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[Chigokai Yuna]

Yuna was in her usual Anbu attire. Anbu garb with a cloak and hood and plain white mask. To those who only know her as an anbu, would see her as Abyss, the Sennin of the Anbu branch. She was here because she was asked to help out with having a lesson. The topic today will not only be a good start for new students, but also for more seasoned students as well. Yuna has read the roster, and out of habit, done some research on the new academy student that will be coming into class today. The other one, Ryuu Nozomi, has been on her list of potential people to join the Anbu from her interest in the branch to how she works and holds herself.

The new student, from her research, shows promise, holds chakra of his own, but with no training with no awakening, who really knows how their future goes. Part of Yuna feels guilty, she has more or less grabbed two people from the Main branch to personally take under her wing, but she also can't help herself. Building up the Anbu Branch has been a project for her since she became Sennin. She would merely lean against the teachers desk and await for the two arrivals.

(for Nozomi, you can say this is a day or so before the mission)
(welcome Yosuke)

 

[Ajisashi Yosuke]

Yosuke walked through the hallways of the academy searching for the room listed on the piece of paper in his hand. His old brown sweater hung loose against his frame, the collar sagged low, revealing the dark t-shirt beneath. His lower half held his better clothes, a well-cared-for pair of fisherman's trousers, and a pair of waterproof leather boots that squeaked as he moved along the waxed wooden floors of the Academy halls. The time he'd spent at the Academy, so far, had largely been used getting adjusted to his new life. Getting set up in his new living situation, learning the very basics of shinobi life, and memorizing all the new people left little time for the little things, such as learning the layout of his new school. Now, he was kicking himself for not doing so earlier as he slowly moved from room to room, checking each sign above the doors. After a good fifteen minutes of searching, he finally found the room he was looking for. He let out a relieved sigh and entered the classroom.

Yosuke moved inside, and his usual tired expression froze in place as he looked towards the front of the class. Leaning against the teacher's desk was a masked figure wearing a dark cloak, an ensemble that hid most of their features from view and reminded him of the shady figures his mother used to warn him about when he went into town for groceries. It took him a moment, but a word floated to the front of his mind that let him make sense of the situation, if only a little.

ANBU

They were a special branch of Kumo's shinobi forces. One of his introductory courses had explained who and what they were, though the exact details of how they functioned were left vague. Seeing the mysterious person in front of him, he figured that was likely on purpose. As his thoughts caught up to reality, Yosuke realized he'd been standing in front of the door for at least ten full seconds without saying anything. Mildly embarrassed, he asked the cloaked individual, "Excuse me, I'm supposed to be attending the special guest lecture from..." he looked back down at the paper in his hand and frowned. The paper simply read 'Special Guest Lecture From: A Very Experienced Shinobi'

Well, that doesn't help me at all.

Recovering from his frustration quickly, he smoothed his features back to his usual tired mask and continued, "Sorry. Is this the classroom for the special guest lecture?"

(Glad to be here!)

[WC: 421 | Post: 1/5]

 

[Ryuu Nozomi]

The academy hall smelled faintly of chalk and the soft hum of old wiring bled through the ceiling as fluorescent lights buzzed. There was one in particular that sputtered at uneven intervals, flashing pale white against the walls. Nozomi adjusted the strap of her satchel and walked in silence as the soles of her boots barely whispered against the polished tile. The morning had started with a summons printed neatly on government-grade paper that contained a stamp with the emblem of the Academy. When she reached the classroom door she hesitated on the handle for only a moment before she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The air was cool in the kind of way that made her skin prickle faintly with static. At the front of the room leaned a figure cloaked in black, with a white featureless mask beneath the hood’s shadow. Even without introduction, her presence filled the room like silent gravity. Nozomi bowed low.

“Ryuu Nozomi, reporting for instruction.”

The words came out in a calm and respectful tone. When she rose, she caught no movement beneath the mask, just a faint nod. She crossed the room and took a seat near the front. The chair squeaked softly as she adjusted herself, setting her clay pouch neatly beside her on the table. The mouth's upon her palms licking their lips hungrily as if they dare to bite the sack open. The door opened again and another student entered. A boy who's about her age, dressed in uneven layers that made him look both out of place and somehow practical. He paused in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the cloaked figure at the front of the room.

'He wasn’t expecting her either', Nozomi thought.

For a moment, the hum of the lights was the only sound until, “Excuse me...,” he started, voice uncertain, “...is this the classroom for the special guest lecture?”

He looked nervous in a way that was painfully familiar. Nozomi recognized that tension as a mix of curiosity and fear which stemmed from standing too close to someone powerful. It wasn’t weakness, not really, it was awareness.

Much like him, she would wait. Wait for the answer and for the lesson to come.

[Class Requirements: Post 1/5 WC: 373/1,000]