The Simple Joys of Camaraderie [Class]

[Kawakami Hotaru]

The desk she sat behind was uncomfortable, not in the physical sense, but in that Chiyoko had never envisioned herself sitting behind one within the confines of the Academy, though it seemed a natural progression. Over the past few months she had incurred far too many injuries to continue her duties in the field, so the sadists in the main branch had set her up with, what she thought was, a temporary position within the academy. She was to imbue her experience and knowledge into the next group of hardened killers that the village would produce, an easier job than the rigors she had been through in her time within the branch. Her feet pressed against the top of the desk trying to stave away the pain in her abdomen, still recovering from four broken ribs, one hernia, and two slipped discs. If she was being entirely honest her performance right now probably wouldn't have been much better than the kids she had been informed she would be teaching.


Behind her was a blackboard which she had already sprawled her name upon along with a brief message for her students just in case she managed to fall asleep before they came in, "Instructor: Wakahisa Chiyoko. Class will begin at 1300 hours. NOT BEFORE 1300 HOURS. Please come in and introduce yourself to your classmates and myself, remove your equipment, and prepare to journey out into Attonbitus. This class will require a 48 hour stay in the forest as indicated by the paperwork you received earlier, let's have some fun guys." she had already made a conscientious decision to avoid being anything like her instructors, far too stiff and terse. A light smile kissed the edges of her lips as she imagined the next couple of days, pulling the center drawer from the desk she sat behind pulling a...You guessed it!... Well probably not... A pair of handcuffs, the novelty type with the pink fur around the hands and all that good stuff, you don't need to worry where she got them from, just that they would be a pivotal item throughout the course of the class. Within the drawer there were several other sets, all of which of the novelty variety, as she was unsure as to how many students had actually accepted the class.

As much as they taught the young to rend their enemies in the academy there always seemed to be a distinct lack of team building exercises. It was in her opinion that they did not teach their children to be able to survive among others in the wild, those times stuck in the marshes, forests, and mountains for weeks or even months at a time, no running water, no soap, really no amenities. Now, when you're alone up there it's a whole different world, but when you find yourself sitting with two other kids you barely even know and half the time dislike tensions can run high, and when tensions run high bad things happen, and when bad things happen there have been a remarkable amount of cases involving fragging, or incidents of friendlies attacking each other, in the field. Exercises such as the one Chiquita was running are aimed to give students the ability to deal with their comrades in the field, to simulate the stress of being away from home in the bush, and to become more apt in the art of scavenging. It was going to be a grand old time.





(OOC: Alright guys, once everyone has entered into the thread we will be exiting to a separate thread within the Attonbitus in the Outer Village zone. I will be giving everyone until Monday the 18th to join this thread for introductions, do note you will not be marked as late if you join the other thread within the first round of official posting. Now down to the nitty gritty, students will be split into teams of two at my discretion, and if we have an odd number one student will be teamed with yours truly. Posting order will be kept loose, though I will be posting at the end of each round which depending on how many students join they will likely be in either 8, 12, or 24 hour intervals IC. Now for the inactivity rules, I request everyone post at least every 72 hours to keep everything rolling, if something arises feel free to personal message and no punishment will be taken. Otherwise you will be given two strikes before being failed from the class. Most of all, let's just try to have some fun.)

 

[Ritsuko]

Ritsuko was on her way to the academy, she had bin now bin their for some time. Until know it had only bin theme listening to the teacher, and theme answering some questions. Maybe today she got to show what she could? she hoped so, she really wanted to show the sensei, that she was good. She reached the academy, she was going to a new class today, come to think of the, she believed that was a whole new class, and that every student in it was new to.

She walked in to the class. A few students had arrived before her, not many. "Hi' my name is Yukira Ritsuko" She said, and took a look at the students who had arrived. She didn't recognize any, maybe she was the only one from her old class, who was transferred. Anyway, she didn't know anyone in her old class, so it wouldn't really make any difference. The only thing new, was that it this time was a new sensei, she had to prove her worth.

She found desk, in the back of the class, and looked at the blackboard. She had already introduced herself, and she didn't have any equipment. Into Attonbitus, maybe today was her chance to show a little of. Not in the bragging way, but now she finally had the chance to show her skills.

 

[Shuji]

Daisuke ran as fast as he could to his first class, panting now and slightly sweaty in his hoodie. His hood was pulled up, the drawstring cinched, his dreadlocks making him look as if he had a funny shaped head. He hopped and jumped into a puddle on his way, getting his shoes a little soggy, but it didn't bother him any. He wondered what they'd be doing today - learning to control those awesome Puppets with Chakra strings?? How to use Shadow Clone Jutsu? Crazy powerful Taijutsu combinations?!?! The youth's overactive imagination was already pumping out crazy idea after crazy idea like a well oiled machine, almost frighteningly used to it.

Daisuke ran into the pagoda, his body a blur as he ran eagerly to his very first class. He'd been up for a long time last night getting his stuff ready, only to wake up a little later than he wanted to. He'd gotten cleaned, gotten a fresh suit of clothes (his usual, because he saw no reason to get all dressed up and uncomfortable) and had strapped himself with a few kunai and shurikens just in case he'd need them. I sure hope I need them, he thought excitedly, doing a less-than-perfect somersault over a random desk in the hallway.

He stopped outside the class he was supposed to be going to; this was it. He inhaled deeply, exhaling a second later as his breathing cooled down. He seemed to calm for a few seconds; then he got pumped back up. A wide smile split his face, and he started jumping up and down on the tips of his toes, before he walked in.

His Sensei was sitting at the desk in front of the blackboard, in all her glory. He wondered what she was gonna teach them, she probably knows a ton of cool jutsus! He looked behind her and read the board; 48 hours in the forest, he could do that. But no equipment?!?! Outrageous! How are we gonna survive? There must be like all types of monsters there, he thought, most likely over-exaggerating.

Slightly subdued (but not much) he walked in front of his sensei's desk and bowed, calling out his name in that boyish tone of his. Akamatsu Daisuke. Before running to a desk near the center of all the desks. He looked back up at the blackboard; he'd nearly forgotten. With a small sigh, he started removing the various equipment he'd strapped to himself and brought along. He unstrapped the two transparent boxes full of probably hundreds of small Sixers at the perfect spot on each leg, right where his hand could draw with the smallest of movements. From various spots all over his body, he removed razor sharp Whistlees. Somehow a few dozen of those things were strapped to him, and he pulled them all out and set them on the desk, which now had a giant, lovely, absolutely beautiful pile of projectiles. He sat there for a second, his hands crossed and kinda jiggling in his seat, before he looked as if he'd just remembered something. He shook his head, a few more Sixers falling from his thick hair while the air around him became scented with citrus.

Oh, er..... Do snacks count as equipment, he called out, pulling a few bags of snacks from the big pocket on the inside of his hoodie.

[WC: 563]
[Sorry for the wait, meant to post way earlier! Muse was around long enough for my to pump out one post, left, then came back and smacked me hard.]

 

[Shinrya Riko]

A ceiling tile began to rattle above Ritsuko’s desk. Rough scratching sounds could be heard until the tile seemed to sink further into the ceiling. Suddenly it was pulled to the side and a hole was now where the ceiling tile had been, and the face of Komora poked out of it. The girl stuck her head out and looked around the class room curiously. It seemed people were in this classroom and she wasn’t that interested in speaking with anyone, however something did catch her attention, and that was the growing pile of equipment. She lowered herself from the ceiling onto Ritsuko’s desk. Komora leaned in close to Ritsuko’s face. She was sitting in the corner of the class like some kind of main character. Maybe she would become the next kage? Those weren’t answers Komora even cared about though – nor did she voice her question. She decided to roll off the top of the desk and approached the desk at the center of the other desks. She looked at the curious assortment of gear that was left by the other students. She picked up the sixers, the six pointed shurikens. She was trying to determine if these were swords or not.

She was absolutely stumped. She tickled her fingers on the edges of the shuriken, noting how they were sharp, but how were you supposed to hold these things? Komora pinched a blade and waved it around curiously as she tried to get a feel for it. Ultimately, she determined she didn’t like these swords, and that they probably were swords since they were sharp. She put them back for now. Oh now, here was something she was interested in. She picked up the strange swords with holes in them. They looked just like kunai, but curiously had holes in them, and there was quite a bit on the table. Komora decided to take them all. She picked up all of the kunai and walked over towards the desk that Ritsuko was at. All the while she tried to balance cradling the knives with one arm while she tucked the knives away into her pockets with her other hand.

She put one into her mouth, and looked curiously around the room to see if there were any other swords for her. She was planning on climbing back on top of Ritsuko’s desk to make her escape through the ceiling again, but decided against it when she saw the head band that Ritsuko was wearing. With all other kunai hidden carefully on her person Komora decided that she was interested in the strange ears on her head. She pointed a kunai at the girl. Kmrh sinks uuu luk lik eh cat. Komora still had the other kunai in her mouth as she spoke, but even so, she spoke like she was pointing out an obvious fact that everyone should understand including Ritsuko. Except there was something about Ritsuko’s facial expression that fascinated Komora. It was like… Ritsuko wasn’t there. Komora didn’t think about those kinds of things though. She decided to walk over to the door now and peak outside. There were students wandering around the halls, and thus Komora didn’t want to go out there. She decided to sit down at the desk beside Daisuke, where she amused herself to no end by stabbing the desk with the kunai in her hands, and occasionally she would tilt her head to the side and try to slash the desk with the kunai from her mouth.

 

[Kawakami Hotaru]

Chiyoko nodded slightly as her students entered the room, making a mental note of each of their names, should be easy enough considering there only appeared to be two of them. One seemed to be far heavier armed than the other, Daisuke was his name and it appeared he had even came prepared with snacks, of course he wouldn't be allowed to take them, but it certainly said something about the amount of preparation he had put into the class. Snacks are considered equipment, eat them he --" her voice trailed off as an odd ceiling tile caught her attention, and out popped Kumogakure's version of the infamous ceiling cat, ceiling Komora. Always watching. Her eye twitched as the little girl cascaded from the ceiling onto the desk of her student only to fly over toward the weaponry Daisuke had just removed himself of. The girl was still as big of an enigma as the first time she had met her, and it seemed it was her duty at this point to introduce her to other two "And that's Mochizuki Komora, she's the eclectic type. as evidenced by the fact that she had already put a Kunai in her mouth and began to extrapolate on how Ritsuko looked like a cat. As much as she wanted to ask the girl what she was doing Chiyoko knew enough about her to figure that she would get a response that would likely be the girl reciting what she was doing as if it wasn't out of the ordinary. Thus she decided to do what any sane person would do in her situation and ignore that it was happening, and she was damn good at ignoring stuff. "So, uh, we should probably get going. Komora you're going to have to give back the Kunai, otherwise I'll have to take them and lock 'em up." she was largely unsure if the girl would in fact follow her command, didn't really matter. She would be disarming her one way or another. For now they needed to start their walk down into the forests.


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