Training day ( open to Elendril and Makai's Squad )

Elendril was stating to get bored with the life as a sixteen year old Jounin.Sitting is his office at his special made senju desk. That was given to him when he became Jounin for helping the Previous Kazekage. All he really did was check over the village and make shure that the village was safe from attack. Which was not the funnest thing to do. So Elendril was going to have to find something to do with his spare time. So Elendril thought he would get some alone time. And one of the only place's Elendril could think of was the Under ground Training area. So with that Elendril did a Hand sign.

Then the secret Underground passage opened. The Passage was created Many year's ago. By the second Kazekage. The underground area's where made to keep the village safe in case of a Attack. Or If the Kazekage wanted to get away from the village. It was made with many different area's Like the many training Ground's Elendril use's to get away. But that was all Elendril really new about the place. He never really tried to find other place's down there. So as Elendril started to walk into the first training chamber. He Could only think if the Kazekage new of these tunnel's. The only reason Elendril new of them was because of his Jounin sen say. Who would take him to train.

As Elendril made his way to the middle of the training Area he could only think. That the Second Kazekage trained in this very place him self. For Elendril had a dream to be like the second Kazekage. So as Elendril started to sit in the middle of the Training ground. He started focusing his Chakra. He then did the Dragon hand sign. As he did it Plasma started to generate in the air around the him, in the shape and size of fireflies. These fireflies looked like real one's but they where not. They Where mad of pure plasma. And this Fireflies is what Elendril got his nickname from. For the Ability Elendril could do with them. With that Elendril had the Fireflies. Start to search the Underground tunnel's. To see what else was in them

Black sakura petals spiralled into the under ground tunnel spiralling around Elendril. The petals began to move away from the teenage Jounin moving over into the shadows as they started to come together. Appearing amongst the black cherry blossoms a seven foot five inch tall male figure. He wore long black hakama style pants, a long black kimono like top with sleeves longer than his arms and around his waist a blood red obi sash. he wore black tabi socks and standard black jounin issue sandals. Hanging from his shoulders a black haori with the kanji of Shini (Death) in blood red on the back. hanging from his back a single odachi hanging from his left hip a wakizashi and hanging from his right hip a katana.

His hair was pitch black and spiked held in a high ponytail that amde it reach mid back. His eyes were the darkest of black with a single blood red snake like slit for a pupil in each eye. His skin pale whiter than snow. The figure had a sickly look to him. The figure puleld out a silk cloth and coughed into it a small stain of red appearing. he put the cloth away and slowly approached Elendril his steps silent as the cherry blossoms vanished having appeared by a variation of the Shunshin instead of sand it used black Cherry Blossoms. He approached Elendril towering over him like he did with most people. He spoke in a cold and calm voice yet raspy as if struggling to breathe.

"I was wondering where you were. A message has been sent by carrier pigeon to the Genin telling them to meet us here" spoke the male a Jounin in his mid thirties. The jounin known as makai inhaled a sharp breathe of air as he started to cough. He grabbed his silk cloth and coughed into it bringing up blood the side effect of his fully developed Doujutsu. He wiped some stray blood from his lips as he put the cloth away the side affect of his fully developed Doujutsu.

(Elendril feel free to know anything about my character except his custom genjutsu and his fighting styles)

Kira softly yawned as he held his Tai Chi Blade firmly in one hand and a black rock in the other. He swiftly moved the black stone in a forward motion as he sharpened his blade. He softly whistled a soft tune that his mother used to sing to him as boy. With a slight smile plastered upon his face, he slowly stood up and swung the blade in a downward motion that was angled slightly towards the right as, he listened to the blade whistle softly against the air, as proof of it sharpness. He carelessly allowed his black shirt to hang to his torso as he careful placed the blade back into it's sheath, and strapped to his waist. With a carelessly like action, he slowly picked up his tan ninja jacket that reflected the color of the sand on the ground.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he slowly dusted the black sand from his tan pants. He continued to whistled the entire time as he slowly made his way out of his workshop and down the stone path that lead to his front door. With a soft, but arrogant cough, he cleared his throat and placed his jacket over his shoulder, before looking up towards the sky at the hot beaming sun. Today is going to be another hot day, I see, with a slight shrug from his shoulders, he quickly opened his front door, before grabbing a small black backpack from off of the end-table. With that he yawned once more, before locking his door and walking down another stone path that lead to the sandy street.

He slowly allowed his hands to dig softly into his tan pants' pocket, as he searched for his message that read the time and place for today's team meeting. Although he had already committed it to memory, it would take no chances, incase he was ask to produce it for his team leader. Kira softly looked at the paper once more as he walked unconsciously towards the meeting place that was located in the under ground training facility. Although Kira had been there many, time before with his Academy Sensei, the vasty of the training ground still escaped him as he had only been to a few spots down there to train. He softly looked to his watch as he noted that he had twenty minutes before the meeting started.

Kira slightly yawn one last time as he slapped his face twice before using the under ground entrance that was in the back of the Academy. He quickly looked at the note as he thought carelessly to himself at how he hoped his team wouldn't be too annoying. Although he had never heard much about his Team Leader, it was rumored, that he was one of the tallest men in the village. It was also a rumor going around that he was in possession of a very strong doujutstu. That alone was enough to peak Kira's interest into meeting the man, but there was still a slight annoying sensation eating at the back of his skull as he knew nothing else about the man or his other teammates.

It didn't take Kira long to find the meeting place as he looked upon two men sightly conversing with each other. Kira slightly eyed the older man who seemed to stand easily over seven feet tall. He quickly assumed that he was the team leader as he seemed to fit the first rumor perfectly. Kira than turned his gaze towards the second man, who seemed to be no older than he was. Kira quickly assumed that the second man was also on his team as he looked at his posture and figured that the man held a little more interest to him than his original anticipation had allow him to guess. Over all Kira couldn't complain about this first meeting so far, seeing that his pre-meeting assumptions had been as close to wrong as saying dark blue and Navy blue were the exact same color.

"Good After Noon Sir." Kira spoked quickly and softly as he continued, "I'm Kira, Nara." He slowly turned to the second man as he allowed his right hand to slightly raise as he said, "What's Sup." Kira quickly allowed his backpack to fall from his shoulder as he looked down as his watch once more, he slightly nodded as he noted that there were a few minutes left until the meeting started. Kira quickly figured the last member of the team would be showing up any second from now, as he didn't remember seeing anyone else as he made his way here.

Makai turned to Kira approached him slowly. His hardened black eyes stared straight down at the genin that was to be his student. His eyes held no emotion what so ever in them just a void of darkness. He approached the fifteen year old genin having read over his academy reports the night before. He stood a few feet in front of Kira Nara, with Makai easily towering over the boy who was only five foot ten inches. Makai stared down at him his eyes seeming to pierce into his. At least the boy had spoken softly and wasn't a loud mouth he hated noise of any kind. He turned to Elendril staring at him briefly before looking at the boy who had let his backpack fall from his shoulders. Makai took a single step back as he pulled his cloth out feeling a pain in his chest. He turned around and started to cough violently into the rag hiding the sight of the blood he was coughing up from the genin. Makai discreetly put his cloth away and turned back to face Kira.

The Jounin inhaled sharply and spoke in his raspy voice, "Kira Nara...cough... I am your Jounin sensei...cough...Makai....cough....Kasai. This is...cough....the Jounin-sensei...cough of squad two...cough....Elendril Tokyo Hoshi" said Makai coughing in the middle of his sentences. The Jounin coughed into his hand and wiped the blood off onto his hakama pants. Makai leaned against a rock as he reached into his pocket pulling out a bottle of pills. He popped the lid and threw one into his mouth before chewing and swallowing it. Makai slowly put his medicine away. Makai looked up at his genin, "To let you know...cough...I have...cough Tuberculosis"

Jim Leckiam walked through the village dragging his feet. He knew he was about to meet his new team. He lazily walked through the village roads until he reach the part of his journey where he was to turn. He completely ignored it and went to get something to eat instead. After a few minutes he returned with a sandwich in hand. He proceeded down the path way to the underground training area. Looking he saw other people and he knew one of them would be his sensei. So with a mouth full of food he spoke, each word release a missile of tiny sandwich from his mouth. "I am Jim Leckiam, Hi."

OCC: ya I know its short but its late and I thought I should do this before I go to bed.

Silent winds struck the walls of a fortress of solitude. The void of humanity sitting atop black steel. A user of the forbidden arts given the orders of a false king. How they would bring pain to the infinite construction of the mind. These frivolous tasks were the true meaning of nothingness, only to test the ignorance of those who carry the blades of authority. The hand that wield it being only a weak gambler who won a game of poker. Black eyes aim at a orange sun, the light being but a delay of the inevitable feast of the darkness. Sight dropping back to the earth, the caster of blood magic configured in their mind that is was near the time of departure for a meeting with the generals of sand. Feet crushing down on metal, the newly appointed genin ascended back to full height of five foot seven. Though, not as high as most of full age, he was relatively tall for being as young as thirteen. His physical body also appeared to be of a older depiction, most common people considering him as one of age fifteen or sixteen. To his own perception of reality, such ranks were of no real use. They administer a false chain of power often ripped apart and replaced through the decades. Such was one of the infinitely growing number of flaws with this world. The young bastard sighed to himself, the rest of the world around him remaining in pause. Again, only the crimson winds causing a low scream.

Dellapero Grance was an individual with a appearance much different from a normal shinobi. Aside from the facts of his early-developed physical body and somewhat-tall height for the age of thirteen, he pertained other odd characteristics. Starting at the head was his hair. Being of a pitch-black color and in a spiked style where it seemed that several strands of hair had been stitched together into several larger strands, counting up to be thirteen spikes in total. It covered anywhere on the head from the top of the forehead to the mid-level of the back of the neck. Dellapero wore a headband unlike others as well. The cloth material was of a crimson red, often said to be originally gray, but made red by constantly soaking in the blood of the defeated. The metal section itself was of a darker-grey, but not yet black shade. The sunagakure symbol engraved in the same crimson color. Dellapero's eyes were also of a black, though, there was more to them that varied them from others. Both eyes constantly showed a sign of complete emotionlessness. It wasn't an act, rather as if the being inhabiting the body of blood had no soul at all and had made a deal with the devil for greater power.Such was slightly true as his clan dabbled in the demonic arts, though, that was a different subject entirely. Dellapero's physical body has slightly advanced muscle mass, being barely noticeable, but still a small trait of his appearance. His skin consisted of a pure Caucasian color with several red markings along the arms, not in any specific shape or wording, but just burns that lay as a reminder of the past. Time was such a odd concept. Being intangible, yet always carried. Covering his back and the sides of his stomach and chest was a black leather jacket, showing only a black shirt underneath in the front of the body along the center.Also drawing eyes would be a black sheathe holding the weapon of king nothing. A silver sword with only the power of it's wielder. Such was all that was available in this twisted society of shinobi. The only other devices being a group of shuriken and kunai resting on the inside of leather pockets.The rest of his clothing all followed the same characteristics. Pitch black made of light-weight leather material.

Dellapero Grance dropped from the sky-roof,boots slamming into the earth and creating a thin clack from the connection. Departing without a sound, the caster of death soon vanished, the path of stone set, the reaper's quill dipping into the crimson ink and preparing to write the names of the future. Arriving near the designated location where the message sent to him had ordered, Dellapero noticed another shinobi entering the depths of rock just as the pathway started to become visual to his line of sight. Assuming the individual was one of the so-called " Allys" he was to be partnered with under the command of false kings. Maybe they were the false king? Such things could be, or maybe not. Only the passing of fate's dagger would tell these things. Slowly continuing his advanced into the area where a meeting was to occur, Dellapero only hoped that these people were nothing like he knew before. The teachers and students in the academy were pathetic in his mentality and were the worst experience of his life to this point. May worse happen later? Probably. Taking the last steps on the path to the underground, Dellapero surveyed the area carefully. Taking in every detail of the landscape. Fighting in here would have both it's advantages and disadvantages, the question was how to use them. Laying view on the one spotted in the past and two others, one of young age and one of old, questions remain unanswered. However, even in the body of a devil, patience was key. Parting his lips and speaking only a single word in a cold tone, "Greetings....was uttered. It wasn't really directed at anyone, as if Dellapero was talking to someone in a realm completely different from their own. Some could call it disrespectful, other call it just plain unnatural. Millions of views could strike down on the actions of a single man, as was how they humans lived.

Makai turned to face the latest arrivals the first being a thirteen year old standing at five foot four inchs. The other appeared to be around fifteen years of age standing at five foot seven inches. He may seem to have been fifteen but he was only thirteen and was the second member of Makai's genin squad. Dellapero Grace a pshyicall and mentally mature young male. The first spoke to them introducing himself with a mouth full of food. Tiny specs of sandwhich flew from the boys mouth a bit landing on Makai's Haori. He scowled and flicked the spec aside. He didn't bother glaring at the boy as the child wasn't his student but Elendril's. The dark haired Jounin turned to Dellapero as the young genin parted his lips to speak only a single greeting in a rather cold tone of voice. At least he had his emotions in check for a shinobi. Makai held back a sinister smirk that promised to form. It would seem he would get along with this kid. Like his profile stated he was a shinobi of few words only speaking when needed often remaining silent.

Makai proceeded to walk towards Dellapero. The seven foot five inch tall male eaisly towering over his second student. There wasn't anyone within the village he didn't tower over. The sickly Jounin put his hands into his pockets as his emotionless blackened eyes stared down into Dellapero's. If the genin was to look into them he would find himself in a sea of utter and complete darkness. Depending on his mental state he would normally feel a chill up his spine but seeing as he seemed to be the emotionless kind he wouldn't feel a thing. Unlike the many that had come before him only to stare into Makai's eyes and collapse from the utter terror and fear from gazing into the Jounin's soulelss eyes. Makai anyalsed the boy looking deep into his eyes. Makai stood there for a few seconds never moving away from Dellapero as he studied the genins eyes only to break eye contact as those seconds came to pass. The Jounin took a single silent step back before removing his right hand from his pocket and bringing it to his mouth. The Jounin coughed into his hand the red colour of blood forming in the palm of his hand only for him to wipe the blood off with his pants.

Makai parted his lips speaking with his raspy cold voice, "The look...cough in your...cough eyes. Its a ...cough... good one...cough don't....cough...lose it" spoke the Jounin coughing into his hand during the sentence. Makai grabbed his cloth again and coughed into it. His cloth stained with red the colour of blood. Putting the cloth away Makai turned his head to the genin speaking to him and towards the other genin. "Dellapero Grance..cough....I am your...cough...Jounin-sensei....cough...Makai Kasai.....cough...the other...cough...is Kira Nara...cough...my other student...cough" Makai turned to point to Elendril, "Jim Leckiam...cough this is Elendril...cough...Tokyo Hoshi...you're Jounin sensei...cough"

Karasu woke to the cheerfull tweeting of his pet parakeet, Watage. He slowly opened his eyes, thin rays of sun shining through his windows. It was already late in the morning, but luckily he had no assignments today. Yawning, the young genin got up and stuck his finger though the cage bars, stroking the small bird with one finger. He then opened the can of bird food and replenished the animal’s food reserves through a small pipe leading into the cage. Watage cheerfully fluttered over to his food bin and begun devouring its breakfast, while Karasu slipped into his casual clothing. Then, still rubbing his eyes, he headed downstairs to be greeted by his mother. A middle-aged woman with long hair, red like her son’s.

”Morning, Karasu! I’ve baked you an egg!”

The red-haired boy thanked his mom and sat down in front of his freshly baked egg. The yolk was still soft, and the young man could even see his own yellow, distorted reflection in the surface. The hungry genin immediately started eating. Just as he was finishing the last bits, his father came in. A man in his forties whose once blonde hair was slowly starting to turn gray. Unlike the mother, who had her casual clothes on, the man was all geared up in his shinobi outfit.

”Good morning, dear! Already back from morning patrol?”

”Yup. Calm as usual. Oh by the way, Karasu..”

The man turned to his youngest son.

…a hawk arrived for you! A jounin summoned you to the secret passage! Y’know, the one that we use to hide civilians when the city is under attack.”

Karasu groaned. He was still half asleep and was enjoying breakfast. Yesterdays mission had been a bother, and me would’ve preferred to stay home today. But alas, he was a shinobi. He was bound to duty, so if a superior gave him an order there wasn’t much he could do about that. ”Grmbl.. I’ll be on my way..” He quickly finished his orange juice and dashed back to his room. He opened his closet and changed to his shinobi outfit. A black vest with a belt running diagonally across it, from the left shoulder to the right hip. Its collar had been reinforced, and it lacked sleeves. Instead Karasu wore sleeves that were disconnected from the vest, an individual piece of clothing that started about halfway from the shoulder to the elbow and ended just before his hands, becoming wider and wider in the process. His black gloves, black pants and black sandals finished the job. This all-black attire along with his messy, rough hair and his tendency to name his puppets after birds was what gave him the nickname “Crow”.

Speaking of his puppets. He stuffed the three scrolls into his shinobi pouch. As a genin, he didn’t get a lot of missions that required fighting and killing.. yet. Most of it was just doing chores for the village. A dull and humble task, but they needed to be done. However despite this, Karasu simply felt better knowing he had his puppets on him. That he would be ready for a fight should the opportunity arise. So he took them with him, along with his pouch of shinobi tools. Finally, he put on his straw hat and off he went.

It was already hot outside. Karasu groaned. He hated the midday heat, and by the time he had finally reached the civilian’s entrance to the secret passage, he was all sweaty. Therefore, the coolness of the underground chambers came as a welcome relief to the thirteen year old genin. Once inside, he quickly stumbled across a number of people standing there. Among them were a young man only three years older than Karasu himself and a man in his thirties who seemed to be coughing a lot. The rest of them were youngsters like Karasu, probably genin themselves too, although one of them seemed slightly older as he was taller than the rest. Karasu simply bowed and introduced himself.

”My name is Yutori Karasu, pleased to meet you all.” He raised his upper body again. His eyes shifted amongst the many individuals, hoping one of them would explain why he was here.

As the day was bright and people were on the same routine in which entail of them living and doing things like human and never pushing themselves. The sand village is of eminence and a lot of other things in which allows softness in the village. A gennin originally from the Sound village who reside here was Roku Shinju, He around this time was starting to get use to and work his way around the village hidden in the sand. He usually walked around with a unemotionally look on his face as he feel every sound around him feeling the heat that lays dormant in this little place everyone calls a village. Roku still never understood what was special about this village so much in which made people stay here, he in fact couldn’t stand it due to it being so nice and proper. He knew today was a in other peoples eyes ”Special” due to him meeting a few different people who were by his guess was around his age and maybe older but age was never Roku concern. He was never intending to stay here any longer then needed, but until then he must proceed like a normal low-level gennin and maybe learn a few things if it was possible.



But just how long could he stay in such a village in which he couldn’t stand at all, he would have to stick it out. He always looked different from the crowd due to him having his forehead protector on his eyes giving one the impression of blindness which to him was only half of his intentions so it worked out well for Roku. Either that or the two swords strapped to his body in two different places. The longer one was strapped behind his back, and the other one was behind him on his side, either way he trained to the point where he can draw quickly. Only reason why its such a big deal is because they are use to a lot of puppets as well as strange weapons, But to Roku it mattered little of another’s mindscape. It was a few ninjas in the village he knew of, he got bored and decided to study them or he meet them in person in which is hard for people to meet him because of his appearance and his personality but who ever manage was able to get a thought from Roku when everything is all said and done.


First Objective for the day….


was his mental message in which, but this time it was something completely different. Placing on his normal attire in which consist of his black shorts along with his long sleeve shirt with the swords strapped on his body behind him with his head band on his head. His location was some building in which was created out of the dense sand which was all around them. His heart beat when he realized it was time to make his move; slightly bending his legs with his arms at his side then jumped thereby moving from his former location at a pretty fast paste. Soon enough he appeared near the academy, luckily it didn’t take him time finding the passage in which he moved slowly through until he made his way to the group in which he been had his protector on his eyes by this point. He could feel all there presence, by slowly grabbing a hold to the sword on his side he slowly pulled it out then pointed it towards every one of them indicating to them hopefully that he wasn’t so blind as people would expect. When finished doing that he spun his sword around before placing it a bit in the holster letting it slide in slowly. Parting his mouth just for one simple statement in which hopefully would start things off.

"Lets Begin...."

Minato was sitting next to the window, enjoying the cool breeze and the beautiful scenery of the night sky. Stars are shining brightly and the Moon reflects the light from the Sun and it was the Full Moon that night too. As the Shukaku Vessel, he could not sleep as the Shukaku will take control of him when he sleeps.Hearing the peaceful sound of the wind chime which was hanged by every villagers of the village. Soon, he felt heat coming from the sky. The skies turned more brighter as the Sun rose up and the Moon disappears. Mother woke up and made breakfast for the whole family. Minato took a bath and went to the dining room to eat breakfast. Drank a glass of orange juice and 2 pieces of toast. After breakfast, mother asked to buy some groceries as she has not enough "ingredients" for lunch.
Went to the nearest grocery shop and buy some. Greeted the shop owner, the shinobi that went there. Paying for the groceries and went home. Mother cooking lunch has the sweet smell and aroma of the foods that she cooked. While waiting, reading his favorite novel and enjoying the cool air. Soon, mother called everyone for lunch and dad was just right in time as he was just came back from a mission. After lunch , he gave a small burp and rest for a while. Thinking that he wanted to train his bijuu, he decided to go to the underground training area. Wearing his clothes and headband on his sash which was on his left shoulder to his right waist. Bringing his sand gourd and went off to the underground training area. It was dark when he went there but suddenly , there was light in front of him. Went through the light, seeing his sensei , Makai and his teammates. There was another team of genin and a sensei with them too. Minato greeted them and introduced himself.

As Elendril stood in the nine feet tall tunnel’s Plasma started be generated in the air around Elendril in the shape and size of fireflies. These fireflies could easily be mistaken for real ones. This was the only jutsu in the Hoshi clan where the plasma would glow a yellow-green instead of any of the normal colors associated with the different stages. And as Elendril did this Black sakura petals spiraled into the underground tunnel spiraling around Elendril. The petals began to move away from Elendril moving over into his shadows as they started to come together.
Appearing amongst the black cherry blossoms a seven foot five inch tall male figure. The man wore a long black hakama style pants, a long black kimono like top with sleeves longer than his arms and around his waist a blood red obi sash. He wore black tabi socks and standard black Jounin issue sandals. Hanging from his shoulders a black haori with the kanji of Shini (Death) in blood red on the back. hanging from his back a single odachi hanging from his left hip a wakizashi and hanging from his right hip a katana. As Elendril looked at the Jounin he could only think he was under dressed. Since he was in his all black jump suit. It was something he mainly whore for casual event’s. With his all black ninja sandals.

The ninja’s hair was pitch black and spiked held in a high ponytail that made it reach mid back. His eyes were the darkest of black with a single blood red snake like slit for a pupil in each eye. His skin pale whiter than snow. The figure had a sickly look to him. Then the figure pulled out a silk cloth and coughed into it a small stain of red appearing. The man then put the cloth away and slowly approached Elendril his steps silent as the cherry blossoms vanished having appeared by a variation of the shunshin instead of sand it used black Cherry Blossoms. He approached Elendril towering over him like he did with most people. He spoke in a cold and calm voice yet raspy as if struggling to breathe.

"I was wondering where you were. A message has been sent by carrier pigeon to the Genin telling them to meet us here" spoke the male a Jounin in his mid thirties. The Jounin known as Makai inhaled a sharp breathe of air as he started to cough. He grabbed his silk cloth and coughed into it bringing up blood the blood again. Elendril did not truly know why the man was sick but he always remembered Makai as being sick. And as Makai talked to him Elendril would then say. “Ok let’s wait for them to get here and get this show on the road”. As Elendril said that he would bring his hands behind his head and wait for the Genin to show up. Since they were going to give them the test to see if they were ready to become true Genin since they just graduated the academy. As they stood in the tunnel. Elendril started to hear a whistling sound of a old child hood melody that he use to hear as a child. Then a Genin maybe around thirteen which was not much younger then Elendril. The Genin would then say "Good After Noon Sir." As he said he spoke quickly and softly as he continued, "I'm Kira, Nara." He would then slowly turn to the second man as he allowed his right hand to slightly raise as he said, "What's Sup." Kira quickly allowed his backpack to fall from his shoulder as he looked down as his watch once more, he slightly nodded as he noted that there were a few minutes left until the meeting started. Kira quickly figured the last member of the team would be showing up any second from now, as he didn't remember seeing anyone else as he made his way here. And as the Genin finished talking Elendril said “ I am Jounin sensei Elendril and that is Jounin Sensei Makai”. Pointing to Makai who stood on his left side just staring at the Genin. Elendril would then say “ if I am not mistaken you are on Makai’s squad.
Makai then turned to Kira and approached him slowly. His hardened black eyes stared straight down at the genin that was to be his student. His eyes held no emotion what so ever in them just a void of darkness. He approached the fifteen year old genin having read over his academy reports the night before. He stood a few feet in front of Kira Nara, with Makai easily towering over the boy who was only five foot ten inches. Makai stared down at him his eyes seeming to pierce into his. At least the boy had spoken softly and wasn't a loud mouth he hated noise of any kind. He turned to Elendril staring at him briefly before looking at the boy who had let his backpack fall from his shoulders. Makai took a single step back as he pulled his cloth out feeling a pain in his chest. He turned around and started to cough violently into the rag hiding the sight of the blood he was coughing up from the genin. Makai discreetly put his cloth away and turned back to face Kira.
He would then say "Kira Nara...cough... I am your Jounin sensei...cough...Makai....cough....Kasai. This is...cough....the Jounin-sensei...cough of squad two...cough....Elendril Tokyo Hoshi" To let you know...cough...I have...cough Tuberculosis". After that Elendril just set down on the ground and waited for the other’s to show up. He could hear them talking and stuff but did not say anything until they all got there he would stand up and say” Ok me and Makai are two of the Jounin of the village and you six have just passed the academy. So we are going to see if you six are read to become Genin. So we will give you a test. The winning squad will become full fledge Genin and the failing squad will have to go back to the Academy. Now Karasu Roku and Jin you three are on my Squad. You other three are on Makai’s squad. And your test is to fight squad against squad. My squad will each have a red flag and Makai’s squad will have Blue Flag’s. And the first team to get all three flag’s from the opposing team win’s and get’ to become genin. And note if things get’s to serious me and or Makai will step in. Now let’s began”. Elendril said as he gave all the genin there flag’s

( posting order Kira/ 16 / Zane / Demon / Minato / Karasu\ Me and Makai will only post if we feel thing's are out of hand and we need to step in. Note this is also a past topic so no harming any character is aloud. )

One by one more and more Genins poured into the team meeting place. After being explained to that the young man Kira had thought to be a teammate was actually a jounin and a team leader, Kira knew why the man seemed so interesting at first glance. Kira slightly turned to his sensei who spoke brief to him before explaining his illness and the reason he was coughing so much. Kira slightly shook his head as he was still at odd with the fact that someone could be as tall as the man was.

As Elendril began to tell the everyone about today's team meeting, Kira found himself digging in his small backpack as he quickly laced all of them into their proper place before placing his TaiChi Blade around his waist. He slowly looked


[Wip... Just to keep everyone from waiting to fight. the top half that is incomplete is about all the different genin don't worry I'm not going to exchange any words with you just make persona observations.]

Kira slowly took the blue flag that labeled his team as he moved slowly forward towards the middle of the field. Each step was long and drawn out, as he slowly stood under the center light of the training ground. He slowly looked up towards the ceiling as he noted that five lights that kept this particular location lit up so brightly. Slowly he began to devilishly smile as he raised his hands from his pouch and quickly tossed four knives directly towards the ceiling lights and knocking out the other four lights that surround the one he was standing underneath. Instantly the training ground became a seemingly dark island as there was about a 40 meter gap of nothing but darkness that isolated the group from the rest of the training facility.

Kira quickly made a small hand sign as he watched as he shadow slowly began to stretch out and race towards his opponent. It quickly darted towards the three genins as it attempted to capture them in the Kage Mane No Jutsu. He watched as his shadow spliced into three strands and raced towards their shadows. If any of them were caught by the jutsus, they would be bent in willed and forced to the ground in a mirror like image that was the same as Kira now current posture.

((I'm taking Demons spot , I'm not sure if you was attacking him Kira but I'm going to defend my self to be on the safe side if not I'll edit my post.

Roy had golden-blond hair long tied in a braid that hangs down to his shoulders. He parted his bangs in the middle so that they frame his face on either side as they fall and, in the center of the parting, he left a single strand of hair sticking up like an antenna. With his dark, piercing eyes and clean-shaven, babyfaced visage, the infamous Roy attracts a great deal of attention from admirers.A great fan of classy attire,Roy worn his uniform that consist of a long black overcoat and white formal-wear gloves.He worn blue slacks with a cerise down the middle His bangs sat on top of his head band The part exposed the suna symbol.Over his right eye was an range finder.

On his back was a wrapped figured, wrapped in white cloth. The figure was about the same size of his body. The cloth was made up of a cotton material. On his shoulders rested an puppet like Eagle. It was made up of all types of metal.

In his hand held a white slip of paper that a pigeon brought to him. The paper contained direction to this location.He slipped the paper back into his pocket. His foot steps was heard as he slowly approached the group of people. It was two jounin and five other genin. What are we doing he here he wondered.His lips moved as he soft voice spoke out "Well good evening gentlemen." he gave a warm smile trying to look nice. He looked around at every person here trying to get his point of view about each Person.

If they paid close attention to the boy the would noticed something was off about him. His body was too relaxed and too lose. Some would say his poster was all must none human like. Which it wasn't, they boy was actually wrapped inside the cloth. His puppet was the one doing the movements. His strings was hidden by the cloth as he controlled the puppet that looked like him and the bird puppet.

One of the genins tossed knifes at the ceiling knocking out the lights. Darkness soon feild the facilely. Roy had to act quickly. His moving his fingers controlling the puppet,the puppet's legs raised up. Flames came from the soles of it's feet as Roy ran katon chakra through out his puppet. The flames allowed the puppet to hover above the ground. Flames shot from it's feet touching the ground. The puppet while hovering dashed to the left side out the way of the on coming shadow. Small flames was left trailing where he once stood before. The puppets mouth open five kuni's launched from his mouth. The Kuni had explosive tags tied to the end of them. The kuni's was aimed at the genin who throw the knifes feet (Kira.) The tags was ignited and ready to explode the moment they touched the ground. The bird like puppet had lifted into the air as the other one dashed to the side. More chakra like strings was attached to the bird as he flew above the genin who attacked. It's beak opened up unleashing a torrent of fiery needles down at his head.

Roy careful though his plan and analysed the battle field. Was we here to fight squad vs squad he thought.He guessed this one some type of training excise thought up by their senseis. He dread unnecessary fights and had to think of a way to end this quickly. First he had to spot everyone weakness.