The Meeting of the Midnight Society [Class/Open]

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

What was he doing here? That's a question on everyones mind, as he sat in a dimly lit classroom in the middle of the night. Besides half the teachers dieing in the cabal invasion, he wasn't technically property anymore of Sunagakure, being employed by a third party of unscrupulousness. So, his reason for being here? He had hoped to teach his brother. Many moons ago, he slaughtered his whole clan, and left his brother the only one alive. The kid swore vengeance upon him with the same breath he cursed Homura in, and he deserved it rightly. However, when all was said and done, Homura visited him while he recovered at the hospital and he didn't remember anything, who he was, anything. The trauma was so great, his mind erased itself to protect his sanity. So, after some time he heard the boy was released to a home well known for turning out ninjas. One of the best avenues for soldiers came in the form of orphanages, which people don't really realize. Kids with no mom or dad, taking up the business of killing out of the feeling of not having another better option.

At any rate, the class was set up. He had sent letters, scented in lavender, to his students and one to his brother. It wasn't the first time he had done so, and yet no show, they were scented because he liked the scent at the time, and was purely a cosmetic decision. The letters themselves would be a simple 'you have been accepted into the academy, your first class will take place at midnight' with a room number, the lights in the hallway purposefully dimmed. It also mentioned the kids should wear pajamas, as it would be an all night affair. The actual class was emptied out, a few desks placed in a semi circle around one more comfortable one. He was sitting in that chair, in a sharp black pinstripe suit with a red tie, his hair in a big ponytail with a sword leaning against the arm of the chair next to him. He never left home without his weapon.

"Come, sit..."

He'd beckon them into the chairs as they entered, this night would be fun.

 

[Kazumi]

The faint tapping sound of dress shoes echoed down the otherwise deserted hallways of the academy. She had been to the building before, a few times in fact but only on visitation and those were all during the day. At night it seemed... eerie. No sound of metal clashing off in the distance. No explosions heard below or of general life and activity that infused the academy with its essence. It was just... silent.

The young girl rounded one corner as she held a small piece of paper with the room's number hastily scrawled on it, checking and rechecking each number that labeled the rooms as if they might suddenly change a moment after she stepped past them. She was not dressed as the letter had indicated, her father's idea. Instead she dressed in what would have been a typical school uniform for the larger cities in the north where her family came from: A knee length black skirt with a matching black vest, a long sleeved white shirt accented with a tie that matched the color of her red irises.

She suddenly stopped in front of one of the classroom doors. Again she referenced the piece of paper and let off a small sigh of relief as they matched. She picked herself up a little straighter and stuffed the paper into the small black school pack she carried with the other before smoothing out her skirt. Another slow breath of confidence urged her to reach out and slide the door open in one quick motion. The door slid a little too smoothly and it let out s rather loud crack sound as it bounced against the frame which kept it in place.

Yumi froze a moment as the sound momentarily echoed through the barren halls. A few seconds passed before she regained herself and quickly slid herself into the classroom, sliding the door shut with much more care than she had opened it. When she turned back around she was slightly surprised to find that she was the first to arrive. The first aside from the suited man which sat in the middle. Suddenly a wave of relief washed over her as the fear of following her father's advice of disregarding the absurd notion of wearing a sleeping outfit to school faded away at the sight of his proper dress.

Silently she gave the man a respectful bow as both her hands clasped the handle of her pack. She then took quick steps to take the desk that was nearest to the middle of the semi-circle. Setting her pack down beside it she pulled her chair out and gingerly sat down in it, working to scoot the chair into the desk with as little of the grating 'chair leg on ground' sound as possible.

 

[Tori]

Henzaki Daichi stepped through the hallway as lightly as she was able. Part of her did not want to disturb the dark in any fashion. She really didn't know why either. Therefore she looked a little more suspect than usual. The youth actually wandered along in her pajamas, although she managed to sneak away with a little sleep a few hours prior. Her normal clothes probably would have worked, but the day wasn't so kind on them.

The student froze for a moment, a creaking sound emanated out ahead. Maybe that was the room? The thought of progress caused her to toss aside her earlier caution and Dai scurried across the floor and stopped at the offending door. She gave the number a once over before glancing at her notepad. Yep this was the door. Her hands grabbed the door with both hands and slid it open, leaning against it lightly so she could peek inside.

Daichi would receive enough encouragement through the teacher's gesturing and quickly slipped inside. The door got some rough treatment while being closed, but nothing damaging. She might have appeared out of place, being the only sucker with solid dark blue Pjs. Regardless, the girl darted to an empty seat, pretty energetic when you consider the hour.

 

[Amagi Saieko]

Saieko smirked as she read the letter that was dropped off at her masters dojo. As she stood there eyeing the paper reading it thoroughly. She kinda coughed a bit the letter smelled like someone had been playing around with perfume. On the letter it said she had been accepted into the academy and to come at midnight ….. and in Pj’s ….this was rather odd to see this. Coupled with the smell of the thing she confirmed that either there teacher was a creeper or into small children or was just trying to seem welcoming. She let out a long drawn out sigh and went into the house and put on her usual black leather pants and she put her blouse on with the white undershirt and took her trusty wooden training sword just in case. Sending chakra to her feet she sped up along the levels heading to the school. Once there she counted in her head the numbers of the classes as she went by she found after a few doors. Stepping in the classroom she looked around seeing a small girl with scarlet eyes. In the front was a male teacher in a suit and with a sword in hand resting by him. Her master once said that you can tell a swordsmen’s soul just by peering into their eyes for a few brief moments Saieko did just that she too was a maiden of the sword so her blue icy gaze didn’t falter a bit and nodding her head she took her seat next to the smaller girl with red eyes. She was here and waited patiently for the class to begin. She hoped that maybe this teacher might teach her a few things about the sword.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

It was getting close to midnight, he was impressed when the first one showed up early. He saw she opted out of wearing pajamas, but he'd remain silent on that until the others showed up. She seemed well dressed, like she came from money, as thats not really something a lower class could wear without having to pinch pennies, and since she looked well fed and somewhat rested, it was obvious she had money. That irked him a bit, but that was more about him then her. Then she bowed to him, he doing a small head nod in approval as she sat down close to the center. He crossed his arms and looked at his watch as he waited silently for the others.

Then he heard the next one approach, a bit skittish from the sound of it. She wore pajamas, hallelujah! It brought a smile to his face, and he enjoyed that it was one solid color. Perhaps she didn't have any pink ones with bunny slippers, but that was besides the point of wearing them. He had a plan in mind, one most of them probably wouldn't get until it was outright explained. Then the next girl came in, holding a wooden sword. They locked eyes, and he could tell she had a specific reason for being here, one doesn't carry such an inane weapon around with them unless they wanted to learn to use it. However, if she thought she knew him from locking eyes, she was sorely mistaken. She was also not dressed in PJs. Once she sat down though, he'd get up and walk to the door, closing it and locking it. He couldn't let the kids wander the halls at night, during a lock-in meant for training.

Then he walked over to the chalk board, standard in most classes, and picked up the chalk writing his name out in Kanji.

"My name is Chikara Homura, you will call me Sir and nothing else, you will end every sentence with sir when addressing me, is that clear?"

He expected a resounding 'yes sir' out of the three of them.

"Next..." he said, laying the chalk down on the board where he got it, turning to the big desk where teachers sit. It hadn't been moved cause it was bolted down, company policy or some such. He pulled 3 bags with what appeared to be clothes in them out from under the desk. "You all three will put these on." He tossed them from where he was to their desks with pinpoint accuracy, when they hit them there was a large thud that shook the room. These clothes where waited, about an extra 40 lbs when it was all added up. "Any time your in a class with me, you will wear these. They are heavy, and will hurt to wear, but you will or you will be ejected from my class." he said, fully aware of how much of a hard ass he was being. He then turned around and stared at the wall so they could change. "You have three minutes to put the gear on, I suggest saving the chest piece for last, as it's the heaviest." he said, expecting them to do what he said quietly, though grunts were likely. As they dressed, he pulled a card from his pocket and showed it over his shoulder.

"Does this look familiar? This is my letter, it clearly states to wear pajamas, but I see only one of you followed that instruction. This was a test, a test you failed. he said, three minutes shortly after being up, he turned to hopefully fully clothed children. "All three of you are a team now, you succeed as a team, you fail as a team. Remember that from this point on, now the reason wasn't because this is a sleep over, or that I wanted you to be comfortable, or whatever was going through your heads." he said, walking over to his chair and sitting back down, putting his head in his hands. "It was to strip you down, in a metaphorical sense. I needed you to shed your outside identities, weapons, and any other expectations you have. Part of that is shedding your clothes, as they speak a lot about your identity. I also am doing class this late at night because it keeps us alone, allows me to break the three of you down to build you back up. Not only will these new clothes help do that, but they are training you just by wearing them." he said leaning back in his chair.

"Now let's start the class in earnest, what are all your names and why do you want to be a ninja? Stand up with your hands at your sides and bow to me and each other as you say, starting with you." he said, pointing at the girl who came in dressed as well as he had been and was the first to arrive.

Spoiler

Reference to what your new gi looks like, with my clans name on the front and back.

 

[Kazumi]

The young girl sat patiently and quietly for the short while until the others began to arrive. As each other girl stepped into the room she gave them each a small welcoming smile before returning her attention back to the suited instructor. Each of them seemed slightly strange to her in their own unique ways. When the one who adhered to the dress code had stepped into the room her heart skipped a beat and her stomach knotted itself a little. Thankfully another who, like her, did not follow the misguided instructions on the letter came in not long after words, lessening the knot until it faded away. There was only one person so far who was wearing pajamas and so she must have done the right thing.

The sound caused by the instructor suddenly standing up caused her to break out of her momentary daze and when he locked the door shut with a click an expression of confusion fell upon her. Surely there were not only two other students in the class? She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off before she could utter a word. Obediently she reset her jaw and silently listened to him as he spoke. As he finished she gave him a simple but firm nod instead of speaking, only realizing a few moments afterwards that she likely was supposed to do something different.

She continued to silently watch him until he procured the bags and the loud thump of the landing and the shrill of sliding desks from the force almost caused her to jump out of her chair in surprise. As he continued to speak she couldn’t help but shift her eyes between him and then the bag, and once he began to speak of the contents she began to curiously poke through it. Again her mouth drooped as the sheer weight of the outfit became apparent. How was she supposed to put these on? Let alone wear them!

Desperately she looked to her sides, towards the other two students, searching for some sort of support in that she was not the only one confused and more than a little concerned. The taller girl might be able to handle it, but that bag must have weighed more than her entire closet combined! Although she did hesitate for a few moments after the man turned, she did not wait until the others began to get dressed before she did herself. Thankfully there we no boys there at least. Considering how the man was acting she doubted he would bat an eyelash at the thought her having to change in front of them.

Yumi stood with a small screech of chair leg on ground and began to try and pull the clothes bit by bit out of the bag. The wristbands fell out onto the ground with a small thump as she struggled to pull out the large one piece gi. Just as she managed to pull it out, one of the cloth boots fell out and crashed into her foot. A few long moments of hopping on one foot and whimpering made everything feel a little better, but it likely didn’t do any good for her budding reputation… Once she managed to discover all of the bits and pieces of the outfit she began to disrobe, albeit with some nervous hesitation. She left on her undergarments, but apparently was either not old enough or developed enough to need to wear anything aide from panties.

The process was difficult, and even included her wiggling like a worm near the end as she tried to pull herself into the suit as it laid on the ground, rather than trying to pull it up to her. Thankfully she had managed to get everything on except the wristbands and the shoes by the time he turned around. If she had even noticed his scolding about not following the invitations instructions, she did not show it at least. Standing up was somewhat difficult, but she managed to pull herself to the chair with only a small amount of awkward motions and embarrassment.

As he spoke she turned her head to finally see how her other two ‘teammates’ had faired, and when he suddenly pointed to her she jumped in her seat a little as if he had shocked her with the gesture. Slowly she pushed herself to a stand, having to use the desk to do so without falling over like an off balance pole. “I’m-,” she paused a moment in realization and then she put her hands to her side and bowed forward. The added weight of the outfit put her off balance and she wobbled a bit as she tried not to collapse forward. “I’m Tsukino Yumi, and because it’s what my mom and dad want. N-not that I don’t think it wouldn’t be fun to be one too.” She added in the last part rather hastily as if in self-defense, all the while her voice wavering as she struggled to try and remain as still as possible during the rather deep bow.

 

[Tori]

Daichi awaited the start of class while brimmed with energy. Perhaps later in her life, she would look back on this and realize that it was a mere side-effect of their instructor's weird and indirect tactics. Her gaze went back and forward between those already seated. Soon another student would arrive and went through similar treatment. Too much effort went to containing nervousness to give the people themselves much thought.

Dai had not hit that point in her life in which resisting authority became mere instinct. Besides, she sucked at names. So she settled with the 'Yes sir' bit fast enough. The clothes caused her to blink a bit in uncertainty, however. Where they suppose to cause tremors? Still, the ten year old grabbed the equipment and attempted to make use of it. She did not come out here to be intimidated by clothes!

Clothes they might be, but they were serious clothes. Dai took enough care not to dragged too many out at one time. Knowing her luck, she'd lost control over the situation and hurt herself with these things. After getting the items out of that blasted bag, her scramble to switch outfits had begun. The smaller pieces found themselves slipped on first, of course. Daichi fumbled a bit in her effort to equip the pants, but the nonsense didn't really start until she had to deal with the chest piece. She shuffled over to a nearby wall just to make sure she had enough support to tackle 'that' obstacle.

Her dogged sense of determination had kicked in and she had to trigger it for getting dressed. Something was off about this scenario. Between that, and the teacher rambling off some really strange logic, the poor girl had little hope of understanding much on her first day. Sure, she would know it, but it'd take ages to click.

Daichi managed to suit-up in the time allowed, if only barely. Mind you, there was no shortage of grumbling, since her still developing limbs strained under the weight of the outfit. In fact, she almost lost balance several times in the past few seconds. Falling in this would not be pleasant and she tried her damnedest to avoid doing so.

Part of her was disappointed about not already being in her seat by the time Homura started requesting introductions, but the girl calmly wait for Yumi to finish before bowing herself, keeping her arms down at her sides. It took her a second to straighten up again, “I am Henzaki Daichi. I want to become a shinobi because I decided to do so.” It was a simple as that for her. Dai had sometime to think it over after her parents randomly brought up the question not long ago.

 

[Amagi Saieko]

Saieko watch as he introduced himself to everyone in the class as he did so in the usual fashion. He wanted everyone to call him sir. Begin with it and end with it, she rolled her eyes at that one it literally had no basis on anything other then a power trip but it was whatever he was the teacher and if he wanted to be called the big bunny fuzzy slipper man then they would have to comply. Then he scolded everyone about not wearing pj’s saying it was to help him tear us down metaphysically and metaphorically this was rather eyebrow raising worthy because not only did he assume that because she wasn’t wearing fuzzy slippers or a bathrobe or even a nighty that these were not pj’s . For his information she really didn’t have those items so she slept in these cloths she was wearing pj’s . So for the second time today her teacher had earned nothing but a scoff from her. He was talking about how this was a test and basically saying she failed along with the girl who was not in pajamas as well. Saieko didn’t say anything to the teacher about how he was wrong nor did she contest what he was saying because apparently he had a agenda to get through as he was trying to be militant and barking orders. She was always taught not to point out others misgivings and do what her elders were telling her to do.

Now he was talking about how everyone in this room was now a team, which was probably the only thing in this class that he was doing right that she saw. Listening carefully to the next set of instructions she watched as he laid four outfits on the ground that were weighted and told thr three of them to put them on watching how the girl next to her was struggling to put hers on and had rather a small spell of the dropsy’s on her foot with a particular weighted boot Saieko couldn’t help but chuckle a bit and tried to help her out as best as she could while the teacher gave them time to change. After the girl was finished and wobbled to her seat Saieko began changing herself and disrobing and putting on her own uniform that was weighted she was no stranger to this type of training since her master used to put her through this training when she was younger . After putting on the outfit she too checked on the other girl in the class as well to see if she needed any help with her outfit. Saieko took her seat as well when the teacher snapped around and gave them directions about how he wanted to know there names and why they wanted to become Shinobi. The little girl that had the mishap with her outfit struggled up and spoke , “I’m Tsukino Yuriko, and because it’s what my mom and dad want. N-not that I don’t think it wouldn’t be fun to be one too.” Saieko gave another faint smile at how even with the embarrassment and weighted outfit and a overbearing teacher the young one still was able to answer with elegance. the little girl spoke next “I am Henzaki Daichi. I want to become a shinobi because I decided to do so.”That caused a smirk as well since then little girl was trying her best to over come her obsticles set before her. Now it was saieko ‘s turn she slid out of her chair and snapped to attention and spoke for the first time in the class , Bowing ”Sir ,My name is Amagi Saieko , most people call me Sai for short.” The reason I want to be shinobi is im not a native of Suna. My guardian was, he raised me in the Suna way and taught me how to live as a Suna, I want to make him proud and prove to everyone here that I may look foreign to everyone I meet but at heart I am Suna just as much as any of you. Sir” Saieko then bowed again and took her seat again. She then glanced over to the teacher waiting for his next set of directions.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

The first one stood up, it was cute watching them all struggle with the weight, except the one who had what appeared to be resting bitch face, she was smug because she could hold up an extra forty pounds. No matter, he would deal with her separately at a later date. He would address each of them as they introduced themselves, with the same respect they showed him, or rather, he forced them to show him.

“I’m Tsukino Yumi, and because it’s what my mom and dad want. N-not that I don’t think it wouldn’t be fun to be one too.”

"Nice to meet you Ms. Tsukino, I'm sorry to say that being a ninja won't be fun and games, at the low levels you'll be scraping the bottom of the barrel. At the top, you'll be in life or death situations on the daily, and most likely take one or many lives before someone or something takes your own." he shifted his head as she sat down, the next one standing up and speaking.

“I am Henzaki Daichi. I want to become a shinobi because I decided to do so.”

"Just like that huh? Well take what I said to Ms. Tsukino to heart, Ms. Henzaki. Being a ninja is not something to just dive into, thought and preparation can save you or kill you." then he turned his head to the last one, he wanted to call her Ms. Resting Bitch Face, but he held off on calling little girls names, he had a reputation to uphold now. Why didn't he pull a shiori and just teach from a bar intercom or something?

”Sir ,My name is Amagi Saieko , most people call me Sai for short, the reason I want to be shinobi is i'm not a native of Suna. My guardian was, he raised me in the Suna way and taught me how to live as a Sunan, I want to make him proud and prove to everyone here that I may look foreign to everyone I meet but at heart I am Sunan just as much as any of you. Sir” this made him smile.

"I admire the urge to prove yourself, reminds me of a young me. However, realize you have nothing to prove to anyone when it comes to such matters, all that will shine through in the end is wether or not you can do your job Ms. Amagi, which is what we're here to learn. So, with everyone properly introduced, let's get to the lesson. Before I can get into the nitty gritty, we have to go over the basics of what these classes are suppose to teach you all." he said, reaching into his left jacket pocket, pulling out three cards. He turned one over, a poorly drawn sword and fist under the words taijutsu, a flash card he'd drawn on.

"Taijutsu is the use of hand to hand techniques and/or the use of weapons and other martial talents to bring down an opponent." he said, flipping the next card, a poorly drawn Uchiha shooting a fireball on this one, under the name Ninjutsu. "Ninjutsu is an outward manifestation in your chakra, chakra is your life force, some call it Ki, or Chi. It flows through everything, from the desk you're sitting in, to the hair on your head. Ninjutsu has a very wide range of uses from shooting fireballs out of your face, to walking on water, or bending other elements to your will at the cost of your energy and dedication to the cause." he said, flipping the third card that had a poorly drawn brain on it with what looked like stink lines coming off of the top of it, under the word Genjutsu. "Genjutsu is the art of controlling ones senses by disrupting their chakra with your own in various ways. This is not my forte, but if any of you have an avid interest, I know more than one Genjutsu user who would be happy to tutor you privately." he said, laying all three cards out in front of them on the center desk, since it was closest to his chair.

"Do any of you have a preference for these styles? I find it best to have a healthy mix, but ultimately it has to work for you. Let's start again with Ms. Tsukino, stand when you speak." he said, making sure they felt those suits weight. This class was meant to get to know his students, so he could tailor future training to their specific needs.

Spoiler

You don't have to actually write sir after every spoken word, I'll just assume it's there, for simplicity sake.

 

[Kazumi]

While sitting was certainly much easier than standing, it still was rather awkward and uncomfortable for the girl to be wearing clothes that weighed almost as much as she did! Never-the-less, she did her best to pay attention to the man, only mildly fiddling with the strange weight of her wristbands as she listened. Once again he pointed her out first and once again caused her eyes to widen slightly in unprepared surprise.

She used the desk and chair to try and push herself to a standing position, but she still was not showing any signs of getting used to it. “I umm…- I mean Sir,” she quickly attempted to rewind time and correct herself before beginning. “I don’t really know anything about any of them… just stories and such. I don’t know if I could do the first. The second sounds really awkward and complicated and the third sounds even more so…” she paused a moment before adding with a defeated tone, “sir.”

The girl then put her hand on the desk and the back of the chair and attempted to sit down. Just as if the universe wished to punish her for her lack of confidence in the matter, the leg of the chair slipped from having too much pressure put at the wrong angle on the chair’s back. Both she and it toppled to the ground with a crash, the rigid chair doing a terrible job of cushioning her fall as she laid sprawled partly atop it and partly on the floor. She didn't look hurt, aside from her pride, but she did let out a small groan of both pain and shame.

 

[Tori]

Dai eyed the cards intently. Possibilities! It even managed to distracted against the weight bearing down on her. That could not last for very long, however. Her finger pointed up suddenly in a flourish,“Taijutsu!” She then paused and had a dubious look on her face, “I don't know what weapon to use yet.” The detail took a little wind out of her sails. Next thing you know, Dai lost her balance and fell on her butt. Cue the grunts of pain.

 

[Amagi Saieko]

It was now saiekos turn after thinking about it for a few minutes she stood up and stood straight up and down and put her hands to her sides even though the weighted out fit was trying to resist her movements she exhaled as she made the motions and bends it took just to stand up the key here was not speed but getting your muscles used to the resistance and if you have to use the muscle group you don’t usually use hence the difficulty of a basic motion like just standing up. She then put her hands at her sides and began to answer the question posed by their teacher. “I prefer in a ideal situation tai but I also enjoy using Ninjitsu create a opening.” I hate genjitsu I feel that it’s the easy way out of things but I do understand the need for it and after using such a thing personally I would feel dirty.” “So I would have to say overall I use a mixture when the situation called for it.” Even if I have to use gen I will use it just to survive.” after that was stated she sat back down and waited to see what would come next.

 

[Koizumi Mao]

It was more than a little late. Definately too late for a meeting. Then again, who was to judge the limitations of a meeting between shinobi-in-training? Perhaps the overnight induction was part of some further testing - like which student would remain the most alert, or attentive...maybe even punctual.

If that were the case, then it seems this student had already failed. As the meeting between the official shinobi of Sunagakure and three small kunoichi-to-be had already gone underway, the lone boy had begun scouring the tall building left standing in a recent invasion in their underground settlement. The place was massive, and felt so empty in the dead of night. Wandering alone in the halls, he could hear the whispers of cruel training regimes and the outcasts and legends of ages past from various stories he'd been told in the establishment from which he was raised. Difficult choices that have been made. Countless souls faced with the knowledge of life and death, determination, trust, loyalty. Could one person really become all of those things through a manner of coarse lessons? Or would a few need to be sacrificed in order to master the greatest lesson of all? Survival. Everything is done in order to survive - whether as a lone person, family, country, it's that very instinct that lead this facility to produce armies of the most durable and demanding warriors in the world.

And then it happened. With a short gasp of breath, his awareness once again decided to peek out from the inner-reaches of his mind. How long had he just been standing here? Lost in his thoughts when he should be with his class. He didn't allow panic to overtake him, casting a fleeting look down toward the letter grasped in his hand to confirm the room number before resuming his search. Setting off further into the inner workings of this labyrinth of an academy, it's layout was fairly simple enough to find the proper section in which he could spot the dimly lit hallway sticking out from the darkness.

The boy approached the door quickly, greeted only by a locked door. Muffled noises heard inside, he could barely make out what they said. Late. Again. This wasn't the first time his attendance had proven an obstacle for him. Even the clearest of directions couldn't keep him from getting lost in his own thoughts. With a quiet breath, two solid knocks rapped at the doorway, hopefully catching the attention of the instructor mid-lesson inside.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

“I don’t really know anything about any of them… just stories and such. I don’t know if I could do the first. The second sounds really awkward and complicated and the third sounds even more so…”

"I suggest you splash around in everything until one feels right, if you remain noncommital, you'll be a master of nothing...which sounds cooler than it is." he said, softening up a bit now that he'd asserted authority. It was a legit sociological thing to come off as a hard ass and slowly lighten up, it forms a bond deeper than someone being a friend, and less hate then someone just ordering you around. Respect, would be the word to use in this case.

“Taijutsu! I don't know what weapon to use yet.” the next one spoke excitedly. It was good to see someone have a specific goal in mind, even if she was just making impulsive decisions. "Might I suggest a big hammer! It'd be a sight to see, a girl of your size swinging around something my size!" he joked, but was also a little serious, though something like that would be more unwieldy then the clothes they were currently wielding. It's possible though if she had the drive for it.

“I prefer in a ideal situation tai but I also enjoy using Ninjitsu create a opening. I hate genjitsu I feel that it’s the easy way out of things but I do understand the need for it and after using such a thing personally I would feel dirty. So I would have to say overall I use a mixture when the situation called for it. Even if I have to use gen I will use it just to survive.”

"I highly suggest you get it out of your head that fights are fair, if you wish to use a healthy mix of all 3, don't hold back because you find one form of attack is weak or whatever your pride wants to say. In the end, your life is on the line and you want to pull out the stops. Trust me, I've seen a few battles in my time, and I'd kick someone in the crotch or make them think their a tree if it meant I got a win. That goes for all of you..." he said giving some dirty examples. Then he heard a knock on the door, standing up and heading over to it. "Pick them up..." he spoke to Saieko as she was the only one standing, as he opened the door to see the student holding the letter. He closed the door in the boys face, not letting him in. He would walk over and retrieve another outfit from the desk and walk to the door, tossing it out at the boy. It was heavier than the girls suits by about 20 lbs, a punishment for being late. If he wasn't expecting the weight it'd probably throw him off balance and topple him.

"Put that on, then come in, give the class your name, and sit down." he said tossing him the cards explaining various forms of combat, besides the poor drawings on them, there were descriptions under it, they were flash cards after all. He then closed the door, he didn't want the boy to change in front of them, they weren't that mature. Then he'd wait until the boy stepped in and introduced himself before they continued.

Ms. Henzaki, Ms. Amagi pair up, Mr. Fukui and Ms. Tsukino is the other pair." he said as he walked over to the board, drawing out handseals in a much better fashion than were on the cards. It was obvious he either didn't draw on the cards, or was REAL bored waiting for them, as his drawings where much better on the board. "Each of you pair up as I instructed and practice these toward each other, it's every basic handseal, do them in this order, else you might blow something up." he said, turning around and crossing his arms, waiting for them. "Also stand up and push the desks against the wall, this shouldn't be easy. If you lose your balance again, it's 5 pushups." he said, knowing full well that it would be way hard for their little bodies just doing one in those suits.

 

[Koizumi Mao]

He waited patiently as the muffled noises continued, arm falling back down to his side. It was when the instructor decided to open that door that his head tilted up to face the man, his large pair of glasses glinting light from his dimly lit surroundings. The boy didn't attempt to explain himself, as he knew all too well that he wasn't going to be given the opportunity to do so once the door had immediately closed shut in his face. He remained where he was, holding his position in hopes that the door may eventually open again.

His teacher's scolding was expected the moment he'd realized that he was late. What he didn't expect, however, was the weighted clothing being thrown into his torso. His arms lifted to catch the material before it fell to the ground, though the rest of his body couldn't help but topple back in the hallway, his impact against the ground synchronized with the sound of the door slamming shut yet again. "Ugh." He grumbled to himself once he'd managed to catch his breath, glancing over at the trio of flash cards scattered on the ground next to him. In retrospect, all of this could have been worse. At least he was allowed to enter and join the class once he was finished dressing, shedding himself of his hooded sweater and baggy pants in order to put on his new heavy-weight uniform. The cards were collected, lifting them and taking a quick glance at each of the pictures. Shinobi fighting styles. Was the instructor giving his students a refresher course during his absence, or was he wanting something more?

The girls weren't given too much time to question who was outside of the classroom before it became apparent. The door calmly opened, the boy stepping inside. His expression was flat; perhaps he wasn't bothered at all by the treatment he'd just received. Then again, it was difficult to tell just how he felt with that eyewear obscuring half of his face. His body was stiff, struggling somewhat to get used to the increased pressure the overweighted uniform provided, though that didn't stop him from approaching the desk placed in the center of the others. The three cards his instructor had thrown at him earlier were individually placed onto the desk, each deliberately placed in a specific position. On the far left sat the crudely-drawn fist, placed near the top. The card of the Uchiha shooting a fireball was placed next, adjusting it for a brief moment to ensure that it's placement was in the exact center. Last was the brain, his hand carefully sliding it toward the lower-left corner of the flat surface. Was that supposed to mean something? If it didn't, he surely wouldn't have taken the time to do so. After he'd finished, he turned his back to the desk to face the rest of the class. "My name is Fukui Arata." His tone was bold to ensure that everyone could hear him properly. At least he wasn't nervous, even after the bad first impression he had given.

He stepped over to his desk in order to take his seat, giving his somewhat scrawny body a momentary reprieve from the agonizing weight pushing down onto each of his limbs. Unfortunately, he found himself too late to do so, hearing his instructor's orders to stand and begin clearing the room. His hands gripped the edge of the empty desk he was about to occupy, leaning forward against it. The task alone didn't prove so difficult, thinking to use the extra weight he's being forced to carry to push his seat across the room. Once the desk hit the wall, however, his feet had slipped back a few centimeters, elbows pressing against the flat surface in order to keep himself upright. He tried not to let his facial expression betray the strain being put on his body, taking a few moments to reset his footing. His lack of complaint showed discipline, which he had been given plenty of in his upbringing.

 

[Kudo Akira]

Akira ran as fast as he could towards the classroom, his bare feet thumping dully against the floor as he increased his speed. He hadn't meant to be this late, but his little sister had demanded a fairy tail and then she had refused to got to sleep. He tugged nervously at the hem of his t-shirt, he was currently wearing red cotton pajama pants and an old worn t-shirt where the red color had fades so it looked almost pink. Not to mention the fact that he had outgrown the t-shirt and it look quite small on his tall frame. His bright green hair was messy, and unbeknownst to him he had several small hair-clips with flowers on them in his hair which made him only seem more ridiculous. A grin lit up his face as he saw the door to the right classroom, but as he made to stop in front of the door he found his speed was too great and he slipped crashing into the door and blowing it open.

Raising his head form where he laid on the floor of the classroom he smiled nervously at his teacher, and gave an awkward wave. "Sorry I'm late sir, there was a situation with a princess and some evil ninjas", he said and laughed sheepishly, which was technically true as that had been the story he had been reading to his sister. He finally stood up, and smiled widely at the people in the classroom, showing off his sharp fangs. "I'm Kudo Akira, nice to meet ya all!" he introduced himself loudly, before he began taking in his surroundings. The other students seemed to be wearing identical outfits, and he began to wonder a bit panicked if he had read the dress code wrong. Their first impression of him was probably already bad enough as they saw him crash into the classroom, he really didn't need to make it any worse.

 

[Kazumi]

The fair haired girl nodded in understanding at what the instructor was telling her as she continued to lay on the ground, groaning ever so slightly. She seemed to ponder his words for a short while as she half listened to the other students and his replay to them each in turn. Her attention perked up as she heard the sound of a new arrival at the door. Hopefully with some help from the long standing survivor she made it to her feet as she heard the sound of the door slamming once again.

Once on her feet she would give any who helped her a gracious nod and a whispered, “thank you,” before her attention would drift over towards the board. The drawings didn’t keep her attention for long, as the sound of the new arrival making his way in drew it away. The first thing she noticed was the rather large glasses and she couldn’t help but give an amused snicker at how strange they worked. Unfortunately even that act was rather hard on her and she almost fell once again from the dip in concentration.

After he announced himself and the teacher began to draw on the board Yumi worked to sit back down in her chair. She managed it without incident this time, but as soon as she did so he instructed them to stand up once again. She gave him a moment of hard stares before sighing as she struggled up to her feet once more. It was clear that of all of the students here she was having far and beyond the hardest time dealing with the weight, even compared to Glasses who looked like he wasn’t having a difficult time at all!

Eyeing her desk she considered something for a moment before allowing herself to partly collapse to the ground, getting down on her knees so that she could push at the desk from the bottom part of its legs. It was easier than standing and she wouldn’t fall down while doing that, even if it was a little bit slower. After a few pushes and some shuffling on her hands and knees the desk was successfully against the wall, and she used the object to help herself stand.

By this point her breathing had become rather labored and she could already feel herself beginning to sweat from the exertion. How could she possibly stand to be a shinobi if it was always going to be so hard!? With another resigned sigh she turned herself around to find Glasses. She let her weighted hands hang down at her side as she struggled to walk her way over towards him, but she still worked up a smile despite the fatigue that was already beginning to set in. She felt like she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t bring herself to exerting the effort to doing so just yet.

Suddenly she heard the loud sound of yet another person crashing themselves into the room. If she had thought Glasses looked strange, this person was far and above even odder looking to her. Despite the weight she couldn’t help but softly laughing at the new arrival, though if it was with him or at him it was hard to say for sure.

 

[Tori]

Daichi couldn't help but envision some impractical two handed weapon while pushing herself up. The thought allowed the haphazard child to more easily maintain her equilibrium, although her movements were very strained. She suddenly focused on listening and looked all thoughtful, an immediate departure from that hasty decision-making a few seconds prior.

She passively acknowledged the weird boy for only a moment before practicing her seals with the serious girl. Poor girl kept forgetting the names as soon as she heard them. Daichi briefly glanced up at Amagi, wondering if the older girl knew of her error. It was far more likely that any noticeable error would be in the seals she started on.

Then someone stampeded through the door. Now her eyes were on the newest arrival. A sort of 'deer caught in headlights' stare. Thankfully, she paused her seal practice and didn't set anything on fire.

 

[Amagi Saieko]

Saieko was following the instructions the teach gave her but the next set of instructions came in a flurry of what and huh and who the hell are these guys. Saieko stood there dumbfounded and had one eye cocked high in a really kind of look. She noticed the young shinobi who had weird glasses come in and heard his awkward announcement of his presence not like he needed one. In saiekos mind those glasses would do enough to announce anyone’s presence . Then after the teach gave everyone the next set of instructions were to be in teams since they had a even amount of people in the room, but as the they were getting formed she watched as her new partner was practicing seals and watched as she looked up at her. Sai gave her a soft smile and patted her head and was about to start helping with the young ones seal work when yet again another interruption . This time it was a rather awkward fellow he was tall and a bit on the butt ugly side. He had a good sense of humor thoe as he snickered about a apparently a inside joke of sorts. Honestly in her mind the little on she was paired off with was quite a bit more of a jokester. As she paused her motions and look at him rather like really your interrupting my seal work. Sai couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at Daichi. She turned back around and continued practicing seals with the little one.

 

[Koizumi Mao]

Man, this outfit is heavy. What is it even made of, anyway? If it weren't for the others having a difficult time moving around as well, he'd think it was a punishment for his tardiness. However, he did have to inwardly question just how heavy his own ensemble was compared to others, considering the fact that a few of his tinier classmates haven't crumpled or flattened yet. His palm pressed down firmly onto the edge of the desk he'd pushed, holding himself upright whilst doing his best not to lean against it. He's going to have to remind himself to try and work out as often as he can if he has to lug this weight around to every meeting.

His head turned, the brighter lights of the room glinting from his obscuring glasses, scanning across the room. The girl closer to his own age had paired with the smaller one with dark hair. They didn't partake in any verbal interaction, instead raising their hands to form strange symbols at each other in a certain order. The repetition of that order lead his attention to drift toward the little ditzy-looking blonde waddling her way over toward him. But why? Oh, right! The pairings. The hand seals.

His mind finally allowed him to fade back into the present moment, head tilted slightly downward as soon as the shorter girl approached. It was somewhat difficult to discern his facial expression, for obvious reasons, but his glasses couldn't hide the small smile that curled his lips in response to Yumi's own. His mouth then opened to say something, but suddenly taken aback by his partner's insistence on giving an effort to do so herself. This lead to a somewhat awkward silence that lasted the mere moments Yumi debating whether or not a proper introduction was worth the energy, given their current predicament. Upon her decision to keep herself silent, it was Fukui that instead spoke up. "Nice to mee-"

The poor boy wasn't even allowed to finish his thought, sent immediately adrift by the door flying open. The slam caused his head to snap toward the entrance that had been haphazardly broken into, facing the boy with a blank expression. Late. Later than him. Well, at least he wasn't officially the least responsible classmate anymore. Definitely not the least polite, either. He - too - couldn't help but notice just how strange he looked. Rather than snickering or laughing, his expression didn't budge, instead tilting his head just a fraction to the left. Does he consciously wake up every morning and leave looking like that by choice? Is that make-up, or a tattoo? Did he file his teeth? Coincidentally, the last question that entered his head was whether or not their instructor was going to make him wear clothing even heavier than his own.