"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...
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.