Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

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Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Fang » Sat Feb 18, 2012 2:22 pm

"Haseo Sanada. That's a name that is on the lips of everyone nowadays. One could say he was the greatest craftsman, the greatest inventor, The greatest man who ever lived! After his first series of ingenious inventions, he continued to make his own corporation and make his place as a strong activist in the moving of Suna towards the future. But despite all of his great economical and innovative success, He is well known to be the most handsome man in all of the the Wind Country. Women came from all across the land to throw themselves at him, they couldn't resist his rugged ch-" Haseo couldn't stop himself, his nose began to bleed as his mind continued to picture the large array woman that pervaded his fantasy. He allowed himself to enjoy these thoughts for a little bit longer before quickly wiping his nose and apply pressure to his nostril with a tissue to stop the outward flow of blood. Haseo panned around to make sure that no one had seen the embarrassing scene that had occurred. When he was finally satisfied that no one had caught him, he leaned back on the monolith they were supposed to meet at as he tried to appreciate the scenery around him.

The park he sat in was built in the honor of the old village and all the people who died in the events that occurred around the same time.The park was surrounded by many buildings, having been placed not too far from the center of town, but a little ways away the school could be seen and a little bit farther off one could see the coastline area. In the center of the park was a single spire of smooth obsidian inscribed with a large passage followed by a large list of names, a monument to remind all of what had happened. The monument itself was surrounded by sand, but other parts of the park was watered almost every day; allowing grass, trees, and even some flowers to grow. Overall it was a nice park, if not a slightly grim one considering that it was a reminder that the illusion of a safe home was liable to come crashing down at any time.

Haseo was from the prestigious Sanada Clan, a clan of craftsmen known for being capable of creating, altering, and at times repairing some of the finest weaponry and puppets in the middle of combat. The boy had a strange knack for his craft, learning all he could from the Suna branch (specializing in puppetry) three years earlier then the other apprentices. The clan leaders had sent him off to the Kasai branch (Specializing in weapon creation) for a couple years, but this time rather then finishing the course he was to take a small observationship at the Yuki Branch (Medical branch). But on his way he was urged by clan chief to finish his genin exam, and after many letters, Haseo finally decided to make his way back to Suna and made his journey. Though despite he had traveled the distance, it was hardly by foot or spent camping, having been endorsed by the Sanada Clan, he spent most of that time in a carriage and in high-class inns.

Though he had all of his ninja training on how to travel long distances, how to fend off in nature, and how to fight in a combat situation, he never really had to use them for any real reason. He considered himself a prodigy, whos real purpose in life was to be admired, praised, and worshiped from a far; his place was in a workshop tinkering with his plethora of currently-not-working-but-one-day-will inventions. But he knew that, that day had to wait; he needed to spend a little time as a working ninja or else no one would accept him as a true Sanada Ninja. But considering the high number of ninja out there, he thought that the job mustn't be THAT dangerous, so he wasn't too worried.

Haseo had reached the park roughly 20 minutes before their appointed meeting time at the monument. As he waited he continued to collect his feelings on the new capitol. He had been studying abroad in Ash country until just a few months, where he was shocked to see the old village in ruins. From there he was redirected to Hanabira City, where he had finally heard of the events that had transpired since he had left. At first he was distraught at the concept but after hearing that his clan had rebuilt their workshop and only a few clansmen had been harmed, he felt relatively relieved. Though Haseo hated new places; he enjoyed sleeping in familiar places, seeing familiar faces, doing familiar things, hell if he could he would do the same thing every day he would; he eventually got used to the new pace of the city. Now if he had to move before his pilgrimage, the boy would have probably had an aneurism just from the thought; his journey across the ash and snow countries had mellowed him up from this childish tendency, he still tended to get cranky from sleeping somewhere unfamiliar to him.

Today, he was wearing a roomy, black, long-sleeved shirt over a pair of dark shaded pants. He carried a normal sized backpack which held three filled water bottle holders as well as an additional bag that was long and thin. He had a long black streak stretched across his face at around the level of the bridge of his nose with a number stamped beneath it on the right cheek, 69; the marks matched with his black hair and light but now slightly tanned complexion. Though the strangest part of his attire would have to be the broken analog watch he wore on his left arm, though he made sure to avoid talking about it at all costs.

It finally had reached time of meeting and Haseo was getting anxious, the faster they started the faster they could finish and the faster could start on his plans. Not only that, but for the last ten or so minutes, the wind kept pushing sand into his eye and it was starting to get really irritating...

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Misao Kizumaru was observing the boy for quite a while now. When he had gotten there, the idiot was laughing to himself apperantly so hard he began bleeding from his nose. So rather then going over there and, god forbid, talking to the little weirdo, he chose to sit at a distance and wait for the time to come along, maybe the other two decided to not come and he could just leave. I mean, don't get him wrong, Misao just LOVED the idea of babysitting three snot-nosed, green around the edges genin all over the place. Loved the idea to death and past the 7 gates of hell, or whatever number it was.

The Kage had said dictated that Misao had gone for way too long with out taking some genin for mentoring, without he would never raise any higher then his simple Tokubetsu Jonin rank. His old colleagues had told him that all he had to do was, give them some task to do, let them think they can do something, then go off beat some missions, and make them do all the dirty work he didn't want to do.

The meeting time was getting closer and closer but all he could do to keep himself from getting bored, was to use his wind element to fling specks of sand into the kids eyes. God today was going to suck.
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Yamamoto » Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:25 pm

Seconds before waking up, he had had the best dream in his entire short life. Fishing on a small boat far away from the deserts of Suna. Just him versus the countless sea creatures in a battle of patience. Although, like most good dreams that happen, it came to an sudden end. Jirou's flew open as they were greeted by the bright light that now flooded his room; thanks to the evil rat-like canine that had entered his lovely abode three years ago. Rolling out of his bed and moving himself towards his door, he felt the creeping feeling of soreness reenter his body. Yesterday was a day he wanted to forget, however with his father back from traveling, it would be awhile before he forgot that exhausting day. His old man was like a drill sergeant, forcing him to bear a near endless endurance test. Just to see if he was still in shape. Feel like I'm going to die, he thought as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen; where said demon himself and his wife sat happily discussing the new neighbors that had just moved in next door.

Limping past the man who had done this to him, he quickly made an early morning meal for himself that consisted of fresh fish, rice, and pickled cucumbers. Not really wanting to sit down and eat with the family, he immediately made his way out of the house.

You may ask yourself why hadn't he taken a bath that morning, well, Jirou lives by a philosophy. Take a bath the night before, and you won't have to take one in the morning as you are already clean. Genius right? Anyway, Jirou found himself standing in the middle of traffic with a wooden box of food in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other. Bobbing-and-weaving through the massive horde of people, he made his way towards a less inhabited path. One that lead straight to the place where he would meet his sensei.

Reaching the park after a good ten more minutes of walking, he found himself a nice tree to sit beneath and chowed down on his breakfast. He would go and look for his team later, right now, food was more important.
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Kiyoshi » Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:43 am

Nao sits up and stretches, yawning as she does. Her arms fall to her side as she looks up, glancing at the clock to see what time it was. She pauses as she reads the time, a look of horror creeping onto her face. She leaps from her bed, pulling her night clothes off and quickly grabbing something clean out of her dresser. A moment later she was in the kitchen. She instantly spots the sandwich that her mom had placed out for her. "Thanks mom!" Nao grabs the sandwich off of the table and bolts for the door, grabbing her hat and equipment pouch off of the table by the door, slipping her shoes on at the same time. "Mom, I'm off! See you later!" With that she was gone, out the door and down the street, cramming the sandwich into her mouth as she runs.

Nao moves through the morning crowd, barely avoiding crashing into people quite a few times. Finally, after a few minutes she made it to the park. Nao stops and catch her breath, glancing down at her wrist to check the time on her watch...which she had conveniently forgot to put on when she rushed out of the house. She lets out a huge sigh and begins to jog, figuring that it was already too late to be there on time anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem if she took it easy. Soon enough the crowds thinned out as she got digger into the park, until there was no one on the path at all.

Nao picked up the pace a little, passing a guy who was sitting under a tree enjoying what seemed to be his breakfast. Soon enough she spots a person, a guy, who seemed to be waiting at where the meeting place should be if she read the directions correctly. "Hey there! Are you the sensei? I hope not, you're kinda young. No offense if you are though." She quickly backtracks in case he was her sensei and has a problem about how young he looked. Some people get insulted at the littlest things after all.
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Fang » Tue Feb 28, 2012 12:39 pm

Haseo

As the wind continued to send those accursed sand particles into his eyes, Haseo was starting to get pretty agitated. It was several minutes past the appointed meeting time and none of the others members had been there at the over-glorified rock and the dry weather was not helping with Haseo's mood. He continued to mope around till he caught sight of a girl talking to an older guy. He began to run towards them, positive that that must be his new team and they had just meet up a little bit farther then he had guessed.

With each step forward, he could feel the the excitement slowly building up in his heart until it was a tsunami, ready to overcome every challenge that presents it self. He had been waiting for this day, the start of a new chapter in the legend that is and will be known as Sanada Haseo. Some things were going to be difficult and a lot of things were not going to be easy but it was going to be okay. That is just how life works it self out, right? And even if everything didn't work ou-

His thoughts were cut short because the couple had began to make-out furiously. Haseo's mind began to reel, were such things allowed between a sensei and his students!!?? He had heard that the workings of the heart were complicated, but what a cruel hand fate had played him. And then it hit him, this was going to get in the way of his success.

"NOOOOO!........."




Misao

What was that idiot up to?

Misou watched the kid who he had been pestering rush up to an unsuspecting couple, disturb them and then proceed to lecture them on how having such relationships were unethical or something like that. All Misou could come up with is that the kid was some sort of traditionalist or something that didn't believe in cross-gender interaction before marriage or something alien like that.

Misou pulled his box of cigarettes and hit it against his knee a couple times before pulling the last cig out of the box. He took a second to look back at the boy but just shook his head and decided to shift his attention to the new person who had approached him, the one girl on his little team of kiddies. She opened her colossal mouth and said "Hey there! Are you the sensei? I hope not, you're kinda young. No offense if you are though." despite wondering if the girl always talked this fast, Misou could agree that he was pretty young for the job, being that of only 24 years of age. he had gotten to his Tokubetsu jonin rank a couple years prior, being one of the youngest tokubetsu jonin of all of Sunagakure. Well he agreed with that idea and the fact that he wished that he wasn't their sensei.

Rather then answering the girl's rather mundane question, he responded with a raised index finger to portray the "Wait a second" gesture. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He attempted to light the cigarette but the lighter wouldn't start, it had ran out. Misou swore underneath his breath as he dropped the lighter and brought his hand close to the head of cigarette and snapped his fingers, causing a spark to jump up from the two abrasive surfaces of his glove and grew into a small flame over his fingers, being fueled by chakra. He felt his body relax as he took the first couple of puffs, not caring to avoid the girls face.

The first idiot, the Sanada brat, finally realized that the first couple wasn't his team and spotted Misou and the girl and began to make his way towards them. Misou began to swear repeatedly in his head, he should have left before they could have approached him, but he realized it was too late for that now. The boy had finally reached them and was about to introduce himself when Misou stopped him with a spread palm indicating him to stop. He reached into his bag and pulled out two scrolls and handed them to each one of them. "Sign these." Each of the scrolls contained their personal information such as their names, age, clan, academy teacher notes and a current picture of them, all followed by a small affidavit denoting they accepted their placement into the 13th Genin team of their year. "Quickly, don't waste my time."

Misou continued to puff on his cigarette waiting for them to finish. He could' see the third member of their party off in the distance, but truth be told he hoped the guy just wasn't coming, it meant less hassle on his part. He felt himself losing heart faster then sand would fall from his hands. Hopefully, he could get these kids to give up on being ninjas by the end of the day. His superiors would understand, right?
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Yamamoto » Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:13 pm

Jirou had taken his time eating the meal; not wanting to just scarf it down and miss all of the delicious flavors he held in his hands. Ever so often, he would find an ant marching along in beside him; looking for what he guessed was food. Being the kind man that he was, he shared a tiny grain of rice with the ant and watched it march back to its home. A tiny ant hill a good leap away. Seconds later however, he noticed that a few more ants had decided to come and decided to look for food. So, being the kind man that he was, he shared a few grains of rice with them again. He felt good sharing with nature, but he needed to eat too. After a solid minute had passed, he looked back at the ant hill and took notice of a good hundred or so ants making their way towards him. Jirou stared at them for a second and let everything tie together in his head. As he finally realized what was going on, he jumped up and ran off; food in hand. “YOU WILL USE ME NO LONGER!” When he shouted that a few people who had been enjoying themselves with whatever it was that they were doing stared at him as if he had lost his mind. Recognizing their stares, he made a face that even a mother couldn't love and then proceeded to speed walk away to find his team.

It wasn't a long walk, hell, they were in visual distance of where he had been sitting a few minutes before. It wasn't hard to spot them either, as they had a sort of... odd aura to them. From where he was walking, all he could see was two people, a female and a male about his age, signing what he guessed were scrolls. His eyes grew wide at this point and out of his lips came an unenthusiastic, “Crap. I'm late.” Sighing, he jogged his way to the trio and smiled. “He~y. Sorry I'm late. Got caught up in something.” He couldn't help but rub the back of his neck as he lied.
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Kiyoshi » Tue Mar 06, 2012 2:42 am

Nao takes the scroll from her sensei, frowning a bit as she quickly signs her name and gives it back to him. To her, their sensei was already seeming like a jerk, which was never a good sign. "There you go, now what are we doing? I'd rather not sit here and go through introductions, we can do that stuff later."

Just then the final team member makes his way up to them. Nao sighs as he clearly lies through his teeth, but doesn't say anything, not wanting to make atmosphere worse than it already was.
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Fang » Sat Apr 28, 2012 6:08 pm

Misao

The third brat finally joined their little troupe, not that it really mattered in the long run. As the kid finished giving his excuses or whatever he was doing while flapping his lips, Misao underhandedly threw him his corresponding scroll. "Sign it." Misao replied simply.

The girl quickly signed her scroll and returned to him, followed by a small quip.
"There you go, now what are we doing? I'd rather not sit here and go through introductions, we can do that stuff later." The corner of Misao's mouth curved into a small smirk.

"That, little lady, is an idea I can agree to" He reached deep into his pack and pulled out a C-rank mission he had picked up on his way here.

"As a Team, we will be required to take on missions much like this one. It's as simple as this, if someone cannot complete a mission as simple as this one, they have no right to call themselves a ninja of this village." He let his grasp on the scroll to loosen and fall out of his hand. Allowing wind chakra into his hand, he snapped his fingers, causing the scroll to slam and embed itself into the ground.

"But before a team can be considered a team, It has been a long forgotten tradition of this village for them to forge their bond with the victory of a certain task. The collection of a balloon. Misao was bullshitting every word of it, but if he was convincing enough, they might actually believe it. and plus, he was their mentor, he could probably be allowed to to assign them to do menial jobs anyways, so he just went with it.

He reached again into his pack and pulled an aerosol can with a red balloon attached on the nozzle. He crushed the can near the top, causing the air to fill the balloon, but due to how the the can and balloon were tied together, the can started to rise with the balloon. In this fashion, as the balloon would eventually loose the gas inside, the can acted as a reservoir allowing the can to stay afloat for several hours.

"You have two hours to get it. If you break the balloon or you can not complete it within then time limit, you fail." Ignoring any complaints or other comments, He performed two hand-seals and snapped his fingers, up-drafting the balloon easily 70m above the nearby buildings. The wind was being finicky that day so no one could guess where and which direction it would take the balloon. "Good Luck." He said as he left his hand out for the third youth, Jirou, to give him his scroll.




Haseo


Haseo had handed back his scroll when the girl had said her piece. It was just all happening so fast. He really was going to be a ninja! Their mentor started talking about what their purpose was and what-not, before pulling out a scroll and causing it to come crashing down to earth. A tad bit theatrical but whatever, He didn't care who his mentor or how he was, hell he didn't even care about his team; all of it was just a means to and end. Haseo's goals were all that mattered.

Their mentor then started talking about some tradition or another, all they had to catch was some balloon, big whoop-d-diddly-do. that didn't seem so har-
and then he shot the balloon into the sky.

"What the Deuce!?" The balloon was now almost just a speck in the sky, "How in the world are we supposed to get that!' He exclaimed at Misao, who didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care.

With a huff, Haseo, dropped his pack and started rummaging through it for his ninja gear.
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Re: Well It Can't Get Worse Ca- [Tsuspirament Group 1]

PostPosted by Yamamoto » Tue May 08, 2012 5:29 pm

Jirou caught the scroll tossed to him by the team's acting leader. “This team thing seems pretty cool. It'll be a pleasure to work with you guys,” he said with an empty smile. Carefully opening the scroll up to view it's contents, he examined its contents carefully and to his displeasure everything was accurate up to this point. His hollow smile grew ever so much hollower as he signed his signature as neatly as he could in the space provided.

So... I get stuck with a supposed 'badass' teacher who looks like he just doesn't give a shit, a girl that gives off a bitchy vibe, and this [badword]. He eyed the other young male who had been assigned to the team. With a disgruntled sigh, he gave the scroll back to the teacher and waited like a good little boy until...

Fwoosh!

His eyes followed the balloon's trajectory as it rocketed upwards into the air. It had gotten to the point where he had to squint to even see the damn thing. Looking back at the sensei with an utter look of disbelief and creeping anger, he balled his fists for a split second before settling back down and looking upwards at the balloon once more.

Tradition my ass... He thought to himself as he looked down and examined the boy who had begun rummaging through his rucksack. Taking a quick glance towards the girl, he sighed once more and rolled up his right sleeve. There, in a deep reddish hue, was a spiral tattoo. Piercing the flesh on his thumb with his front teeth, he placed his wounded thumb in the middle of the tattoo and ran his fingers in a downward path.

The familiar poof of a summons filled the small area and after a brief second, ole reliable made it's appearance. A lovely halberd dropped into his right hand just as it had appeared a few feet above him. Grasping it tightly in his right hand, he effortlessly lifted it and pointed towards the balloon high above the four. “Any ideas on how we're going to get that without utterly destroying it in two hours?” A noticeable tinge of sarcasm oozed from this sentence as he waited for a logical response.
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