Kensuke Nimatsu
Nodding as his students arrived, at least, all but one, he mentionned them to stay put untill their last member'd arrive. "We'll wait for your last teammate to arrive." He said, giving both of his students a friendly look. In the last minute a new genin, Akira Hasegawa, had been added to his team. He hadn't had as much time to read her files, but that wasn't a problem. He knew enough about the girl that he knew that she was quite distant. She was said to be a relatively friendly girl, but she had already earned a name for herself amonst her class and teachers for not taking any unfairness at all, and being extraordinarily rancunous. Looking at the girl he couldn't quite say if he saw that in her, but nevertheless... The Hyuga boy however looked as they had said. A sort of naive trust in his environment made him seem quite gentle and friendly. But that wasn't what a shinobi should have in their arsenal, now was it?
"If you're bored, you can do some laps. Without endurance there won't be much training anyways."
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Kensuke Nimatsu
The warm winter sun warmed his face as he stood on the moist grassfield that was named Trainingfield 13. It had been almost five years since he arrived here. Five long and painful years, but five years that were amongst the best of his short life. It was a strange feeling to the 20 years old jounin standing on the field filled with morning dew. The naive boy that had arrived here back then had grown into a fine man, if he could believe Zakito Hon, ex-Hokage and a sort of father figure for Kensuke. Despite the fact that he wasn't really much older than him, just 11 years, his character and wisdom had been inspirational for the young boy. In Konoha, initially as a hostage, he had found many things he didn't even know he missed. In that list was true friendship, companionship, but also the ability to accept things and the gift of insight. He had come to terms with his own identity and the world he lived in. That, along with some other factors, allowed him to find love. Yes, the shy boy that used to stutter at the mere sight of the other sex had grown into a charming individual. just thinking of it made him smile. Before he even noticed, the smile had grown into a grin as he thought of Kaori.
Only after a short period of staring in the cold Februari morning sky, he realized he was grinning and quickly adopted a more serious expression. He couldn't have his new students think he was a lunatic, now could he? He had read through both of his new student's files already, and he knew that the naive Hyuga boy Maruki was quite skilled for his age, while the introvert Inuzuka girl Shisen wasn't exactly stupid either. But what united both him and his students, he had stated with a wry smile, was that none of them had any parents left alive. They were all orphans. Well, Kensuke had never really been hurt by it, considering he never really knew his mother and that he didn't quite love his father, but it still had been hard. He already knew how hard it could be to lose someone you love, and if that person would be toyr parent on top of that... He knew that that would be a touchy subject, and felt compassion for them now he thought about the test he was going to let them pass.
It wasn't really required for new genin to pass a test from their jounin teacher, but it was a tradition. And as such he had prepared a test of his own making. Compared to some other's tests it was rather cruel and harsh, but he deemed it necessary for his students to posses the skills and abilities required for that test. If they would fail that test, he would seriously doubt their chances to survive as a shinobi. Which also was his main concern. He didn't like to put them through the test he had prepared, but he had seen people die one time too many because they didn't posses the required skills.
As a result, there he stood in the middle of training field 13 at around 7:00 on a cold morning, watching the birds pass from tree to tree on the edge of the trainingfield.
The warm winter sun warmed his face as he stood on the moist grassfield that was named Trainingfield 13. It had been almost five years since he arrived here. Five long and painful years, but five years that were amongst the best of his short life. It was a strange feeling to the 20 years old jounin standing on the field filled with morning dew. The naive boy that had arrived here back then had grown into a fine man, if he could believe Zakito Hon, ex-Hokage and a sort of father figure for Kensuke. Despite the fact that he wasn't really much older than him, just 11 years, his character and wisdom had been inspirational for the young boy. In Konoha, initially as a hostage, he had found many things he didn't even know he missed. In that list was true friendship, companionship, but also the ability to accept things and the gift of insight. He had come to terms with his own identity and the world he lived in. That, along with some other factors, allowed him to find love. Yes, the shy boy that used to stutter at the mere sight of the other sex had grown into a charming individual. just thinking of it made him smile. Before he even noticed, the smile had grown into a grin as he thought of Kaori.
Only after a short period of staring in the cold Februari morning sky, he realized he was grinning and quickly adopted a more serious expression. He couldn't have his new students think he was a lunatic, now could he? He had read through both of his new student's files already, and he knew that the naive Hyuga boy Maruki was quite skilled for his age, while the introvert Inuzuka girl Shisen wasn't exactly stupid either. But what united both him and his students, he had stated with a wry smile, was that none of them had any parents left alive. They were all orphans. Well, Kensuke had never really been hurt by it, considering he never really knew his mother and that he didn't quite love his father, but it still had been hard. He already knew how hard it could be to lose someone you love, and if that person would be toyr parent on top of that... He knew that that would be a touchy subject, and felt compassion for them now he thought about the test he was going to let them pass.
It wasn't really required for new genin to pass a test from their jounin teacher, but it was a tradition. And as such he had prepared a test of his own making. Compared to some other's tests it was rather cruel and harsh, but he deemed it necessary for his students to posses the skills and abilities required for that test. If they would fail that test, he would seriously doubt their chances to survive as a shinobi. Which also was his main concern. He didn't like to put them through the test he had prepared, but he had seen people die one time too many because they didn't posses the required skills.
As a result, there he stood in the middle of training field 13 at around 7:00 on a cold morning, watching the birds pass from tree to tree on the edge of the trainingfield.
Konoha Team 7:
Gather at training field 13.
Gather at training field 13.
On a second thought, having a tiresome discussion with you here which won't get us anywhere isn't quite what I planned to be doing this evening. Good day to you.
*Read in Scottish accent*
About fucking time...
About fucking time...
Yes please, take all my yes'! This is a well thought out idea, and certainly grabbed my interest.
... And shall proceed to be awesome and swinging swords and bitching about phyisics in anime based RP's.
I like some anime-based RP's, realistical medieval RP's (with or without magic) and other random but good ideas.
I like some anime-based RP's, realistical medieval RP's (with or without magic) and other random but good ideas.
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