Extreme Art's Class! (Open to anyone)

[Sunaku Harupia]

Ahh, the Academy...it’s been a long time since he last was here. And not only as a student...those were good times. The first lessons which didn’t involve being tossed around like a ragdoll, reading about the history of the village and the more technical ways of dealing with Jutsu...he remember a lot of kids didn’t like theory as much as he did. That got him a few people picking on him...though usually a quick speck of sand aimed at their eyes was good enough to scare them off. Yes, all the mischief, friendships, rivalries...that was a good time. Right now his contacts with his childhood friends were mostly casual. They branched out, worked hard to gain their positions, some of them passed away along the way...still, the place itself brought back memories.

They focused mostly on the past since after graduating, he wasn’t as often in the teaching hall's as usual, except the library. He was registered as a potential teacher for classes, but he found himself conducting class somewhat rarely. Now weather you say it was because of his art or missions getting in the way, or was it him just not feeling up to the task was for you to decide. But lately, Harupia felt a bit more... hmm, he wasn’t sure how to put it well. Ever since the god forsaken "Djinn" made his move, it showed him just how frail the calm of their village can be. A lessons he learned before but neglected somewhat in the calmer years of his career. But now he saw, and he wanted to try his damn best to make sure the village and its peoples could live their lives how they wanted, to the fullest. And making sure the young Shinobi of the village are well trained was a good step towards that.

Now, with all the ideals in mind, he still was swinging in the blind somewhat. He announced the class, but he didn’t thought up any sort of program or schedule or anything. He hoped pupils would come, and once they would be around, he would try and work around their needs. Improvisation...a important skill, no matter what career or Hobby your perusing

 

[Yoshe Kaiyo]

I awoke early in the morning, as usual I had chores that needed to be done before I could enjoy the warmth of the sun any longer. I rubbed my eyes and rolled out of bed. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I grabbed some close off the floor and hurridly put them on. I ran down to the shop door and flipped the sign to open. I only had a few minutes before it happened. I needed to hurry. Quickly I ran behind the curtains that hung lazily behind the counter and shouted for my father to get up. When I didn't even hear a rustle I sighed and ran into his room, hopping on his bed like a 5 year old child. He groaned and tried to wrap himself in a cacoon of covers. Ever since my mother had died this had been our daily ritual, I would wake up and get the store ready. While he would lay in bed and pretend like he had nothing to live for. I had been like that for awhile, until I realized my father was stuck in an even worse rut than I was and I needed to grow up...fast. I finally managed to pry the covers off and convince him to sit up. "Papa...." I said in a sweet soothing voice that my father swore in the mornings when he was half asleep sounded like my mothers. "You need to wakeup and get the store ready, the customers are gonna be storming those doors and minute."

No sooner did I mention the bakery, and customers when my father snapped to reality. The shop was all we had to remember her by, and no matter how bad either of us felt we knew that the shop couldn't stop running not ever. He smiled and me fondly and gave me a kiss on the head. Telling me how much I reminded him of her, while he got dressed. I let him finish checking my mental clock I realized that I only had about 5 more minutes before it happened. And I just couldn't be here when it did. I ran back upstair to brush my teeth quickly counting out the seconds I spent doing so and when I hit thirty I stopped spit out the toothpaste. Grabbing my backpack and lunch that I had packed myself, blowing my father a kiss before I left telling him I would help out after my first day of class. 30 seconds. He stopped me, and told me that he didn't want me getting into something that I would regret later. I told him I would be fine and he didn't need to worry. 15 seconds. He grabbed me into a deep hug, I could smell the dough on his apron and it brought me back too....5 seconds. Breaking free of his grasp, I pulled open the shop door not stopping for anything and bolted as fast as I could down the street. 0. I didn't even hear the chime of the morning bell that rang through our shop. The chime that haunted me every morning when I woke up, and it felt great!

I reach my classroom actually pretty early. The teacher was inside, but I guessed I was the first student as nobody else had shown up yet. I gave the teacher a smile and a bow. Choosing a seat near the front of the classroom and waited for anyone else to show up.

 

[Zethui Kobayashi]

Zenichi awoke groggy and wanting nothing more than to return to the distant dreamland he was so quickly removed from by the devilish alarm. The previous day was spent with the Kazakage. An odd man that seemed to demand his full attention and every iota of his concentration. He wondered how a person could maintain on such a high level. He was exhausted by just being in his precense for one day.

But he could sleep once he hit the road once again. He had a few more objectives in Suna and none of them could be accomplished sleeping....Unfortunately.

A quick brush of his hair and teeth, clean clothes and sandals, he was out the door and heading to the academy. His objective for the day was to evaluate Suna's educational developement. Being only a few years past the average academy student and short for his age would hopefully be good enough camoflague for him to go unnoticed. He wanted to learn as the Suna kids learned. Learn where they learn. Hopefully learn something new that only Suna could teach.

With a few stops for directions, he made it there with a few moments to spare before class began. He made a courteous bow to the teacher and quickly found a seat. He needed to try and speak as few wrds as possible for fear of his accent betraying his country of origin. While they may not know him being from Konoha, it would be easy to assume he wasn't from here.

 

[Chiyo]

Amy woke especially early that day, needing to check on her shop and ensure everything was as it should be, as well as pick up her freshly forged sword, before she could get herself to her first class as a shinobi of Sunagakure. The thought brought a wide grin to her face.

Jumping out of bed, she sprinted across her room, threw open the door and dashed to the bathroom. The door was locked.

"Ugh! Ota-san!!! I have to get ready!" Her arms were crossed over her chest as she stared at the door, hoping her annoyed expression would burn through to her father who was no doubt sitting on the toilet taking his sweet-ass time in the bathroom when he knew his daughter had a big day ahead of her.

"Amejisuto," Amy blanched slightly, her father only used her full name on a few occasions, usually when scolding her, "Give me a moment, you're out of bed even earlier than you told me you would be, you have plenty of time to check on the shop and make it to the academy on time."

"Ugh! FIne!" Amy scoffed, rolling her emerald green eyes before storming back off to her bedroom. Her clothes for the day were folded neatly on her dresser, slightly out of place in the organized mess that was the rest of her room. Smiling again, she pulled on the carefully chosen outfit - a long pair of straight-legged shorts that went down to the middle of her knee-caps, a close-fitting thin black tank top, and a cropped purple vest that had two pockets in each side. Smiling as she looked into the full-length mirror that hung on her door, she smoothed out her clothes. Just then, her father called through her door with a light laugh in his voice.

"Okay Amy-chan, the bathroom is all yours."

"Finally!" she called back to him with a returned chuckle as she opened the door and went back to the bathroom, "Ugh! It smells! Thanks a lot!" she called to her father who had retreated into the kitchen to read the daily paper and eat his breakfast. Trying her hardest to breath through her mouth, she washed her face and brushed her long red hair before braiding it and securing it with a purple ribbon. The purple clashed just a bit with the fiery red of her hair, but once the eye got used to the harsh difference, the contrast was quite pleasing.

Finished in the bathroom, she sprinted down into the kitchen, grabbed a few pieces of toast off her father's plate while sticking her tongue out at him, ("Hey!!") she laughed, kissed him briefly on the cheek and ran to the door to pull on her speed sandals.

Once out in the street she took off like a bat out of hell in the direction of the Grand Palais where her blacksmith shop was situated on a corner. Letting herself in with her keys she looked over the shop once, and upon seeing everything was in its' place, she crossed to the cabinet in the corner, unlocked it, and pulled out her sword, which she had dubbed 'Ember Edge.' A wide grin on her face, she slipped the blade into the hilt she had had made, and strapped it onto her hip before hanging the sign she had prepared in the window - "Sorry, Suchiro Arms is closed for the day." - exiting her shop and locking it back up. Once again, she took off, this time in the direction of the Suna Academy. Reaching the front door she pushed them open, entered the school, and walked as calmly as possible to her assigned classroom.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the room, glanced around to see the two other students who had already showed up, smiled to the instructor, and took a random seat, somewhere in the middle of the classroom.

 

[Motomori Mouko]

Once again, the day for one of his classes was upon him. Mouko had worked hard this past year, training his body and his mind to their peaks in order to get ready for his quickly approaching. He had spent almost no time at all in his garden in these past few weeks. Most of it had been complete with classes at the academy, training, or missions. He hoped that today's class would not be combat orientated, but if it were, he had a few more tricks that he could throw around and test out. The young ninja took off quickly through the building, heading from one of the other classrooms on basic battle tactics. He began to run through the numbers in his head as he passed them, searching for the next room on his list.

Finally, after a few moments of searching, Mouko took notice of one of the rooms near the back the school, opening the door quickly so that he could slip through without stopping to even take notice of the teacher at the front of the room. He moved through the seats, moving only his eyes to take notice of how many students were in the class, and then took a seat near the back. He waved his hand in an absent gesture towards the instructor at the front of the room. "Hello Hello."

 

[Sunaku Harupia]

Harupia waited in silence as the class filled up slowly but surely as the students took thier seats in class. Most of the faces were rather new to him, though he was sure he might have seen them in passing on his daily routine. Still, that was to be expected if he didn’t spend too much time in the academy as a teacher in the first place. Some of the other teachers were a bit skeptical at how well he would do holding a class right of the bat like this, wanted for him to sit through some other classes to see how it worked. Still, he was persistent enough to get a class all for himself. Now, only to make it a good one.

As the pupils entered the room, he returned their bow's with a nod of his head, smiling brightly at all of them. It was good to see the kids these days were respectful...well, at least for the most part, with the last one being a bit more...nonchalant. Chuckling to himself a bit, he would wait a few more minutes to see if anyone else would come, and after the door didn’t seem to be opening for a while now, he would stand up from the desk and say "Well, looks like were all gathered here... that or some of you friends are interested in how the new teacher treats someone running in late" he said with a chuckle.

After that he looked at the ones gathered in class now and said "Good day everyone. My name is Sunaku Harupia, and I’ll be you teacher for today's class. And future ones if I happen to satisfy you hunger for knowledge, haha. Now then, I know you've probably been through this, but I’ll need to get you names to make our jolly cooperation work better here. But to break up the monotony of introductions, I also have a question for you guys. What can you all tell me about Ninjutsu, hmm?" he concluded with a question, looking at them as one of his hands shuffled under his robes, taking out a small pouch from under it. Somewhat of a general question, but he wanted to be sure what they already knew, so he would avoid being redundant. And it fit nicely with what he had in mind for the class.

 

[Yoshe Kaiyo]

"Good day everyone. My name is Sunaku Harupia, and I’ll be you teacher for today's class. And future ones if I happen to satisfy you hunger for knowledge, haha. Now then, I know you've probably been through this, but I’ll need to get you names to make our jolly cooperation work better here. But to break up the monotony of introductions, I also have a question for you guys. What can you all tell me about Ninjutsu, hmm?" Well I could already tell that he seemed to be a man who jumped straight into the lesson. I shifted in my seat a little bit turning around to get a glance of everyone in the class. It was a pretty good mixture of guys and girls. Some of which looked just about as average as I did, others seemed to look like REALLY old kids. And it wasn't that he just seemed like and old kid, it was like he had some crows feet starting up. Something about him just screamed, "Hey I have some candy!". Of course I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I just assumed he had bad genes. Turning back around I wondered who the first person who would answer would be. It didn't seem like anybody else really had their ideas picked out yet, much lesson had a sentence ready so I decided I would do it. You know because I'm such a giver when it comes to these kinds of things...NOT!

"I uh....." I clamped my hand over my mouth. Crap! Where the heck did that come from? I would speak when even I didn't have my stuff figured out yet. I could feel everyones expectant eyes on me. I HAD said something, so I needed to think of something to say fast. What had it been that the teacher said? What could we tell him about ninjutsu...yeah that was it. Well I knew what my father had showed me, he had said that ninjutsu was the manipulation of elements to to the users will. Using the points in our body and our innate elemental affinity to work with the elements and cast them to do amazing things! Yeah that sounded like a good enough answer, now I just needed to say it. I noticed I had taken the longest pause ever from "I uh" to now. God, that was so embarassing. I took a deep breath and started to answer the question. "Well from what my Papa said, ninjutsu is people and the elements working together. Nature gives us an affinity for certain elements, a sort of gift if you will and then using our chakra points in the body we call upon this power to do awesome things.This coodependent relationship, to perform elemental biddings is what we call ninjutsu." Had that been everything? Yeah I think so...Who was I kidding, halfway through that response I had forgotten what the question had been.

I sat back in my seat, hoping that was a good enough answer. Not only that I hope the pause hadn't been as long as I thought it was. The kids in class might start thinking that I'm a little slow, because that was what I needed on my first day of class...more pity. I blew a piece of hair out of my eyes and sat back in my seat. Trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone until I had to...Ohhhhh booooy this was gonna be a long day.

 

[Zethui Kobayashi]

Zenichi let out a small sigh of relief. In his mind, he imagined the suna-nin to be mean and strict with their students. He had zero intel that would give him such a notion but he always imagined forces of another nation in such a negative manner. They were all blood thirsty in his eyes and would love to see Konoha fall before them. But this teacher was quirky and nice. He almost felt like he was a couple years back in his own academy. He should have known a place that had a Kazakage such as Sousuke wouldn't be so bad.

He looked at the kids around him and wondered if they were nervous. He proposed if they were new the the ninja arts, they would be. Each kid wonders if they will fail before becoming a Genin or one day rise up to the title of Kage. Few were prodigies and even fewer were sure of themselves at this level. Zenichi still battles self doubt and he has gained power well beyond most people his age. He could not only explain to the teacher and class what Ninjutsu was, he could display for them all 5 base elements. Most kids his age were still trying to master one or two. Zenichi was already learning advanced elements. Instead of trying to be a know it all and show that he wasn't supposed to be in this class, he decides to play the expressionless card and act like everything coming from the teacher's mouth is the most amazing thing ever.

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[Chiyo]

As the instructor began to speak, Amy looked directly at him, determined to learn as much as she could from the class. As the man removed a small pouch from his robes, her emerald eyes flickered down to it, looking at it for a moment as she wondered exactly what it was before returning her eyes to his face. The question he asked was a simple one, one to be expected in a first-year student class. “What can you all tell me about ninjutsu?”

The trainer Amy's father had hired for her not long before she had started the Academy had touched on these basics the first time they had met. For a moment, the red-haired girl thought back to that time, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to remember what he had said exactly, but before she could remember the right words the other girl in the classroom had spoken, answering the question in words that were easy for beginners to understand, as her father had explained it to her.

Looking at the girl as she spoke, Amy listened, trying to commit the definition to memory, and as she turned to look back at the instructor she looked at the other students in the class, one was a boy that looked like he might be a couple years older than she was, but he was about average height for most academy students so she ignored the strange looking boy and her eyes turned to look at the second boy in the class who was sitting near the back, just a boy with dark hair, cut in an interesting way – almost non-existent on the sides, but long on top.

After she had taken in the appearance of her fellow classmates, she returned to face the instructor with a small smile on her face. It was finally happening, she was on her way to become a real Shinobi and she couldn't be happier.

 

[Sazawari]

He didn’t bother to hurry or rush to the class room. He was already late, overslept once more, so why concern oneself with issues one couldn’t help? Then it was definitely a better alternative to take his time, relax and maintain a composed posture. He slanted down the hallways of the academy, trudging through corridors he had trudged dozens of times before. Every nail, every crack, every polished spot and rough corner, he'd seen them before. And would continue to do so a while into the future, if he knew himself right. Finally, he stood before the door of the classroom designated for the class he had been appointed to. As he pushed through the door, he could hear the voices within, loud and clear. Several of them, judging by the sound of it. And the topic at hand was apparently the nature of ninjutsu. Not a topic he had chosen to widen his academic horizont within, at least not yet. His expertise was put into poisons and illusions and generally methods of combat deemed by many as "cowardly", "cheap", "dirty" and so on. Of course, that didn't automatically interpret as him being a dimwit when it came to fields of combat outside his comfort zone.

He stood in the archway of the door for a split moment, his eyes sweeping across the room, quickly taking into account the students and the teacher present within the area of the teaching facility. Without uttering a single word, he took a short, slow step into the room, letting the door close behind him with a dreary creak, obviously the hinges screaming for some long overdue oiling, before he made a mock slinking motion to a chair slightly behind those of his fellow peers, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap, appearing to pay intensely attention to what the others had to say. Perhaps he overdid the scene a bit too much, he wondered. Oh well.

[MFT]
WC: 325

 

[Motomori Mouko]

There was not much that Mouko could think about whenever he thought about the inner workings of his own jutsu, but he could not think of exactly how any ninjutsu could work. He knew the basics of course, doing a few hand seals to form the chakra that is needed, while also molding that chakra into a certain shape. Once that was done, a jutsu could go into effect. But what exactly was a ninjutsu? The young ninja just did not quite know what he should say about something like that. It was one of the billions of questions he had never had the chance of answering during his meditations. Then again, the boy had not spent much time studying. He was too busy with his other duties as an upcoming shinobi and tending to his garden. Then again, Mouko never really cared much about conserving his time enough to make it a useful endeavor. He leaned back in his seat, waiting for the responses of the other students.

The first student, a small nervous little girl, seemed to have a hard time choking out the answer. She was possibly scared of what the rest of the class thought, but that should have never been the case. The class was one of her peers, people that would one day share her fate on the field of battle. Their words were a tool that they must use, master, and bend to their own will. It was a simple fact that needed to always be remembered whenever the academy student took upon the rank of genin, joining the true ranks of the shinobi. When it came to trusting someone with your own life, then it meant that the person you put your trust into had to be someone that could trust themselves. Mouko shook his head slightly, closing his eyes on the girl. He could not trust the girl, at least not yet, not with his life. Her personality was certainly the exact opposite of Setsuko's.

The other kids did not seem that worried about answering the question as the first girl had. Apparently everyone had been fairly satisfied with her answer, but in truth, Mouko had been too busy analyzing the person below him to have heard the words. That was when Sazawari came through the room, making a ruckus as usual whenever he came through a room. As he moved through the room, finding a place to sit, and making sure that everyone noticed him, Mouko slowly moved his body around the room, using the distraction of the busy ninja to find a seat near him. It was an easy tactic that allowed him to whisper to the shinobi without easily being overheard by the rest of the class. After the two were settled in their respective spots, and everyone had gone back to listening to the lecture, Mouko's voice drifted through the air towards his young fellow student, "You realize, that for someone that wants to be the type that strikes from the shadows, you are quite noisy. You should probably work on that, and you should probably show up for class on time. I have heard that this instructor is a real hard ass when it comes to tardiness." Mouko, whom had been leaning forward in his seat slightly, making it seem like he was just trying to get a closer look at his teacher, moved his body back some so that he could easily hear the rest of the lecture. Of course, the last part of his comment to Sazawari had not been entirely truthful, at least not that he knew of. He had only wanted to stir some anxiety in the young ninja, hoping to watch more of the commonly seen comedy whenever the boy was in any of his classes.

[mft: 638]

 

[Sunaku Harupia]

At first the class seemed to be rather... silent as it were. One of the girls decided to speak up, but chocked a bit on her answer. He could understand that, as simple as his question might seem, formulating a good answer might be tricky for students. He gave the girl a warm smile as she blocked of her mouth, showing that he was willing to listen. In the meantime, the silence of the class was disrupted somewhat as another student fumbled his way through the door... looks like someone slept in the class about stealthy entry...in addition to his own. But at the point Harupia didn’t pay attention to the newcomer, watching the girl who started to recite her answer to his question.

Once the commotion caused by Sazawari died down a bit, Harupia would nod his head as he said "That’s a good answer, though some people would think otherwise. After all, Mother Nature can be a cruel mistress, as we the Shinobi of the sand learned the hard way in recent years. Some see the art of Ninjutsu as a struggle between us and Nature. The act of using you inner energy, Chakra, to bind an element to you will" he said, the pouch still in his hand, as he threw it lightly into the air every few seconds. He spoke on "Now, there is some truth in that. After all, while people are born with an affinity, with enough hard work, one can learn to control the element of the opposite spectrum. However, I’m not a fan of forcing yourself into anything. Whatever you decide to take upon, be it in the martial arts, or whatever other craft you may think of, it should come naturally. Because if in you element, you can use you inner strength and the elements around you to do, and I quote, "awesome things" he said with a chuckle, and then speaking on "But if you try too hard to go against the grain, to force yourself into something you can’t connect with...you might be in for a rough surprise"

As he finished speaking, something to live up the crowd would happen, as the pouch he was hoping in his hand would rip apart, a projectile flying through the class, and lodging itself right before Sazawari on his desk. He took his time with his talk to make sure he wouldn’t hit anything along the way. He wanted to give the boy a small flick on the nose for his tardiness. The projectile, a sand Shuriken, would be lodged in the desk for a few seconds before dissipating into a pile of the element their village was named after.

Stepping towards the class he would say "Now, I can’t say now weather Ninjutsu is an art which you are comfortable with. But I will try my best to see what kind of potential lays in each of you, and help you start of on your way into flourishing as a Ninjutsu practitioner" as he spoke, he would step towards each of the students, handing them a small slip of paper as he spoke "Now, for some of you these might look familiar, but for the others, these are Chakra Papers. Now, using these, we will be able to see what kind of natural affinity you might have with Chakra. It not a difficult task, all you have to do is focus a bit of chakra in your fingers, and the rest will show itself" finishing up as he gave away the slip to the last student. To demonstrate, he would hold up another piece of the paper, and after a brief second, the paper would crumble away into dust, as he said "Due to my heritage, I have a natural command over the element of Sand. Not going into details just yet, Sand is derived from the element of Earth and Wind. And with how the paper crumpled within my touch, it showed that my basic nature lies in the element of Earth. Now let’s see how it goes for you guys" he said with a smile, while retrieving a piece of paper and a pen as he spoke again "And as you all try, I would REALLY LIKE you hear your names. I don’t really want to address everyone as "kid" when I need to potentially speak to them, hehe. Besides, I need to take note of the people who were here on time" he ended, shooting a quick glance at Sazawari. He didn’t want to be too strict, but he couldn’t let him get of scot free.

Spoiler

On the of chance someone might not remember the Chakra papers from Naruto, here is a breif rundown on how they work:

To find out what affinity someone has, pieces of paper made from a special type of tree (that are grown and fed with chakra) are used that react to even theslightest hint of chakra in any of a number of ways, depending on the nature latent in the chakra.
The chakra paper reactions are as follows:

Fire: the paper will ignite and turn to ash.
Wind: the paper will split in two.
Lightning: the paper will wrinkle.
Earth: the paper will turn to dirt and crumble away.
Water: the paper will become wet/damp.

Mft, Wc= 768

 

[Yoshe Kaiyo]

I don't know what stopped me from the taking the paper instantly when he handed it to me. A part of me wanted to know what element nature had decided to let work with me. The other part of me didn't want to know, and hide behind the fact that I always just assumed the element I would have would be the same as my mothers. She had told me the story about her as an academy student, when her teacher had handed her the paper it had instantly wrinkled and shrivled in her hand. A clear sign that nature had wanted her to call upon the powers of lightning. She always said it made sense considering she liked lighting the way for people in dark times. My father said it made sense because lightning was the only beautiful thing in a storm, just like my mother was the most beautiful thing in his life...besides me he would always have to remember that I was there too in his trances. It shouldn't have been such a big deal finding out which element I was, but to me it was a huge deal. Shaking my head I grabbed the paper from the teacher but quickly dropped it onto my table not wanting the paper to get any quick ideas and categorize me into the wrong element.

Okay so maybe if I think hard enough about lightning and stuff like that, it'll get the paper confused and then everyone will know that I am my mothers daughter? Elemets usually run in the family right? I mean Ryzen down the street said the Fire element had run through his family for generations so why should lightning be any different in mine? At this point in time I didn't know whether I was trying to convince myself that everything was gonna be okay, or that I wouldn't have a mental breakdown if the paper were to do anything else other than wrinkle. I stared down at the slip of paper, something so small and temporary yet something that depending on what happened could change my entire life. I hated that I was gonna let this thing affect my life, but I couldn't lie to myself not about something like this. All my life I had grown up trying to be the kind of person that my mother was, kinda, honorable, a good care-taker to dad. These were all things that I myself could do no problem, but being her element? Knowing that whatever made up her on the insides would also be in me? It would be like a revelation that a part of mom was still inside of me. Like she was never gonna be that far away again, I could feel whole.

I gave a big deep breath, resigning to the fact that I needed to pick this piece of paper up and just get on with my life. I snatched it up quickly and closed it in my hand. Closing my eyes I concentrated hard on my mother and everything she meant to me hoping the paper would get the message that this meant alot to me. I didn't even realizing I had been clenching my fist! I felt something stir inside of me, a force that I couldn't understand. This is it, the chakra inside of me is reacting to the paper! It felt like a jolt of electricty running down my arm and through my fingers. The hairs on my arm and head were standing up as if static were coursing through my veins. There was no doubt in my mind I was my mothers daughter! I quickly opened up my hand to examind the paper, it was wrinkled and shriveled. Grinning with excitment I held it up for the teacher to see...I am Yoshe Kaiyo, and my element is..... My words were cut short as I noticed a fine line running its way straight through my paper. My stomach dropped as I realized what I was seeing. The wrinkles in the paper had been from me squeezing it to hard, it looked withered and like lightning because I hadn't realized I had been holding on so tight. And the fact that I had been holding it so tight kept me from realizing the fact that the paper....Not a second later, half of the paper I was holding started to slide off....

No....no....no I can fix it, sir I think......you gave....No..... I couldn't get out the words, through the tears and the choking. I knew exactly what this meant. He hadn't given me a messed up chakra paper. It meant that my element was wind..Not lightning, I was not my mother. She was still gone. I knew the class was looking at me, I probably seemed weak crying on my first lesson over a piece of paper. I wiped my tears...holding up what was left of my chakra paper and said... I am Yoshe Kaiyo, and my element is Wind I felt a breeze come through the window surrounding me as if trying to comfort me that everything was going to be okay.

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[Zethui Kobayashi]

Zenichi was amazed at the sand shuriken flying across the classroom. He had never pondered the idea of fashioning a weapon with an elemental ninjutsu art. He made a mental note to explore this concept later but for now, he had to concentrate on the class. The teacher pulled out one of his favorites training tools from his academy days. He remembered the first time he used one he almost caught himself on fire as the sheet ignited. The teacher said that he must have a strong affinty for Wind also because his fire wasn't a normal reaction. As he was planning how he would play this out, he heard a dreaded command from the teacher. She wanted to learn their names. He wasn't sure if his name would sound foreign here or if he would have a strong accent. he had to think quick about his next move. Luckily, the fumbling of Kaiyo bought him a little time to make a decision.

As she came around to Zenichi, he made sure to stay in his seat. He avoided eye contact and played the shy card. He stated his name but at nothing more than a whisper. While he was clear with what he said, it played in well with him acting coy and bashful. Zenichi

He then took the paper and held it into his hand. Normally, he would have pumped a lot of chakra into his hand for curiousity of what it would do. He had learned so much since his academy days and truly wondered if he could control the outcome. But this wasn't the time and definitely not the place to explore such a novel idea. He held it and acted as though he was concentrating with all of his mental ability. He imagined he looked moronic to the others because the more the strained with his eyes and facial muscles, the quieter the class became. After what seemed like all three acts of a play, he suddenly dropped the paper and folded his face into his arms. He acted as if his whole world had came crashing down with the sounds of muffled cries.

 

[Chiyo]

After the girl had looked around at her classmates, another one entered, late. Amy frowned a little and rolled her eyes, she had never had much patience for tardiness. Looking new student over she shook her head a little, still annoyed that he had interrupted their class and hadn't even made an effort to be quiet about it.

Turning back to the front of the class, the small redhead kept her emerald eyes on the instructor as he addressed the class, adding more information to the already satisfactory answer the other girl in the class had given. Making mental notes of the important items, she nodded minutely as he spoke. Once he had finished with his elaboration, the bag she had made note of before ripped open and a shuriken flew from it, sticking one of its points into the front of the late comer's desk. A little smirk formed on her face, it served him right for disrupting everything. Soon after the shuriken had been thrown, it dissolved into a small pile of sand on the floor. Raising an eyebrow as she looked at the pile, she squinted a bit. Being a blacksmith by trade as well as by blood, she had never really been a fan of weapons that were made with chakra, however, having been trained by Uzumoreu Toushin, her feelings about their usefulness were beginning to change however minutely.

After her moment of reverie, she turned back to the front of the room, listening before she was handed a sheet of paper. Laying it flat on her desk she looked down at it as its purpose was explained. Another grin grew on her face as she listened, excited to see what type of element lay waiting in her chakra. The young shinobi had only worked on a few ninjutsu techniques, but they were all non-elemental, she much preferred the feel of a sword in her hand to molding chakra, though she had been becoming fairly adept at both since she had begun training.

However excited she was, before she did the task herself, she watched some of the others do it. Turning her emerald eyes on the other girl first, she watched as she had a bit of a mental breakdown over the paper and Amy frowned a little, wondering why the paper excited the girl then upset her so much. After the girl, the slightly older looking boy took his own paper into his hands and put on a look of utter concentration. Nothing happened. Staring at the boy for a moment as he put his head in his hands she raised an eyebrow. Everyone in this class was so strange!

Finally picking up her own sheet of paper, she held it flat in both hands, and unlike everyone else, smiled as she pushed a bit of chakra down her arms, into her hands then through the paper. Immediately the paper caught on fire, burned away, and fell onto the surface of her desk in a pile of grey ash, her small smile widened and grew until she let out a gleeful laugh.

Lifting her eyes from the pile of ash on her desk, she looked up at the instructor before speaking loud and clear. “My name is Suchiru Amejisuto, and my element is Fire.”

Now sitting much straighter in her seat, she couldn't get rid of the goofy grin she was wearing. There was no real reason for her to be this happy that her latent element was fire as none of her family had ever gone to the Suna Academy, all of them had been perfectly happy just being blacksmiths, so it wasn't as though the fire element ran in her family. It was simply that the element fit her personality so perfectly, plus, she could see the benefits of being able to create fire with her chakra coil in her shop.

[MFT // WC: 649]

 

[Sazawari]

[Deepest apologies for my absence. So much RL shite to catch up on. Hopefully, I'll be able to be more... Alive forth from now. Although I don't have the time to write a proper post at the moment, I will make my best attempts at typing up something tomorrow. Again, deepest apologies and sincerest gratitude for your patience.]

 

[Sazawari]

He sat down besides Mouko, not caring much for the sharp glances of those already seated in the class room. He didn’t mind, though. What good would that do? He caught the sound of his class mates warning jest and arched an eyebrow as he turned his head towards the other student. He didn’t really have anything clever to say, so he simply smiled and nodded towards Mouko.
His attention snapped back to the top of his table as the deadly weapon of sand lodged itself into the desk before dissolving into sand again. For a moment, he sat there, unblinking, listening to what the one who obviously was the instructor had to say. The pieces of paper looked quite ordinary deemed by his ratings, appearing like nothing but slips torn out of a blank page. However, as he watched his the others take hold of each their example of the test and the results they provided, he picked up his own piece of paper and took a deep breath.

With a muffled flash, the opposite end of the paper took to ignite, slowly at first but rapidly grew in size and strength. Sazawari decided to drop the burning object before he got burnt himself, a decision which proved wise as the fires devoured the chakra test and died away in a tiny pile of pale, grey ashes. He stretched out his arms and leaned backwards, taking a deep breath, before exhaling and looking towards the rest of the group. ”Well, my name’s Hitoshi Sazawari, and for all to see, I can burn stuff.” Thoughts began to spin in his head immediately about how he could put his new-found affinity to use. Considering how he had sketched the concept of his way of combat, the element of fire was initially a challenge to adapt into his fighting style. He would have to look further into that. Someday.

 

[Motomori Mouko]

Mouko took the little piece of paper from his instructor, holding it in his hands for a few seconds, analyzing the plain piece of paper. Was it made from a special kind of tree? Or was it cut with a special technique that allowed it to channel his chakra element easily? He moved the tiny piece of paper around in his hand, tracing the fine lines along it where it had been carried by the instructor. He did not want to know his affinity, for his own reasons of course. The young boy set the paper down for a few seconds as he watched the rest of the class channeling their chakra through their own papers, finding out for the first time what element represented them. It was really strange that everyone in the class seemed so surprise by these results. Did not everyone know what element they were born for? He leaned back watching the faces for a few seconds, faces of concentration as many of the students had problems channeling chakra efficiently enough to a tiny piece of paper so that it could separate the normal chakra from the elemental chakra. Two halves to a very complex puzzle that Mouko had fathomed for a really long time. Why was he not born into a family so in tune with nature that his elements made sense? Why could he not choose the path that he led? No, instead his path had been laid out for him a long time ago. The Motomori part of him had it's own idea of what he would become in the future. His body was not much now, but he was gaining thin layers of muscle all along his body through his constant training, and his mind was even sharper then it used to be. He looked over at his friend Sazawari, watching the little piece of paper burn from a certain point, and downwards. He could not fathom why it would happen like that of all ways, maybe it meant something that no one else had ever thought about. Maybe these tiny pieces of paper had even more uses about them then people cared to realize. "You are of the fire element, that's pretty cool. I hope I get to have something as cool as that!" The smile on the boy's face was completely false, but good enough to hide the hatred under his mask. He knew what was coming if he touched the little piece of paper with even a tiny bit of his chakra. He knew that he would not be able to fake the enthusiasm of the other classmates either. So instead of using his own paper, the boy set it down on the desk he was sitting at and leaned back, watching the instructor closely.

He closed his eyes, retreating to the place that he had been at a hundred times over, his garden. The place where his father could not force ninja training on him, where his uncle could not argue that he had made the wrong decision, and where his mother could not fuel the fires of hatred between the two. He retreated as far into himself as humanly possible, a place of serene definition. A place where he was in complete control of his own future. It was nothing more than a huge forest covered in the shadows of trees and the chirping of birds. Occasionally, a wild animal of some sort of run past his vision, far enough in the shadows to not be clearly seen, but not far enough to be completely invisible. In front of Mouko stood the largest tree in the forest, completely encased in crystal of some sort. It shimmered where the sun hit it, and let the light move into every crevice, chasing away the shadows and the creatures within them. Mouko reached out his hand, letting it rest upon the great trunk for a few seconds, focusing on the tree as much as he could. He could not move the crystal, and he could not do anything with his birthright as of yet, but maybe he could do enough to allow him to execute his plan. He did not move from his spot, completely still as his uncle had taught him long ago, his hand resting on that great tree trunk for what felt like eternity. Truthfully, it would only have been a second or two since he spoke to Sazawari, but time was only a matter of interpretation between the worlds.

Without withdrawing his hand from the trunk of the tree, Mouko slowly opened his eyes, feeling the burning in his right hand. He could feel the chakra pouring out of his pores, and scorching his skin where he was careless. His control was not as good as it should be, but he could endure the pain for a few moments as he reached out and picked up the paper once again. The first thing that happened almost caused the boy to feel failure and let go of the mass of chakra in his hand. The paper became quite wet, enough to drip upon the table. The effect only lasted a moment though, until the paper began to harden. Soon, it crack along it's surface, and a shimmering light of faint purple and blues ran from the top left corner down to the bottom, where the boy held the paper. After it touched his hand, he let go of the chakra, smoke pouring from his pores and tiny burn marks present from overuse. He dropped the paper onto the desk, letting out a loud clang through the room of crystal hitting wood. He leaned back a bit, looking at his instructor with fierce eyes. He had finally revealed what would become of him in the future.

[MFT: 971]

 

[Sunaku Harupia]

Ahh yes, school times...the time where a simple piece of paper could cause so much distress to a young heart. Seeing how violate some of their reactions were, he couldn’t help to remember how easy the academy felt to him...well, that wasn’t the best word. Relaxing, that is. After training sessions within his clan home, tinkering with the chakra papers, basic weapon training, the history and technicalities of the Shinobi craft...it was something different, something welcomed. Still, he could expect some of the younger Shinobi not to take the test well. He observed the students as they poured their energies into the paper, and noted their names as they did what he tasked them to do first. The first one was Yoshe Kaiyo, who seemed the most shaken by the element which the paper showed. He could only assume why that was the case, maybe her family was known for using other elements, maybe she just felt wind was not worth anything. Moving a bit closer he said in a soft tone "Wind...a strong, yet elegant element to control. You must admit, having the sky and air around you as your ally sound like a rather good deal, right? And as I said before, this is just the first step, you ticket into the art of Ninjutsu. With enough training, there is no element which you can’t learn to control, trust me" smiling brightly at her. He tried to cheer her up the best he could, but without knowing a bit more context there was so much he could do.

Two of the students seemed to be going n a bit of a slower pace, one focusing quite hard on the paper, the other one just...dozing of apparently. However, two of them had gone through the process, revealing that their element is flame. Noting their names down he said " Excellent work, Suchiru-chan, Sazawari-kun. Fire is quite a violate element, but with enough control it is devastating. Though you can’t slack of when dealing with fire, so be careful not to burn yourself" he would say looking at Sazawari, poking a bit at his lanes still. To his credit, he wasn’t the last to draw out his element.

Two of the final students were struggling a bit with their paper, one going through a very...violate transformation. Rising his brow at him, he would say towards Mouko "That’s a...rare occurrence. I guess you are not completely accustomed to one Chakra nature just yet...but that’s nothing some training can’t handle, don’t worry about it...I still need you name please" he said with a slight smile, before turning towards the elephant in the room...Zenichi. Someone who didn’t give out his family name...and didn’t do anything with the chakra paper...no reaction whatsoever. He gave him some more time to try, but it was learn the student was quite distraught over the result. And it was quite worrying... even the smallest amount of chakra would be enough to generate some reaction from the paper. Approaching the sobbing boy, he would pat him on the back gently saying "Come on now, its ok...I’m sure there is something we can do to help you..." before moving his hand to his ear, adjusting the frequency of his headset before saying "Attention to any Medi Nin near the Academy, this is Sunaku Harupia speaking. One of the students in Class 3b, Zenichi, seems to be having problems with basic chakra manipulation. Requesting someone to come by and take him for a check up on him ASAP. Thank you and have a nice day"

He would turn back to the student saying "Someone should come up for you soon. Don’t worry, I'm sure our Medi-nin can fix you up quick" once again giving him a bright smile. He would then turn to the rest of the class saying "Alright then, we had some theory here, now it’s time for a bit of practice, don’t you guys think? Everyone line up by the front desk" he said in a cheery tone, stepping away, hopefully everyone following suit. His idea was fairly simple, but starting from the basics was the best way to go, especially with students who weren’t so sure of the elements they were under control. He wanted to show that with a bit of effort, your natural affinity wasn’t an obstacle, just a starting point.

Mft, Wc= 726

Spoiler

(Well, after so long its good to get back on track plox. My appologise for how this went. Now, just to make sure we wont have such a situation again, Ill introduce some posting rules. If the person before you wont post after 3 days, you can skip them and move along with you own post. And if someone happens to miss wo posts, as much as it would pain me Ill have to remove them from the class. After one missed post you can hop in, just expect a bit of ribbing on my side, hehe. Otherwise, hopefully things will go smoother from now on)

 

[Sagasu Yume]

Each footfall would be followed by an almost unperceivable squeak. To the Inuzuka this noise was almost unbearable, compounded by the fact that she was required to wear shoes whilst practicing medicine. Matching the steps at her side was the clicking of paws as her fox familiar trotted to keep up. When the call had come in, Yume pounced on the opportunity for a field trip. It helped that she was in the Grand Hall of Learning that day picking out new volumes to read over. She had been focusing on her studies versus actual medicinal practice and was itching to take care of a patient. Knowing that it would be something as simple as a student check up was slightly disheartening, but Hey! It was something! The classroom numbers glided by above their heads as they drew nearer and soon she picked up Harupia’s voice. Responding with her own frequency device, she acknowledged the request:

"Acknowledging request of Sunaku Harupia. This is Med-Nin Sagasu Yume. I will look into the issue. Thank you."

Opening the door, Yume presented a cool demeanor to the class. Her hair was tightly braided with her asymmetrical bangs pulled off to the left side, leaving the tiny twin fang marks on her right cheek visible. Wearing a white high collared vest and matching capris gave her the look of sterility that most in the medical profession were accustom to, right down to the soft soled shoes. Her fox was wearing a white pack over his back that contained her basic medical supplies and acupuncture kit. Striding up to the instructor, Yume felt a petite blush caress her cheeks and a small smile begin to spread, just as when they had first met in the market. She may have been here on business but she couldn’t ignore the way she was intrigued by the Sunaku. Looking the student up and down, there didn’t appear to be any initial distress other than an expression of frustration and sadness. That was what Yume enjoyed most about the healing arts: There wasn’t always an outward symptom to aid in diagnosis. Sometimes it took a little more detective work to find the true issue at hand.

Good morning, Harupia-san. What seems to be the issue?

Looking down to the desk she would see the papers that had been handed out to her call on their first day of studying Ninjutsu. So that was why he had specifically stated chakra manipulation in his call. It was a most distressing occurrence when a student couldn’t even muster enough chakra to turn the paper. Ninjutsu was core to the shinobi fundamentals; and while it had been done before where a shinobi had succeeded with only the used of Taijutsu, it was a very rare occurrence and was a most difficult road to travel. Perhaps it was defective? That was a possibility. Reaching out with one finger, she would poke the centre of the item only to watch moisture collect and pool. It most certainly was not the item.

A scent would travel to her nostrils on the wind that seemed to be moving rather nicely through the classroom. It would make her sneeze and then quirk her eyebrow. For her, smell was as common as sight. Most people would gawk if they saw someone wearing a parka in the desert. So it was when the Inuzuka smelt something out of place. Visually assessing the student, she would give him a perplexed look and remark in a rather abrupt fashion. It wasn’t that she meant to be rude it was just that she had a horrible time with what was socially acceptable on occasion.

You smell... different