He sat his chair with a look of contemplation; staring off into the distance, he became lost in thought on the decision of the Raikage. Enstating a new sennin with no experience and then asking me to do the training? Where does he get off? An audible sigh left his mouth as the thought passed his mind. The repetitive sound of fingers tapping on the desk echoed through the room and continued to grow in a steady staccato, and finished abruptly. I guess a test will be in order.
All trainees were required to pass a rigorous training regime and an exam to finish; not everyone made it through alive, but the few that did, would become the strongest Kumogakure had to offer and would go on to be trained further in the shadow tactics of the anbu corp. Though time ironically wasn't on his side in this circumstance, he had to make this Yoshi, sennin material as quickly as possible, whether it killed him or not; he would become a stronger shinobi in the end. It became time to prepare for their meeting.
Physical training was moot at this point; Yoshi was already a full-fledged jounin, and that alone would give him a pass on a physical evaluation, but all would be pointless if his mind couldn't visualize what his eyes could not see. Though sounding complicated to every trainee, once placed in a scenario where it was required, instincts would kick in, and the seemingly impossible would become possible. Being an anbu was much more than hiding in the shadows and waiting for your target, but also learning to trust your mind and instincts rather than initial perception; it was about expanding your mental preceptors and finding flaws in the reality around you that allow the Anbu to seamlessly do the impossible.
His eyes gazed over the entire room; he saw points in the room where traps, cleverly placed for his protection, but could also be a hazard for any visitor that wasn't cautious upon entry. Finally getting up from his chair, he moved over to the cabinet and removed a pitcher of water and two glasses. Without hesitation, he produced a small glass vial and poured a minute amount of the liquid into the vial. From his pocket, he revealed a small packet of drink mix and poured a small amount into the bottle to give a different coloration. With this, the pieces were in place. Putting the pitcher of water, two empty glasses on a tray, and the glass vial in his pocket he reproached the desk and sat back down.
With a steady finger he pushed the intercom to speak to his secretary, Could you please summon Santaru Yoshi for me please, and thank you.
All trainees were required to pass a rigorous training regime and an exam to finish; not everyone made it through alive, but the few that did, would become the strongest Kumogakure had to offer and would go on to be trained further in the shadow tactics of the anbu corp. Though time ironically wasn't on his side in this circumstance, he had to make this Yoshi, sennin material as quickly as possible, whether it killed him or not; he would become a stronger shinobi in the end. It became time to prepare for their meeting.
Physical training was moot at this point; Yoshi was already a full-fledged jounin, and that alone would give him a pass on a physical evaluation, but all would be pointless if his mind couldn't visualize what his eyes could not see. Though sounding complicated to every trainee, once placed in a scenario where it was required, instincts would kick in, and the seemingly impossible would become possible. Being an anbu was much more than hiding in the shadows and waiting for your target, but also learning to trust your mind and instincts rather than initial perception; it was about expanding your mental preceptors and finding flaws in the reality around you that allow the Anbu to seamlessly do the impossible.
His eyes gazed over the entire room; he saw points in the room where traps, cleverly placed for his protection, but could also be a hazard for any visitor that wasn't cautious upon entry. Finally getting up from his chair, he moved over to the cabinet and removed a pitcher of water and two glasses. Without hesitation, he produced a small glass vial and poured a minute amount of the liquid into the vial. From his pocket, he revealed a small packet of drink mix and poured a small amount into the bottle to give a different coloration. With this, the pieces were in place. Putting the pitcher of water, two empty glasses on a tray, and the glass vial in his pocket he reproached the desk and sat back down.
With a steady finger he pushed the intercom to speak to his secretary, Could you please summon Santaru Yoshi for me please, and thank you.