The Basics [Class]

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

Entering the training area, Junko looked into the dark sky. Junko was up before the sun and had arrived earlier than expected. The wind was crisp, bone chilling as usual, and would surely wake the young ones up if they felt sleepy. Fortunately, being raised on the cold streets of kumo came in handy as Junko was un-phased by the temperatures.

Smoking an herbal cig wearing a clean suit, The Sennin held two katana’s forged by the 9th Raikage at his waist side as he made his way to the center of the training field. Biting his thumb, Junko began a series of hand signs as the wind flowed through his black hair.

Boar....

Dog....

Bird....

Monkey...

Ram...

Placing his palm on the ground, a small explosion of smoke occurred, revealing a large treasure chest only an akimichi could carry. Reaching into his pocket, Junko would bring out a small stack of white square papers. Standing behind the chest, Junko waited for the young ones as they should’ve been arriving any minute now. If not, that would suck because lateness wasn’t being tolerated. Today, the medical sennin would be giving the young ones the basics. In the long run, they’d be thankful.

WC: 203

OOC: Nice to meet you all ^_^ I’ll be your instructor! My advice . . . Don’t be late . . .

> Class: The Basics

Spoiler

> What’s being covered?
- Chakra Nature: You’ll decide upon your Elemental Affinity!
- Weapons: You’ll create/gain your first weapon
- Battle: Based on Role Play, you’ll be able to start deciding what’s best for your character battle wise . . . Ex: Abilities, Class, jutsu, and possibly Bloodline/Core Ability if you don’t have one.


Class Rules:
* Each participant must make a minimum of 5 posts in the thread.
* Each participant must meet the minimum word count of 1500 words.
* 3 Strikes and you’re out.


Class Rewards:
Double training the week the thread is completed for BOTH the teacher and the student plus an additional +2000 yen for the teacher per student. [Class] Rewards may only be claimed once per week.


Side note:
This classes isn’t all about the reward at the end, it’s about you starting to build your character up with the essential.

So! Let’s get to the basics and have some fun!!!

 

[Ryuzaki Yamamoto]

After the little stunt Ryu pulled that morning, his parents were extremely upset and gave him an earful when they finally caught up to him. To make things worse, his twin sister, Ryoko, followed him to the Academy grounds and he was blamed for her behaviour too. “Thanks to you running away, she left the house without breakfast too,” his mother screamed in his ears on their way to the inauguration ceremony.

The inauguration was just as the boy expected it to be; boring and tedious. The nine-year-old almost had a headache from number of times he has been rolling his eyes over the inspirational speeches given to the bunch of younglings. All the while, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the obstacle course that was far in the vicinity and wondered when he will be allowed to play there again.

His wish was granted much sooner than he anticipated. After the long-drawn inauguration finally came to an end, the students were sorted into sections and assigned to classes. Looking at the variety of useless courses he had to undergo, like economy and logistics, the boy almost lost hope. But luckily, the very first class he was assigned to was Shinobi Basics… and the location was ‘Obstacle Course’. The boy jumped up in joy and couldn’t wait for the next day morning.​

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Ryu got up early the next day morning like any other day, and got ready for his first class. He may not be very enthusiastic about becoming a shinobi, but he was not going to give up an opportunity to be outdoors. He deliberately did everything he could to stall his twin sister from catching up to him, like hide her clothes, shoes etc. before leaving the house. The mischievous kid ran out of the house with his breakfast only half-finished and his mother yelling behind him. Ryu may lack many things, but the hyperactive kid was not one to be late for a lesson outdoors. So, he probably was the very first student to arrive at the location.

Seeing that his teacher was already there, Ryu announced his arrival. “Good morning, Sensei! Ryuzaki Yamamoto, here for my very first shinobi lesson,” he said, grinning widely.​

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[Ryoko Yamamoto]

It took Ryo just a day to of Academy life to understand that she'd need to curb her excitement and learn to get some more sleep and rest if she wanted to stay at the top of her game. Trusting her family, she decided to slip into peaceful slumber, the night before the second day. In all technicality, the first day comprised largely of speeches, dictation of all the various rules the students were expected to follow and a lot of seemingly meaningless introductions. Additionally, the younglings were made aware of the expectations from them, that was what really drove Ryoko to be more responsible while making her choices. So today was the real first day, of classes and a regular schedule, she couldn't afford to be sleepy during class if she wanted to come out on top. Her determination to beat her brother was stronger than ever... Only she and her father knew what was at stake... Her future as a Shinobi.

In an attempt to be prepared, she'd set out her garments and footwear and everything, so she could get ready efficiently, following which she slept soundly, too soundly dreaming of class and being the best. At the crack of dawn, the house was slowly roused, but Ryoko slept on. Her kind mother couldn't bring herself to disturb the beauty sleep of her lovely daughter. Raiden didn't help her either, he was just internally gleeful and hoped Ryoko had been led off the shinobi path on her first day itself, the man chuckled to himself over breakfast as he bid his seemingly eager son farewell.

Finally, when her eyes opened, the gentle light outside betrayed some sense of the time, she sprung out of bed, panicking. 'Mother! What time is it?' she called out as she snuck into the shower. Within moments towel-wrapped she returned to her room and bellowed again. 'MOTHER!' finally, Akane responded. 'What is the matter? Will you please keep your voice down love?' she said, peering into the bedroom to find Ryoko almost in tears. 'My clothes! My clothes! I left them right here!' she said whining. Akane sighed and bought another pair, along with a robe.

'I'm going to kill him!' she threatened in a hiss. 'You can't say things like that about your brother!' the mother's chastising fell on deaf ears. Once ready, she rushed out of her room. Raiden peered at his daughter from over the newspaper. 'You're late... We all thought you'd given up on the academy charade.' he said sighing. 'Nope! Be back later!' she responded. Before her mother could bring out breakfast, Ryo had already bolted out of the house,

She made a bee-line for the academy, her eyes quickly spotting her brother at the grounds. The two had the misfortune of being assigned to the same class, Ryo suspected foul play and assumed her father had asked it to be so. Awkwardly and reluctantly she bowed at the teacher, they girl hated apologizing. Her teeth chattering just a little in the cold, she muttered an apology and introduced herself. 'I'm sorry for being late sensei... Ryoko Yamamoto.'​

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[Saotome Asami]

Asami could say one good thing about the academy – they were very persistent wherever potential shinobi were involved. Their methods of finding new recruits were morally dubious, and once they had a child in their grasp, the only way out was death. The academy seemed to take that as a point of pride, but an unwilling young lady in the jaws of the beast knew to show a little more scepticism. It was among many reasons why she had spent months delaying the institution’s efforts to add her to their ranks. Many a class had been missed, especially where violence was involved. Tutors were questioned – lightly, more often than not, but enough to show her doubt. It was a shame, too. The girl had the makings of a shinobi in all but passion. An ancient power and an exceptional talent for chakra had shown itself, aided in no small part by her private training. Had she bothered to take the academy seriously, she would have already gained her headband. Somebody must have noticed; a letter arrived at her home, demanding an improvement to attendance. Considering the lengths the village would go to to recruit a student, Asami knew better than to ignore the warning.

And so the reluctant shinobi entered what she believed to be the easiest class available. The sight of an uncertain, unenthusiastic child was nothing new to the teachers, especially in a physical class, but it was rare that she let others see her that way. It didn’t take long for her expression to change once she saw others, though the quick-witted amongst them would notice the change. A small gentle smile forced itself on as she regarded the few that had arrived. Another no-nonsense teacher, she assumed, and… siblings? Twins? Those poor souls. She stared for just long enough to confirm that she wasn’t seeing double. “Ah… Excuse me, sir.” She returned her gaze to the Sennin. “I’ve been requested-“ Threatened. “to join this class. I hope you’ve had a good morning. Of course, the same goes for you too.” She nodded to the pair and took a step back. If there was anything they needed to know, she was sure they would ask, but she was hoping to be done as soon as possible, with as little injury as possible.

 

[Harou]

To Gattsu, the miasma of peace in the life of an academy student seemed to feel more suffocating than bracing air of war and blood. How was he supposed to feel? He had let go of his past but the past had not let go of him yet. The wounds ran deeper than physical scars, it was far more painful than anything that bled. In his mind, he could hardly remember the last night he had the blissful state of a full night’s sleep. It was another sleepless night, tormented in his own mind with the memories of blood and flesh, the smell of rotting corpses and the voices of dying comrades. Swinging his blade religiously daily in his practice helped calm the nerves, it kept his mind clean of the filth that seemed to torment his mind. The issue wasn’t depression however, it was the unrelenting rage and bloodlust that surged through his very soul whenever those memories came to present. After all, hate was a place that for someone like Gattsu, who could not take the sadness of his life, go to. It was easier to hate and rage than it was to face the monumental bereavement that awaited him the moment he let go of his malice.

He readied himself, his dark clothing and cheap armor placed onto his bruised and heavily scarred young body. He lifted his blade and clipped it to the metal holder on his back. The blade was large, far larger and longer than a boy his age should have, larger than his five foot five frame. He would pick up his cheap brown leather belt, where his throwing knives were holstered and wrapped it around his body, clipping the belt in place. Grabbing his helmet in hand, he walked out of his tent and began walking towards the academy. He had no funds, and he his lack of social aptitude made it difficult for him to converse and live near proximity to others, as such he lived solely in his tent. He walked towards the academy, retrieving in his pocket the sheet of paper with the class instructions. He had heard rumors of this instructor, a powerful Sennin, one of the strongest shinobi the village had.

Arriving at the arranged location, he looked around at the gathering and arriving students. Twins? Had he seen them before? He did not recall twins at the academy, perhaps they were new. The other was an alluring young girl, he had seen her around occasionally when she deemed it appropriate to show up to the academy. Walking past his classmates he put the paper away and upon hearing them introduce themselves he simply stated ”Roukan Gattsu, present.”<i></i> He made his way to a tree and leaned against it, his blade hanging on his back as he kept to himself, looking silently at the ground as if in a daze. Not once did he bother looking at his classmates, he was use to a solitary life in the academy after all.

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[Hashiwa Risako]

“Listen, friends, as I tell you a story, about a great man so honest he was known as the incorruptible.”

An unknown busybody paused, perplexed by the young voice carried through the wind. He turned his eyes, right, then left, then right again. That was all wrong, of course, anyone of good sense would have looked to the left first, or even better, to his rear. The busybody moved on, but the source of the voice remained.

“The incorruptible fought to seek justice for the common people against the evil hold opium had over the hearts and souls of many thousands,” she spoke once more, secure in the safe company of a sturdy branch at the top of the tree. She had lied, the busybody should have looked first towards the sky, but she forgave this falling. Life was complicated enough without having to worry about threats abound yet sight unseen. How many kids or people in general, went around thinking that today they are destined to be throttled in some dark corner, or stabbed in broad daylight?

“Over the course of several months of hard work, he discovered that one powerful family was responsible for many of the foul deeds involved in the cultivation of the dreadful narcotic. Armed with a strong foundation built upon fearful anonymous testimonies and the word of rumor, the incorruptible built up his case.” The earlier breeze died down, returning a measure of solitude to the young girl and the old oak. Her grey eyes shined with a glimmer of tears but her cheeks remained dry. She would not cry, she would not be weak again. The mantra helped, but the story she continued to tell clearly troubled her a great deal.

“They could not bribe the incorruptible, so they took away his wife and daughter. The former died when she put up a fight, the latter now wishes she had done the same. The evildoers where found, but before justice was served, the retainers had turned on their masters and took off their heads. The Ninja who came sunk their blades into the hearts of the traitors, killing all, all, but two”. The child jumped off the tree, the air rushing beside her disorganized locks of night black hair. This moment of invigoration continued for about a second until the girl came to fall unceremoniously on her posterior.

Grumbled and colorful words of various parental denunciations communicated her short but acute painful discomfort, but the pain was soon gone, leaving only the girl and her unfinished story.

Risako did not know exactly how many days had passed since she had arrived to the ninja village. She had not wanted to come, had even tried to escape, if you could call one long look at the sharp blades of the warriors around these parts an attempt. Fine, she had not tried some moonless track across the mountainside, she had thought about it, but decided that discretion was the better part of valor. In other words, she was a coward, or better put, a living coward. Risako had seen plenty of dead cowards, and even a living coward had to acknowledge that the bravely dead usually had prettier ends then a humiliating ceremonial decapitation.

Looking ahead, she noticed that the class she had decided to attend had finally gathered. Risako grumbled, but she could hardly say no after that delightful sales pitch from one of the ninja assigned to recent arrivals (“class, orders, no questions, shoo!”). Some of the other students had clustered around what Risako assumed would ether teach them or shoo them to someone who would. Rather than announce her presence, Risako decided to quietly slip into the ranks and wait for the lesson proper to start. It could not hurt learn a few things from her lords and masters.
The memory of sharp gleaming blades suggested that her optimism might be misplaced.

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[Hakiri Tadaomi]

Tadaomi was looking forward to today's class. One of the legendary Sennin, those incredible existences that were the target of so many's ambitions. Either to surpass or to help, they were the stars above every single academy student. The young Kyoujouran wasn't sure exactly how much respect he'd give to one who was a Med-Nin, although he sure appreciated all of the times they'd fixed up his battered body. It simply wasn't the path he was going to take after all. ANBU on the other hand...a touch more interesting to him.

But regardless of whether or not he wanted to follow in Tsuyoshi's footsteps or not, he had to admit the man was a powerhouse. That much was clear just from the stories that surrounded him. When Tadaomi arrived at the training field there were a few other students there, and a tall, heavily muscled man who looked as cold as the morning wind. Is he really a med-nin? That build and attitude were something he associated with ANBU, and seeing it on the Sennin was a bigger shock than he'd anticipated. Not that he tried to give that away-

But he was still a child after all, and slight trepidation on his face was clear to anyone better versed in body language than he. If he were older, and more aware of himself, he might have realized he was projecting a bit as well but...

What else was a child going to do when he came into contact with one of the greatest heroes he'd ever heard of? Not read into meaningless gestures and actions?

Stiffening his spine as much as he could, he approached the young man and bowed deeply. “Good morning, Sensei. Hakiri Tadaomi, present,” he said in a low voice before he took a step back and closed his eyes to wait. There were plenty of people around he could keep track of with tremor sense, and any time he was waiting was a good time to train. The cold didn't seem to bother him either as he began to wait, resting in clothing more thin than usual for Cloud.

His closed eyes also concealed the gleam in them. Just how good was this Sennin after all? Did the legends do him justice? Was he a goal to reach or not after all? Hopefully he could find out today. Along with whatever else Tsuyoshi would teach them, he was hoping to find that out as well.

WC: 410 | Post: 1/5

 

[Azura Iza]

Iza walked around, confused as to where to go. When she asked a member of the Tsuyoshi Clan, the clan that took her in after she made it to the Gates, about an academy school, they pointed her in some random direction. It was a wonderful that she even made it to the right place. Why does she know that she's at the right place? Well, there are about six other students here, roaming around, doing there own thing, along with a man that stood nearby that she can only think of as the teacher. She sat down on the cold dirt, away from everyone.
She rubbed her hands together, trying to get warmth as she is not used to this type of cold weather. She knew nothing of these people, and yet they took her in. And yet they knew all about her when she told them and they didn't even bat an eye. They let her come in even though she was the only survivor of her family. And that she stopped holding her family's honor since she found out about their deaths.
Iza decided it was best not to talk to anyone. She now hates the attention if anyone so much as looks at her, she might scream.
WC: 211

 

[Kotoko]

Kotoko woke up to the sound of rain drops, Kotoko ventured out of the forest, with her hood still pulled tightly over her alabaster hair. She gave the woodland a backwards glance as the wind caressed her cheeks, and created a harmonious melody as it rustled the leaves. It seemed as though the forest was wishing her luck, on her first day to class. The dawning sun was seated highly on it's throne, and it casted it's divine light upon all creation that sought for it's comforting embrace. Kotoko blinked against the harsh brilliance, and raised a hand to cover her irritated eyes.

-First Person-

I am like, so, excited, for this first class ever. This is going to be super lit, and I am going to be the best student he has ever had. I mean, I don't think it would be that hard to impress some medical ninja, he probably chose this occupation because he wasn't a really good ninja. Like the last thing I would wanna be doing is taking care of injuries. It is literally so gross, so unsanitary and I would totally puke. Like I genuinely think it would be a waste of time, I could be some champion of justice, not some lousy caretaker. Besides, I have some greater mission to avenge my dead parents. I guess I'll just have to let Amaterasu Omikami sama take the wheel, and let life flow on it's own pace.

I was literally shook when I approached the training grounds. Like I kid you not, the place was so stunning. It was so amazing, but it was freezing. Girl, this robe is really not enough for me. I started coughing as the scent of the herbal cig travelled. Looking across the training grounds, nobody seemed to be particularily amusing, they all seemed like babies. I rolled my eyes as I scanned each person. This is going to be some boring class.

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[Takamura Natsumi]

The basics of a shinobi had to be mastered before the more difficult and technical abilities could be done. Sure, the class with that dog loving instructor had been a hell of a lot of fun, but she'd felt... disconnected. Lacking somehow with that stupid bitch Shizuka and even that troubled kid, Shimamura, and their ability to just... conjure fire and wood and stuff like magic and make it look so easy and natural and like she should have been already able to do it too.

Naturally, Natsumi wouldn't take that shit lying down and decided to do something about it. She wouldn't care (much) about being found out she was going to what was probably considered the baby class. She would face herself toward the goal, the true goal, and that was to learn more about what was special and unique and cool about the secrets in her own chakra just waiting to be unlocked and explored. So when the news of said class' schedule arrived and the materials being gone over, she'd hurriedly signed up and spent the time waiting practically vibrating off whatever seat she'd been perched on at the time.

The day arrived and Natsumi hurriedly ran a comb through hair that was steadily transitioning from sleek and silky to a kind of annoying thickness that made it harder to drag a brush quickly through it. Her mother called it 'puberty', and Natsumi retorted that it was a pain in the ass. She'd been forced to apologize and bite the soap for that bit of opinion.

She vowed to learn how to be faster and thus not get caught in the future.

One familiar face in the crowd and she nodded to the brunette. Good to see her back and giving it a shot again, meant she hadn't given up after all and was determined to make something of herself. After all, if she really didn't want to do the whole shinobi thing, and what a crazy person she'd be not to; an oath given and then she had freedom beyond compare in exchange for some possibly rough work, she could... well, Natsumi didn't really know what else was out there other than shinobi as an occupation and ideal career goal.

She could get married, maybe? Live a happy, boring life as a wife to someone. That seemed to be what some people wanted. Maybe open up a shop and make money that way? That married thing was what her parents definitely wanted from her, and Natsumi planned to put that idea out of their heads as soon as she possibly could.

Big sword guy caught her eye. Man, he looked rough compared to the girls and the other boy there. He was taller than a lot of them too! And dressed more like she imagined a fantasy whatwasit... a knight? as called in the fairy-tales in her bookshelves would. Or something like that. She nodded to him too, liked his silent and serious dedication toward the lessons. And liked that she finally found someone only a couple inches shorter than she was instead of the nearly half a foot or more that usually happened.

Didn't like the closely related looking faces of two of them. Not identical but definitely a resemblance. Siblings, maybe? She thought siblings looked similar but... A bit of unease at their close resemblance touched off a recurring whisper in her brain that'd occurred ever since her journey in Tea Country.

She didn't really resemble either of her parents. Both of them dark skinned, grey-blue eyed, and with thick, curly hair-- blonde for her mother, and dark brown for her father-- and rather average, if not short, in height. Neither of them were particularly athletic or showed any aptitude for such either. Her mother's health wasn't ever very good, prone to illness and fatigue, and her father more ran to fat. Or, as he called it, 'having a merchant's badge of success.'

Stupid, they're your family. Your parents. They have pictures of you as an infant shortly after birth and growing up as a baby. You just resemble a great great grandparent, that's all. She scolded herself. Swallowed hard and felt her ears flatten against her skull. Maybe... maybe now that the whole puberty thing was maybe happening, she'd resemble her family more when it was done and over with?

"Takamura Natsumi." She stated her name and fell back into place close-ish to Asami. Might as well stick closer to who she knew in case there was a partnering up that was going to have to happen.

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WC: 774
Post: 1/5

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

One by one, academy students began to show as the sky above bursted with bright orange and red colors. The sun slowly woke and kissed the world with its light, blessing the scenery with beauty. Birds chirped in the distance as some also floated high in the sky, outstretching their wings to possibly find the worms the early birds deserved. Overall, this was a moment even a person who didn’t enjoy outdoors as much . . . would smile.

The class composed of six girls and three boys, odds Junko would’ve surely loved back in his youth. Just upon observing them through introduction or lack of introduction, the way they moved, and how they dressed, Junko could tell they all came from different backgrounds with different stories to tell. A solid bunch, some more enthusiastic than others, but that was expected.

Of the the bunch, Ryuzaki . . . No . . . Ryoko thought she was late, but Junko paid it no mind. That was the reason he started so early. So even if one was “late”, they’d still be on time. After receiving a few Goodmornings and coughs in the back, Junko figured it was time to get things started. Outing his herbal cig for the weak lunged, Junko would then put it away before speaking.

”Goodmorning to you all as well and yes my morning has been going well. I hope everyone’s morning is going well. If not, oh well . . . Continue to press on.” Junko said with a nod. ”My name is Tsuyoshi Junko, Medical sennin of Kumogakure, father of Rintaro and Yutaro. They’re the other set of twins in the academy. You’ll meet them soon enough.” Junko said with a smirk. He wasn’t going to flip out his wallet to have them gaze at his kids or brag about who he was or anything. He was here to teach the basics and that’s what the sennin was going to do. ”Have these basics I’m going to teach you and you all will go far. I’ve taught many. One of my students fought in the tournament in tea country, One is running chuunin exams, and many are taking chuunin exams. So . . . I must be doing something right.” Junko said with a shrug.
”Don’t worry about the advance stuff yet. Keep in mind that advance techniques are only tweaked basics. So, crawl before you walk and walk before you run.” Junko said before outstretching his hand with the white square papers.

”If you haven’t introduced yourself, do so now. One by one, come up and take a paper and if you don’t have a weapon . . . “ Junko said before reaching down to open the large chest. ”Choose your weapon that you see yourself fighting with. Something that fits you. This weapon will be yours to keep. If you prefer the bloody knuckles. The “my hands are my weapons route”. Go for it.”

”Long as you’re accurate with your weapon or grow to be accurate with it . . . that’s all that matters to me. You can be as powerful as you want, but if you can’t hit your target, what good is the power?”

WC: 203 + 536 = 739
Mft

OOC: If you have a weapon, still post the creation of that weapon. Don’t worry about augment slots right now, leave those empty.

Weapon Creation Rules: Here

Spoiler

Example weapon:

Weapon Description: Focusing on versatility and sneak attacks, Junko's bare hands become lethal weapons meant for destruction.
Weapon type: Bare Hands
Damage Type: Unarmed
Weapon Effect: Hand-Signs
Augment 1:
Augment 2:
Augment 3:
Accuracy: +2Accuracy / Damage: -10% Damage

 

[Ryuzaki Yamamoto]

Ryu was surprised to see the number of students who showed up for such an early class. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the morning breeze, after all. Above all, he was most surprised to see his sister make it in time. He reckoned his little stalling technique was not good enough to make her late. He gave her a naughty grin as she entered the grounds and then turned away, never to look back at her again unless it was necessary. But then came the hulking figure, with an even bigger sword hanging behind him. Despite his senses telling him not to stare at him, the curious nine-year-old couldn’t help but take occasional peeks at the boy resting against the tree.

The rest of the students weren’t as intimidating as the first, but they surely didn’t seem friendly either. The longer they waited, the more tense the air became. Finally, the sensei broke the silence and Ryu’s tense shoulders slumped, relaxing visibly. The class hasn’t even begun, but Ryu had already learnt an important lesson: he had to work his butt off if he hoped to compete with students like the ones around him.

Things took a turn towards a lighter mood when the sensei introduced himself, and informed them that there was another pair of twins in the academy and that he was their father. Ryu’s curiosity was piqued; firstly he was excited at the prospect of meeting other twins. But more importantly, he had heard about the Medical Sennin of Kumogakure from his father, and couldn’t believe that they were going to be taught the basics by such a powerful and great shinobi. And with that, Ryuzaki got even more excited about the class than he was before.

Once Junko sensei had finished giving the instructions, Ryu eagerly jumped at the opportunity and approached the chest first. He figured if he went first, he would be able to try everything out and pick the best one. He took one paper from the pile, put it inside his pocket carefully, and then began shuffling into the chest. The boy took his own sweet time trying out every weapon, not really caring about the others who might be waiting for him to move on. Finally, after almost three whole minutes of contemplation, Ryu made a decision. He picked up the black Wakizashi. He was never going to pick something that was ranged; he liked things up close and personal. With his speed, he hoped to get in, deal damage, and get out, as quickly and quietly as possible.

Ryu unsheathed the Wakizashi, gave it a few swings safely away from everyone to check if the balance is right, and then stepped away from the chest, sheathing his weapon. “I choose the Wakizashi, sensei. Thank you!” he said with a smile.​

WC: 473 | Post: 2/5​

Spoiler

Eclipse

Weapon Type: Wakizashi
Weapon Description: A traditional Japanese short curved blade that is used for precision strikes. While this blade is not beginner-friendly, considering its low damage output, it is still a deadly weapon in the hands of a trained shinobi who can hit their opponent's vitals quickly and accurately.
Damage Type: Slashing
Weapon Effect: Bleeding
Accuracy Modifier: +2 Accuracy
Damage Modifier: -10% Damage
Augment 1: N/A
Augment 2: N/A
Augment 3: N/A

 

[Hakiri Tadaomi]

It took a little bit before things got started, but Tadaomi kept his eyes closed the entire time. Feeling each person shifting and moving still took some concentration for him, but this was a good opportunity for him. The only time he might have opened his eyes was when Takamura showed up. The girl was another student like him, but he hadn't expected to run into her at this class. After a few moments though he simply shrugged and refocused his attention back on the earth around him. It was a momentary spark of interest that ran through him, nothing more. He was here to pay attention to one of the Sennin after all, not think about the other academy students.

And eventually the man began the lesson. Tadaomi's eyes opened, watching the man do a bit of bragging. Funnily though, he wasn't over the top with it...actually he was quite reserved. Huh. After that he paid more attention to the ideas the Sennin was talking about. Paying attention to the basics? A good start, but hopefully he'd be able to tell them more than that...

But then he smiled. Accuracy huh? The Sennin sure was right about that. The heaviest punch was useless if you couldn't get it to connect with the other guy, and even thick armor could be worn down if you couldn't avoid damage. Even though his clan focused on power, the very first thing they emphasized was that it had to connect to do you any good.

With that thought, the small boy walked and took a piece of paper, but backed away from the box filled with weapons. He gave a faint smile and nodded at the Sennin, “My fists are my weapons.” Really now, how amusing that he'd gotten that right in one go? There weren't a ton of Shinobi that focused exclusively on their fists, but Tadaomi sure was. Since he wasn't picking up or showing off any swords or spears, he simply took a step back and waited for everyone else to be done.

WC: 343 | Total: 753
Post: 2/5

Spoiler

Weapon Description: Swift but still with enough power to hurt, Tadaomi's fists are his weapon of choice to destroy his enemies.
Weapon type: Bare Hands 
Damage Type: Unarmed
Weapon Effect: Hand-Signs
Augment 1: 
Augment 2: 
Augment 3: 
Accuracy: +1 Accuracy / Damage: -5% Damage

 

[Kutosu Enno]

The frequent sounds of clashing steel and shouting ninja was going to take some getting used to. Coming from what equated to a quiet country life, the young shinobi recruit wasn't given much of a choice for his change of lifestyle. He wasn't given much time to adjust, either; it was only his second day in Kumogakure, and Enno had been "recommended" to a classroom that was focusing on the bare bones of his new life. The basics, paramount to any task of true value. Memories of his parents teaching the ways of the loom, and the methods to forming a strong fiber so that the resulting cloth would be sturdy, came flooding back as he walked down the hallways. The fabric on the new training garb wasn't quite soft enough for the budding tailor's liking, and it didn't sit quite right on his small frame, but it was just another thing to get used to.

It was far too loud here.

It felt like every step he took, there was some kind of sound. Metal striking wood, metal striking metal, these were not sounds one heard on the outskirts of a country. At one point, a kunai flew through a slightly open doorway and past the confused ninjaling's head. Enno froze in place for only a brief moment to make sure more weren't coming before continuing past. He had been told by an administrator that the class could be in session by the time he got there, and that the instructor wouldn't appreciate lateness. He couldn't blame them, lateness was inappropriate in the majority of cases. Enno's would have to be the exception. Upon approaching the classroom, the buzz of clashing steel waned ever so slightly, but words replaced them. What must have been the instructor could be heard directing the class to introduce themselves, grab some kind of paper, and -- as the boy entered the room -- make a mention of weapons as well.

"Sorry. First day, got sent here. Kutosu Enno." The pale kid with messy brown hair walked quietly into the room and up to the front to grab a piece of paper, then moved toward the back. Not much time or attention was spent on the other students, or even taking in who was teaching the class. Enno was here to survive, and little more. That said, his current... "weapon..." may not have been the most practical, but needles and thread were all he knew, and he'd spent the most of last night stringing together a chain of them just in case. It was time to see if the young boy could aim. With no practice, it was unlikely.
[spoilername="Weapon Creation"]Milliner LinkWeapon Description: A crude amalgamation of string and needles, the Milliner Link is a testament to a past life. Think Jacob's Ladder meets needlepoint, with a large, sharp milliner needle at the end. Difficult to use.
Weapon type: Ranged
Damage Type: Projectile
Weapon Effect: +3% Called Shot chance
Augment 1:
Augment 2:
Augment 3:
Accuracy -1 / Damage +5%[/spoilername]
WC: 443, Post: 1/5, MFT
OOC: Kinda rushed to get the post in before sleep, and so I didn't miss another round. Hi! Edited to add a little physical description, wasn't pleased with a lack of it after submitting.

 

[Ryoko Yamamoto]

Upon introducing herself, Ryo slowly inched forward towards the teacher, hoping it'd mean she could be in the front like less distance would help her absorb the knowledge better. The girl was definitely an eager one. She chewed on her lower lip, casting a dirty look in response to her brother's grin and then she turned away haughtily. She tapped her foot impatiently, as students pooled behind her. With a quick glance back she confirmed the presence of others. At least Ryuk's plan had been foiled, despite trying to get her to join everyone late. From the growing numbers after her arrival, she could assume she wasn't going to be in any trouble.

She chanced another glance behind her, the group seemed to be about a dozen people, give or take. She scanned her classmates, the girl with long hair just like Ryo's and then the boy with the giant sword who looked quite unnerving, both of them looked older than the dragon twins. Another tiny dark-haired girl this time with short hair and a fringe... Did she look... sad? Maybe it was just a more... thoughtful face or something Ryo couldn't really tell nor did she have the time or inkling to analyze everyone... So she turned back to face the teacher since the class was outdoors, maybe the students would get a chance to interact and practice together, she'll learn more about them then.

The teacher introduced himself, her eyes brightened considerably when he mentioned he was a Sennin. She was lucky to meet one in her very first class, dewy-eyed, she latched onto every word, making it a point to talk to him later and find out more about his twins too... It'd be fun to get to know them, see if they were rivals too, or if they had a better relationship. She'd already introduced herself, well to the teacher anyway, so she leaped towards the chest, annoyed that Ryuk beat her to it, he picked the Wakizashi, if nothing else than just to the range advantage over her own twin, with a smirk and a scoff she picked out a Katana. With that, she stepped back a little and waited for further instructions.​

WC: 888
Post: 2/5​

 

[Harou]

The algid morning was suddenly awoken with the rise of the sun, pure scattering light, and its orange hue ambitiously illuminating each crevice of the land. The birds singing seemed to complete the scenery as Gattsu sighed heavily, apparently it was time to begin class. The silhouette of his shadow slowly came to being, the sun illuminating the land as he equated his darkness taking form in a large shape on the ground. He came off the tree he was leaning on, kicking his toe on the ground behind him to clear off the dust that had tracked his way onto his boots. He gave one more meaningful look to the rising sun and skies as he mentally prepared himself for the day’s lesson. He would hopefully learn something useful in this class, he was always looking to improve despite his seemingly lack of motivation.

He took notice of the entering students, quite a large class, making an introvert such as himself slightly uncomfortable. He had already met the twins and the famously absent girl though he hardly recognized the other children. The first he took notice off was a rather normal looking girl, which was of course odd considering she looked to be a much healthier weight and height than most their age. Perhaps she was born into a decent family he thought. Next would be what seemed to be an extremely small boy, it must be difficult being so small he thought. Another girl arrived, she seemed cold attempting to warm herself up with her hand. Gattsu thought it was odd, most in Cloud should have already acclimated to the arctic temperatures. Another girl arrived, seemingly loss in thought. She didn’t seem particularly interesting and the moment she arrived, she was already considered a lost cause to the rather judgmental boy.

One girl in particular caught his eyes. “The hell…” he thought to himself. “Is that a cat? A human? A human cat?” he argued in his own thoughts. He had never witnessed such a strange looking person, he had heard rumors of course of such people existing but his life was limited to the mountain tops of Monumentum Deo and now the Academy and as such he had little experience in meeting such kinds of people. She wasn’t ugly by any means, quite pretty in fact though a strange curious feeling of wanting to feel if her earrings were like felines or felt different suddenly surged in him. He realized he was intently watching the girl with curiosity and averted his gaze to avoid awkwardness, he wasn’t usually the type to take interest in others anyway, mild curiosity overtook him for a moment. She seemed to gravitate towards the famous absentee. Many females this time around apparently, odd gender ratio class.

Listening to the instructor’s speech, he watched as the rest of the class went about their way to pick up weapons and the paper as instructed. He already had his Claymore on his back so he simply went to grab the paper instead and returned to his isolated spot away from the class, obviously avoiding getting close to others. He was truly the epitome of an introvert.

Claymore: The sword itself is ridiculously large. It is a claymore that is normally awkward for an adult, much less a teenager like Gattsu to handle. Having grown up wielding adult blades that towered him, Gattsu has no issues holding the large blade and using it effectively and fiercely in combat with dexterity unforeseen in such a large blade. The blade itself is larger than Gattsu.

Weapon Damage Type:</I> Slashing + Bleeding
Damage Modifier: +10%
Accuracy Modifier: -2
Augmentations: Vampiric

Approval:<I> Weapon Creation Approval

Word Count: 531+504=1035/1500|Post: 2/5

 

[Saotome Asami]

She wasn’t the last to arrive, which was a pleasant change from her previous classes. In came a beast of a boy that was hard to miss – she rarely saw students that embraced the shinobi life as much as he had. A young girl that looked how she felt. A trio of younger students, all unfamiliar to her, and Natsumi – the closest she had to a friend in the class, though that wasn’t saying much. The acknowledgement was a small comfort to her, and prompted a familiar smile and a nod.

The class began with a little speech. If Asami had known the man was a Sennin, she didn’t let it show. Fortunately, her default demeanour was one of respect. The admiration that followed shortly after was in part from his rank, but mostly because the man appeared to be perfectly sane. Between false assassination ‘tests’, being drugged and forced to weather storms, and watching her peers be forced into submission, having a teacher that kept things simple was all too refreshing. Another thing worth smiling about, she told herself. Her next thought was how concerning it was that a ‘normal’ class was so rare it almost excited her.

There was nothing she could do about that – yet. For the moment, she needed to follow instructions, and perhaps earn the favour of a capable shinobi. The mention of advanced techniques had her raise an eyebrow. The age ranges varied amongst her classmates, and she found herself wondering how many of them had shown promise. Asami had already picked up a few ‘tricks’, and she knew Natsumi could survive in the wild well enough, but otherwise… She might just be able to impress somebody with her talent. Or become the class show-off.

That would matter later. Weapons training was up first, and anything regarding taijutsu was far from her strong point. Going out of one’s way to avoid any violent classes tended to cause that. She could take a guess at what the paper was for, at least; she’d been in the academy long enough to toy with ninjutsu. She allowed a few of her peers to step forward before she did, giving a small bow and a smile to her peers and the Sennin.

“Good morning. I’m Saotome Asami, and if it’s alright…” She gave the chest a brief look, as if she didn’t already have her choice. “I will stick with what I have. It works well with my current skills.” She withdrew one of the weapons from her pocket as she spoke. It was, in essence, a shuriken, but one that was almost ridiculously impractical. A normal star would hold work just as well as her oddly-shaped variant, but few could claim that it didn’t suit her. Between the long hair and a face that was clearly taken care of, was it any surprise that she chose a ranged weapon? Anything that required her to get up close and personal would ruin her hard work! Assuming the man didn’t forbid use of her ‘special’ weapon, she retrieved a paper and moved to re-join the group.

Weapon Description: A 'luxury' projectile, crafted by Asami's father and given to her as a 'recuitment gift'. Despite its unorthodox shape, it is just dangerous as a typical throwing star.
Weapon type: Shuriken
Damage Type: Thrown
Weapon Effect: Retained ability to use handseals with weapon equipped.
Augment 1:
Augment 2:
Augment 3: (Locked until B-rank)
Accuracy: +2 / Damage: -10%

 

[Azura Iza]

Iza realized her mistake of waiting. As the others flashed their mighty cool weapons and whatnot. She, on the other hand, was a rather boring person as she thinks of.
Iza walked up to the chest and started searching, then she found it. It was a staff, but it reminded her so much of home.
It even felt warm. She smiled for a brief second but then remembered that everyone else was staring at her. She let out a small eep. And rushed over to grab a piece of paper and ran over to hide behind a tree.
She was only then aware of what the teacher said. He was a Sennin. It kind of amazed her that someone of that power is just handing weapon out like it is nothing.
She peeked her head from around the tree to see if anyone was looking. She then decided to just stay there.
(Weapon creation:
The sand staff
Damage type: bludgeoning
Weapon effect: suppression
Augment 1:
Augment 2:
Augment 3:
Accuracy: +2 damage -10%)
Word count: 363

 

[Takamura Natsumi]

Red and orange streaked across the sky in a fiery display of color. Dawn breaking in spite of the cooler temperatures and Natsumi's eyes followed a cloud as its underbelly went from dark to a gold not terribly far from her own eye color. Frowned at it. And shook her head to clear away further troubled thoughts. She had to stay busy or else she'd start thinking too much. And thinking too much put her in one hell of a bad mood and she just didn't need to be in one when there was no annoying Senju to ruin her day this time.

Stupid idiot know it alls who thought they were hot shit and threw baseless threats and accusations around like shuriken to a target in front of her. Apparently the snowball to the jaw hadn't quite settled her grudge; something she'd not known about herself until that moment and took into consideration.

Asami apparently recognized her, offering a friendly smile in her direction in acknowledgement and her ears pricked forward happily in return. Good! The uncertainty and defeatist look on the other girl's face wasn't there anymore and she seemed a lot more at ease in this class.

Maybe, Natsumi thought with a glance toward the rest of the students and the instructor, it was due to the man's teaching style and a smaller class? Or, the petty part of her whispered, it was because no one else really knew her or had been in that other class, and thus couldn't treat her like a feeble child instead of a budding shinobi.

Time would tell, and for the moment, she needed to focus on the lessons being taught right now and then start being a nosy busybody later. When she had free time to plot and scheme like a proper ninja in training. Twins? Expressive ears flicked back in uncertainty. Was that what those two closely resembled kids were? Part of her was disappointed; no cool and flashy techniques being shown off to show them what the basics would lead to, but the practicality in his voice and lecture was enough to, for the moment, satisfy the young woman.

A large chest opened, revealing weapons of multiple makes and types the likes of which she'd never seen before or had only seen written in books. Some immediately lunged forward, gleefully grabbing a weapon or item of their choosing, already well versed in what they wanted to master as an extension of themselves. She studied her hands, knew the claws tipping the fingers matched the ones on her feet and were weapons in their own right if she'd choose to utilize them as such. A natural weapon, one might even call them, like her fangs.

But were they enough when combined with hand to hand combat? For that matter, what kind of weapon was an extension of herself? What kind of weapon did she see herself as if she closed her eyes and thought about it? For the first time she could remember, Natsumi... didn't feel at all at ease or confident in making any kind of decision or call. Lingered back until the majority chose their weapons-- even Asami had a vision of herself in mind with that shuriken of hers.

A prickle along her spine warned her of being watched and she jerked back to attention. Eyes narrowed, ears flicked back, she looked for who might be staring a little too intently in her direction. If it was her retainer? Ooh, he was gonna get it and get it hard the moment she got good enough to take him on and take him out.

Nope, it was the tall boy she'd seen earlier. Caught him as he looked hastily away and narrowed her eyes in return. Two could play at that game, Mister Sneaky-Peek.

She strode forward, chin lifted and eyes set in defiant determination, and scooped up an odd looking weapon from the chest; a pair of long metal chains weighted on one end with a heavier metal ring, and held a deadly looking spike on the opposite side of said chain. Kinda resembled a sickle-on-a-chain but different; and she was good at being different without wanting to be. A paper was taken with an expression of utmost gravity and seriousness; there could be no hesitation, no doubt; she had to be a shinobi no matter what!

With that, she stepped back into line. The smooth metal shafts of the spike in each hand and the chains neatly coiled up with the rings looped about her wrists like odd bracelets.

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WC: 778/1,552
Post: 2/5

Spoiler

Talon
A pair of long, sharpened spikes a yard in length apiece connected by a six foot chain and weighed metal loop. Capable of piercing flesh and dragging their target closer or utilizing the chain as a binding or trip to maintain distance.
Type: Piercing (+5% to called shots)
Accuracy Mod: +2
Damage Mod: -10%
Augments
-
-
-

 

[Hashiwa Risako]

"Hashiwa Risako", announced the owner of the aforementioned name, with little indication of her earlier reluctance to speak out loud among the aspiring members of this cutthroat youth club. A certain degree of pride seeped into her family's name of its own accord, but Risako felt no need to back down, she felt pride in the name, despite all of the crimes and failures now attached to it. Her family had been stupid and had paid the price of trusting in Ninja, but at the same time, heir surname was the last remaining part of her old identity, that separated her from those who willingly embarked on a life of lies and shadows.

The stubborn girl tried to ignore the other members of her class, otherwise termed as "evil spawned freaks" in her mind, but she couldn't contain her curiosity and her fear. Who would be malleable for a mutually beneficial partnership? Who was, even at this point of early training, too powerful to be counted upon? Who was the most likely to have come from Ninja families and thus have treachery running strongly in their veins? Who where the have-nots and who were the haves? Who was a prisoner and who was a jailer?

"Whenever you enter a new situation, think of everyone and everything as tools forged for your own survival. A tool can never be your enemy, only the way you wield the tool can turn it against you. Forget your perceptions and petty opinions, for you will find no use for them out here in the wilderness".

The memory sprung into her head, that man, even after selling her, remained her teacher. His words, though spoken with the lips of deceit, where the only wisdom she could fall back on in these uncertain times. Her family was dead, they had failed to survive, and therefore, their wisdom was worthless. That man had taught her to make her less of a burden on their travels, and then he sold her to increase the likelihood of his own survival. Selfish motives guided his path, and thus, he still lived. His lessons and words were therefore acceptable guidelines. Grudgingly, Risako repeated the ever so useful breathing exercise, letting go of ego and her preconceptions, focusing instead only on what was needed in the here and now to maintain her path towards the power she so desperately craved. With her thoughts settled, Risako joined her fellow human weapons amongst their inanimate cousins.

The weapons revealed by the medical sissy-nin whats its name assigned to their education had quickly disappeared as the other students snatched them away, or otherwise trusted in arms already at their disposal. Risako knew little about weapons beyond what that man had taught her, but she none the less pretended to browse and balance the various weapons as the others chose their tools, concealing the shuriken already in her possession. Finally, her hands fell on an old Kunai, similar to what that man gave her for training purposes. The weapon was slightly longer than most kunai and had an enlarged ring which practically ruined any potential use as a throwing weapon. While one of the students chose a ranged weapon, similar to Risako's own preference, most had chosen otherwise, and Risako didn't want to get caught up in close quarters with Ser Big Swat, the Sunny Smiles Siblings, The Prim Reaper, or Man O Man Fisto, without some kind of melee weapon to fall back on.

Grabbing the offered peice of mystery paper, Risako's eyes returned to the alluring dark gleam of the blade, bringing a smile to her face. A quick spin of the weapon proved her suspicions, the enlarged ring would allow her to quickly move the blade to her thumb and switch to an unarmed strike, or even use hand seals to produce one of the few techniques she had learned, just like the one she trained with. "This is my choice, what do we get to kill?" She asked, her lips still edged in a grinning posture, seemilngly communicating a humorious intent, but in realty, both serious and eager to turn the final page of the life of the victim and begin a chapter in the way of the perpetrator.

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Weapons 1: (Approved) Dojo
Name: Old Training Kunai with Enlarged Holding Ring
Risako uses the enlarged ring of this old training Kunai to quickly transfer it to her thumb, and thus allow the use of unarmed attacks and hand seals.
Damage Type: Unarmed/Piercing (Trick weapon) + Handseals
Damage Modifiers: +5%
Accuracy Modifiers: -1
Augment 1: Purchase Trick weapon

Weapons 2: (Approved) Dojo
Name: Shuriken (multiple)
Damage Type: Thrown + Supression (+ 5% supression chance anchor boost)
Damage Modifiers: -10%
Accuracy Modifiers: +2 (+1 anchor boost) = 3
Augment 1: Purchase Anchor Boost

Word count: 705, class post 2