of his weapons questioned, yet that's the exact tactic he used to get under Rashiku's skin. If the ambassador of an alliance wanted a fight with a jounin so badly, it was probably better to just let him take the thrashing...

"Rashiku-chan! Ami-chan! You made it", called over a strange pink-haired boy in a flowing floral white and cherry blossom kimono, "We were just about to order you some lunch! It's so pleasant a summer afternoon, don't you think?"

The boy motioned over to himself and two other genin, a short and overweight boy who nodded while slurping on noodles and a small girl in a navy jacket who peered at Rashiku with inquisitive and cautious eyes.

"H-eh...?" Rashiku quietly let out to himself seeing the other person calling to them. It was just one thing after another, a nonstop barrage of being pulled this way and pushed towards that. And somehow the... boy? Girl? ... Boy.... Probably... Knew both of his name and that of the girl beside him. He didn't recognize any of them, and it was becoming clear that he'd failed to gather much vital information for living in this village. People in this place knew each other much more closely than in Kirigakure. 'Discreetly' grabbing onto his Teriyaki bowl that had been sitting on the counter, he pulled it close and made his way over to the others. What they wanted wasn't clear, but it was certainly a good opportunity to escape the explosive scenario on the other side of the small ramen hut. "The leaves do... have a pleasant scent." The boy let out, trying to continue the conversation and not be too out of place.

"Oh! A man of few words, but well chosen ones", said the pink-headed one, "the turning leaves bring the smell of the trees from miles around... A summer afternoon is like a little adventure, isn't it?"

After brushing the pink locks luxuriously out of the way, an intense look appeared across that soft face, "Summer is the time of love and growth", and then came a sigh as those pink eyes looked out into the sky, "before the fall... But summer love is most intense, don't you agree?"

Rashiku recoiled slightly from the other boy's comments, a faint hue of red flashing to his cheeks. His hands raised a small bit, like if in a guard stance against the incoming blow of such a discussion. "I've not participated!" The defense was particularly stronger by accident, having just a bit prior been accused of engaging in the worst kind of activity one could do in that category.

"...sorry about this...", said the one who was definitely a girl. She turned away from Rashiku as she said it and looked into her untouched bowl of ramen, which looked to be getting a little cold. The short heavier one finished slurping up a mass of noodles and also greeted Rashiku, "Hey! You're Rashiku! I saw you at practice! You're real good with a sword", and he gave a thumbs up and a wide grin, "I'm Chotzu! We didn't talk a lot, so you probably don't know my name, but the way you came into schooll! Bam! Huzzah! Whack! Real cool! You really know your stuff!"

Chotzu made Rashiku wonder what he'd actually done to make the impressions he had. Many of them seemed just to be mistakes, such as not knowing at first that training with other students involved the use of practice weapons rather than real ones. Drawing his blade at that time had garnered nasty looks of multiple ranges. At least this other boy didn't seem as scared. "Correct, I didn't know you." For a second Rashiku had just said that, but it felt like what he said could easily be taken a way he didn't intend. Quickly continuing, he managed to speak again before his previous statement would stick out too much. "I do now. Thank you." Looking at the seats, there was a shortage. Just one. Not enough for both him and the girl who'd gone with him. "I'll return shortly... Here." Reaching out he handed Ami one of the carved ducks from their jounin earlier, before he temporarily returned to his old seat just long enough to pick it up and bring it over to the other group, which would allow Ami room to sit down as well.

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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
And now I see the world through diamond eyes

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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
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The anger quickly faded, not so much by being soothed, but sufficiently distracted with so much happening at once. With the soft tug on his sleeve, he looked over wondering what possibly could be happening next, and it was that girl he'd landed on earlier. With widened eyes, he thought for sure she was going to be angry at him for earlier, yet instead she apologized and asked him how he was doing. "Um... I'm uninjured. Teammates... You're Ami Uzumaki?" With a glance down her outfit, and at her demeanor, Rashiku partly wondered if she was really a shinobi. She seemed very different than the others. Shinobi graduates had, at least partially, a predatory nature honed into them. She seemed to lack it almost entirely, and he didn't see much equipment on her in the obvious places. Perhaps there was a mesh armor weave layer within her dress for protection.

Sensing movement from the direction of the man challenging him, Rashiku instinctively put one hand on his sword, ready to draw it, while the rest of his body got ready to move into a battle stance. With Ami still on his arm it looked as if he was guarding her, his arm going back slightly over her midsection. But it wasn't Tenshi who had moved, instead another man had flashed between them, angrily questioning the man from Kumogakure. This new arrival introduced himself as Rashiku and Ami's Jounin instructor, presenting gifts... Ducks? Rashiku reached to take them, his movements unsure as he kept an eye on the adults.
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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
And now I see the world through diamond eyes

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