Team Kai's First Day: 01/30/399 A.M.

**Participants:**

**Mozu Kai, Jiro Hyūga, Satsujin, Yuna Uzumaki, Jokuya and Sokuya**

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Mozu

The day is Thursday, January the 30th, 399 A.M. It is currently 11:00 am as it approaches noon. The sun would be hanging high in the sky with only a few clouds lingering around. A gentle breeze would sweep by every now and then. All in all it was a nice day. However many young genin would not get to take advantage of this. This was it, the day of the Academy’s most recent graduation and Genin Orientation. The graduating class had all gathered into a single room within the academy. Their teachers each took a turn speaking to the class. They went over the small details like congratulating them for making it to this point and telling them how things were going to be much different from here on. All of it vague until they started laying out the information about team assignments. As they went on the teachers would explain, “Each of you will be divided up into three person squads led by an elite ninja, a Jonin. One by one each Jonin will come in here and introduce themselves and then call out three names. If the Jonin calls your name you will have been assigned to their team. From there the Jonin will escort you to a secondary meeting area for you all to get to know each other better. If that is understood we will get things underway.” Immediately following these words the door would swing open and a man in open backed armor would step in and introduce himself as Toiya before calling out three names from the class and disappearing out with them. During that man’s introduction the academy teachers would exit the room leaving the fresh genin to the incoming jonin. This process then repeated with a new Jonin each time the door opened. Sometimes there were extended pauses between each entrant. Some of the genin would begin to take advantage of these pauses by taking guesses as to who they will be teamed up with.

Jiro

"What a boring ceremony..." Jiro would think to himself as he sat among the rest of his graduating peers as their former teachers would nag on about their futures, and once again giving congratulations before announcing how the team assignments would be conducted.

"Finally the interesting part." he would say to himself, as he listened along until the speech would end and the first of these "Elite Ninja" would come in as described and call 3 names... None of which were his. The Jonin would exit out of the room with his newly formed squad as would the academy teachers behind him.

This would lead Jiro to scout the room of his former classmates wondering which of these lucky children would be blessed to paired up with such a fine specimen like himself. None of them particularly caught his eye, so he would just sit with his arms crossed thinking until his name would be called and make his proper assessment of his future teammates then. He would have to hold in his emotions as he was having PTSD flashbacks of his mother's wooden spoon and threat that if he were to disturb this ceremony like he did most of his classes, that his ass would indeed be grass.

Satsujin

With the ceremonial day of graduating from the academy being in view of him, the boy listened to his teachers as they congratulated his peers and himself, yet he didn't feel too keen on waiting. For the time being as soon as the first Jonin walked into the room, and not hearing his name be called, he hugged himself and faceplanted into the desk. The bandages on his skin making the thud more muffled than it should've providing a slight cushion. Within only a few seconds of this, his body quickly shifted in his seat to throw his feet up onto the desk with his eyes closed, gently humming a tune while he listened for his name specifically. With another Jonin coming in and not saying his name, his eyes just beckoned to the door in a side glance as he pulled his hood over his head. Looking to what remained in the class, he inhaled sharply through his nose, the imprint of his lips making a frown to most of them, unless he knew they were skilled from watching them train before, which to him was rare. His eyes stayed locked on the door after looking at them all, awaiting for one to come in, call out his name and the others so he could see what worthless trash he would be with.

Yuna

This ceremony reminded her of her sister. She'd worked so hard to graduate, even joked about being Yuna's Jonin someday... looking back on that, it was what Yuna desired. But that, that was in a world where things were fine- this wasn't that world. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she let out a breathy sigh. "Where's all the fucking girls? Why is it all dudes?" She asked under her breath. Boys didn't like cute shit. There was no hair to play with here; they didn't have nearly enough, from what she was seeing. Right now, it was in twin-tails, a more casual fashion. For someone with such a foul mouth, she seemed to at least take pride in her appearance. Yuna would stretch, rather tired of the ceremony already; she wanted to see if her sensei was at least a woman, because she didn't see a lot here. Besides, all she wanted to do was punch things- sitting still without punching something was making her restless.

Jokuya and Sokuya

Names, names, names. That’s all Joku and Soku could hear, and they were both sick of it. At least Soku could get some sleep through it all, Joku was always the one that had to pay attention. With a free hand he pulled some of his gray locks out of the way of his face, red eyes studying the desk he was sitting at while he etched his and Soku’s name onto the desk they were sitting at. Their clothes were rags, a simple undershirt and pants with sandals to compliment them. Joku felt something pull at his back and immediately knew it was Soku trying to suggest something to him. He turned his head to the right and noticed that Satsujin was nearby. His mouth curled into a devious grin before he stood up from his desk and dropped the wood chip he had been carving with. With a quick walk, he stood next to some other student that was sitting next to Satsujin. The brown-haired student noticed Joku quickly, speaking with some contempt in his voice, “What do you want?” Joku still had that wide grin on his face, his eyes looking both ways before focusing back on the kid. “We want your seat.” The student seemed to become a little unsettled by the statement, and was opening his mouth when the second head protruding from Joku’s back side slipped into his body. Soku’s hair was no different from Joku’s, both had it incredulously long and messy. So when Soku’s own face emerged from the side of Joku’s, it was a smooth transition like seeing someone flex a muscle. Soku spoke with some bite in his voice, a little less relaxed than Joku’s own. They shared an almost identical voice otherwise, chirpy and cheerful until someone bothered either of them. “Give it.” The student recoiled in disgust at the site, mixed with some fear at the strange ability. He yielded rather quickly, stepping away from the situation as Joku took his seat. Soku disappeared before reemerging in his usual spot, his head hanging over the edge of the chair before both turned to face Satsujin.

“Six-arms!” “Looks like we’re graduating, finally.” “Took long enough, right?” “Right!” Joku and Soku spoke over each other in turn, grinning at one another before Joku nudged one of Satsujin’s elbows to keep a hold of his attention."

Mozu

Slowly but surely kids would be walking out of the door along with their new Jonin. The numbers were soon dwindling down as there were less and less genin in the graduating class. Time was drawing nearer for Mozu to make his introduction as well. His eyes would fall down once more to the info sheets of the members of his team. He was a bit annoyed with the kage’s decision but he knew once that man made up his mind there was no changing it. The thing that disturbed him the most was that he had five sheets in front of him, while everyone else had three. Why was it that he had to have the large team, and worse still why didn’t he just make two teams of four. A five man team will be cumbersome. Still there was nothing he could do about it now. Mozu finished his studying of the information gathered on his new students and needed to go get them now. He tucked the sheets into his belt pouch as he stood up from his seat and made his way over to the door. His loose black shirt and pants making very little impression along side his dark hair. The two things that stood out the most would be his geta sandals and the bright piercing cyan of his eyes. Quickly he would slide the door open and peer into the class. Mozu handled this in an odd way from the other Jonin as instead of heading into the room he decided to call from the open door and even failed to introduce himself. “Satsujin, Yuna, Jokuya,” He called, letting his eyes scan the crowd to see anyone stirring. He was also checking to see if the pictures in his info matched up. “Sokuya, and Jiro.” he finished off as some of the class started to murmur about him calling five names instead of three. “Hurry up, we're going to be late.” He said to add a little urgency before turning on his heels and stepping back out to the hallway in order to wait for his new team.

Jiro

As each Jonin came and went he grew a little bit more annoyed as none of the names being called were his... Jiro just wanted this journey as a shinobi to start already. He would begin fidgeting his fingers around on the surface of his desk making a synchronized tapping sound as he awaited for three more students to be called. Alas, the door would slide open once more making Jiro open his eyes revealing the featureless white hues with a splash of lavender as he focused his attention on the Jonin that stood in the doorway, stopping his fidgeting fingers in the process. The first thing he would notice would be the man's piercing eyes as they reminded him of his own, not by color but by uniqueness. The man wouldn't come into the room, but would rather call the names from the hallway like a real weirdo. "Satsujin, Yuna, Jokuya." he would call giving a brief pause. "Great looks like I'll be here all day, what a drag..." Jiro would mumble under his breath as he let out a deep sigh. His attention would be grabbed once more though as the man would begin to call out more names "Sokuya and Jiro.". "FINALLY, HOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAHHHHH!" he would yell at the top of his lungs as he sprung up from his desk like a grasshopper in an open field without hesitation. The remainder of his class would begin chattering as he might have been the last one called, but he was the first one up and out of the door standing next to his new sensei awaiting his new pals to follow suit.

Satsujin

With himself still sitting there, looking over the muck of peers, some skilled in his eyes, most not began to leave, he heard some voices to the side of him and looked to see Joku and Soku sitting. Giving a rather oddly warm smile to the two in one packaged deal, he chuckled a bit and nodded.

"Split! And yeah, it took way too long, about damn time if ya ask me."

Satsujin's attention was now on the pair, but still kept a close ear and eye on the names called. Every now and then would get annoyed his name wasn't called. Though, a moment of silence washed over them as the boy.

"If this 'elite ninja' doesn't come to get us soon, I'm he-" He stopped speaking while the door was pushed open again and from his seat, he noticed the man standing there. After only a few seconds of everyone else being on the edge of their seat, Satsujin being one of them even though the man didn't look too elite in his own right, he heard his name be called first. Flashing a smirk behind the bandaged mouth to Split, he just pushed himself up and out of his chair, chuckling a bit as the full outfit could be seen, which was a simple brown, rugged cloak hanging down to his knees could be seen, with black upside down triangles were tailored onto the edges of the hood. Sandals hugged his feet that seemed to be run down for the most part and along with his face, his hands, feet and calves seemed to be bandaged too. Slight humps from under his cloak were seen, but not much else.

"Looks like one of ya are coming along." Satsujin joked with the two while the man read off two more name which caught him by surprise as he gave an odd look to the boy that was first to the door. In his head, he was judging but alas, more people had energy needed to be spent on opposite things. Taking the stairs down while waving for Split to follow him, he took his sweet time going to the door with his hands held to his sides. Before he left the classroom, he turned to the rest."See ya cretins around." then left.

Yuna

Waaaait a minute... five names? Including her own? What? This wasn't how they were supposed to do things. Yuna would look back to her twin, worriedly, eyes lingering on her brother. "Split up from family again..." It was like salt on the wound, with their mother's current condition. Yuno being on a different team meant that Yuna couldn't protect him; there was a bitter taste in her mouth as she realized that a five-man cell was aggressively different than a three-man cell. The reason that most teams were built up with three people was because it was best for both synchronization and not-dying. Five people was a bit much... No doubt her brother would be able to see the anxiety building up in her glance as she hesitated for a moment, taking a moment before she parted with her twin. It would seem as if she had something to say, but she closed her mouth, turning away from Yuno and moving toward the door. She would take one more look at her brother, before silently following suit with the others. As she passed through the doors, she would stare at the rest; her face going blank.

"It's... as expected." A fuckin' sausage party. Well, if she looked at her sensei in the right light, he looked a bit girly. Just a bit. "Yuna Uzumaki." She introduced herself, glancing around her other teammates. "Sensei, why is this team different from the others?"

Jokuya and Sokuya

Joku tried giving a light, playful punch to Satsu’s shoulder before laughing too. Although Soku seemed to look away, underneath the mop of hair his expression was contorting into some annoyance. While Soku was annoyed, Joku would continue speaking to Satsu alone. “I bet our team is going to be better than yours!” He said this just as the door slid open, and their names were all called out one by one. While everyone else started to get up, Satsu made some remarks while Joku stood up. His head was bowed down, as he could be heard gently weeping. “Y–yes, I’m so hap–py we don’t have to spend … another moment in this place.” Joku was rubbing tears out of his eyes as he continued to audibly cry, walking towards the hallway doors. Soku didn’t move or even acknowledge it, and Satsu knowing the pair might understand why. To others, it would remain a random action while he stumbled into the hallway with his hands over his face.

Mozu

Stepping into the hallway he would move into the hall a bit to make room for the team to line up. As he turned on his heels Mozu already heard the patter of one seemingly eager young genin. The kid was quick, didn’t seem to dilly dally. Mozu was a bit pleased with the poise shown here by Jiro. Then the next genin, Satsujin, made his way out. Mozu took note of his insult to the class as he left the room but made no change to his blank face as he watched him file in as well. Next out was the young Kunoichi. The file said she was a bit vulgar. Mozu wondered how true this would be. There wasn’t much to infer at this point unfortunately. All she did was introduce herself as Yuna, an Uzumaki. This was interesting as not too many of them were in this village rather than Uzushiogakure. She seemed to do this right as the next genin made his way to fall into line. The gray haired boy seemed to have his head down as he came out though. Mozu then looked over the group and did a roll call in his head. First Jiro, then Satsujin, then Yuna, and then, well he wasn’t. From this angle the boy could be either Jokuya or Sokuya. Mozu would then opt to move a bit closer to the boy and bend down to get on eye level with him. From here he would see the tears on his face along with his hands. If the boy looked up to see the man now invading his personal space Mozu would take note of his orange hues in his eyes then speak, “Jokuya… Where is your brother? We’re all waiting for him.” If the boy didn’t look up in a timely manner Mozu would still say this just without calling his name. Afterwards the Jonin would stay in the squatted position as he waited for his answer. He did hear Yuna’s question and to that he held up a hand with only his index finger pointed out and up. He responded, “Good question, I will try to answer that as soon as we are all here.” His attention never left the gray haired boy in front of him as he continued. “Now then, your brother?”

Jiro

As he would walk through the door he would begin to strut around his sensei with a mass amount of confidence (Vince Mcmahon style) until he made a complete circle around the jonin. By this time a funny looking fella covered in a giant band-aid would make his way out next. Jiro's eyes would scan this weird looking fella for a few moments before the next of his teammates would make their entry. A red haired fireball see looked to be, foul mouthed if he remembered correctly from their days at the academy. Next towalk out would be quite the mope, head down and no eye contact. He would begin to scan his eyes upon this fella, but cool guy sensei would begin talking before he could make an assumption. He would quickly insert his cool guy dominance immediately "YEA THATS ME #1 BABY!" he would announce as loud as he could as he would turn and take a stance with his left arm on his waist and his right arm extended to its fullest with his index finger extended out. He would then hear his new cool guy sensei ask the mopey dope whom he would announce as Jokuya and ask him where his brother was. He would also hear Lady Dirt Mouth ask why their team was so special, in which cool guy sensei would respond politely that he would answer that as soon as they all showed up. "It is weird I thought there were five of us?" Jiro would say out loud still holding his pose of champions.

Satsujin

Chuckling to the light tap to his shoulder from Joku, he only kept going on with his typical course of actions he would in this moment. When he walked out to see the Hyuga that raced out, Satsujin only gave him a blank stare while he looked back to Joku, hearing his words and seeing him rubbing tears out of his eyes. Looking to the red haired girl following suit after him, he looked and noticed she was the foul mouthed girl from the days in the academy to now. A gentle roll of his eyes while he then looked to their new Sensei squatting down in front of his friend. Standing back a bit as he listened to the question, then even noticing him putting a finger up towards the fire haired gal, he stepped closer and from behind their Sensei, would use one of his bandaged hands to stretch open his right eye, opening his mouth behind the bandages, looking directly to Joku.

Yuna

Yuna was on her best behavior. Her new stepmother would burst her bubble pretty fucking quick in terms of punishments. Vulgarity didn't even begin to describe the attitude Yuna often held; however, she was surrounded by people she didn't quite know so much; she'd gone to a lot of trouble to get into fights with people from other classes, while keeping her own at a bit of an arm's length. She hadn't always been like this- a drop from the friendliest human being in the class to what became likely the iciest fireball in the world. Her eyes once more scanned the room as the desire built up within her; the desire to speak. She bit her tongue momentarily. God, was she going to die in this team? How unlucky. Of course, Jiro's shout startled her. She would stare at him, his demeanor more.... energetic than anything else. "Can you be #1 in shutting the fuck up, please?" Well, her vow of silence lasted all of a second.

Jokuya and Sokuya

As Mozu pressed on with his questions, Joku continued to cry. As the conversation ended, he let out a few more sobs before straightening up slowly. He looked directly at his teacher with a blank expression. His eyes were still watery, but they seemed to be clearing up a bit. Then, he went back into his usual bravado of chirpiness. "Sensei, he's right here!" Joku threw his right hand up and pointed over his shoulder, but by the time Mozu could even attempt standing up the second head had submerged within Joku's body once again. From the base of Joku's neck, Soku emerged once again. Green eyes shimmering like molten envy, as he gave a fiendish smile. "Miss me? You were counting heads right, not bodies!" Joku was about to say something when Soku's left arm reached out from behind his shoulder and began to pull at Joku's left cheek. "We're two of a kind, now and forever." Soku started to laugh while Joku pushed at his head with his own left arm, forcing him slightly away as the two chuckled at their own little antics.

Mozu

Eyeing down the small boy in front of him, Mozu would take note of the boy's teary eyes. The blank look in his own eyes unchanged as he questioned what this boy had to cry over. Maybe he didn’t get assigned to a squad with some of his friends, or a girl he liked. Maybe it could even be that he didn’t like that Mozu was the one leading his squad. Whatever the case it didn’t matter as the boy seemed to clear up  real quick and speak in a cheery tone. His words led to believe that Sokuya had already joined us but Mozu did not see them. However that was soon rectified when the disembodied head grew from Jokuya’s shoulders alongside his own. “Huh.. Interesting.” Mozu said without much of a blink in his piercing eyes. His gaze moved between the two siblings before he stood back up to his full height and looked over to the Hyuga and Uzumaki having what seemed to be the start of an argument. “Alright that's enough.

Now that everyone is here, let's get going. Like I said, we’re late.” Mozu would then step off without much more and head for the exit to the academy. He didn’t even look back for his group, expecting them to follow out of eagerness to be Genin. However he did keep an ear out to make sure he heard them following behind. It was now that he decided to address the female of the team’s question. “So Yuna.” He said not necessarily aimed at her but rather loud enough the whole group could hear as they walked. “The reason our squad is different from the others. Well, I haven’t got a clue.” There was a small pause here as he opened the doors to the academy and stepped out into the streets of Konoha expecting his team to be behind him. “That’s not entirely true, I guess.” He picked up from here. “I do know that there was need for an oddly numbered team due to the graduating class this year not being divisible by three, but until just a moment ago I didn’t know why I got a five person squad rather than having two four man squads.” Mozu took a stark turn into one of the outer roads of the village as he continued talking. “Now if I had to assume. Originally, from looking over your Academy files, I assumed you five were grouped together due to your low exam score. Like they wanted to make up for what you lacked in skill with added numbers. However, One of you scored very highly so that couldn’t be it.” His words seemed to hang in the air as he took another pause here as he slowly explained his opinion of this squad's formation. “The way I see it now is that it would be difficult to expect Jokuya and Sokuya to be on separate squads due to the nature of their, conection. Adversely putting them both on a team with another member would leave that team at a disadvantage as while it would be three people, it would feel like two bodies in a combat situation. There again adding them to a team with two others would be unfair to the other three man squads as it adds another personality to the mix and perhaps even another source for strategy. So I assume naturally the thought of adding him to the already large team was the most sensible choice.” After these words Mozu would click his heels together at a stop and turn around to look over his squad. If they had followed he would look to Jokuya and Sokuya and speak to them directly. “Sorry if I am making this team feel like its all because of you. The truth is,” His eyes then moved to the rest of the squad if they followed. “I have no idea why the rest of you were chosen to be on this squad, and it’s not my place to question the Hokage’s decision. These are all just my speculation with the information I have so far.”

Jiro would wait on and look as cool guy sensei was still addressing weird kid number 2 as bandage boy’s creepiness seemed to pale in comparison to crybaby mop head. Just as questions would be answered the foul mouthed wretch would show her true colors of nastiness. Telling the young prodigy to be number one in shutting the fuck up. This would make Jiro shut out everything around him as this rude prepubescent, flat chested wench had seemed to strike a nerve. Jiro’s eyes would tense up as the veins around his eyes would begin to pop making the purple hue in his eyes to pop a bit more, giving Yuna a death glare as his teeth began to grit a bit. He would point his finger that would once be pointed at the sky directly at her and begin to open his mouth, but before he could get a nice and encouraging word out cool guy sensei would intervene as his voice would cut through the intense thoughts in Jiro’s head bringing him back down to earth as his eyes eased and went back to normal. Cool guy sensei would quickly get them moving whether the rest would follow or not, Jiro would follow suite like a duck in line behind him as he gave his explanation to dirty witch Yuna’s previous question. Jiro would wait until he finished and would ask a question of his own while they continued walking “What are your cool powers cool guy sensei? You must be pretty strong no?”

Satsujin

With Joku's weeping having stopped and their new Sensei stood up, Satsujin would turn to the Uzumaki and Hyuga, scratching the back of his head gently starting to whistle as if he had done nothing the entire time but wait. That's when Mozu cut the two off from arguing after the girl's words as the young boy snickered to himself. Being quiet, the boy would follow behind Mozu and Jiro, his two arms relaxed behind his head in a cocky, yet relaxed state. As soon as they left the academy, Satsujin spit to the ground, continuing his stride behind the two in perfect line. As their Sensei would answer Yuna's question finally, he just listened to everything Mozu had to say, but at the end it was chopped up to being speculations. Hearing Jiro's question sparked interest in Satsujin as he peeked out from behind his lids, exposing his golden hued orb, staring directly at their Sensei now, as he awaited an answer. After a bit of time, his arms rested to their respected sides while he opened both eyes fully.

Yuna

Yuna stared at Jiro, almost expectantly, as if waiting for him to try something. The whole-ass bitch wouldn't be able to even leave a scratch on her. Not one that lasted for long, anyways. However- her thought process was similar. He was flat-chested as fuck; he looked like he barely had any muscle on that bone. Yuna, on the other hand, was toned and fairly muscled- as he failed to get in the last word, she felt validated by her sensei. She would stick out her tongue and give him the middle finger when she thought her sensei wasn't looking. "I wasn't a terrible student," Yuna muttered. She certainly wasn't dumb and she didn't do terribly in school- she simply found punching things more interesting than ninjutsu. As she listened to her sensei continue, she would nod along with him. "So, I have a twin. I was seperated from my twin. Five is a really weird number, as it's six when we count you on the field. Are you sure you can keep track of all of us at the same time?" It was a fairly casual question, not something that was meant to be an insult or anything like it; she was genuinely curious if he was a Hyuga, or something. She'd heard they could see pretty much anything. "Obviously he's dummy strong if he's put in charge of all five of us." Yuna would glance over to Joku and Soku. It reminded her of her own twin. She was a bit jealous they were able to remain together while she was seperated; however, she didn't hold any ill will toward them. She glanced over Satsujin, finally having noticed him for the first time. "What's with the bandages?" She asked, her final question for now.

Jokuya and Sokuya

Soku gave something of a rotten look towards their teacher, clearly he wasn't entirely freaked out by what he saw. Joku was still laughing but seemed to stop and turn his head this way and that as Soku retreated back to his usual position. The group seemed to be moving ahead, Joku walking silently behind Jiro with the group. With a perfect view behind him, Soku looked at the other two and stuck his tongue out towards them while a pair of hands came from under Joku's collar before pulling at his lips to make a smile. Joku fumbled about, laughing while he pulled away at Soku's fingers. Finally, the group had come to a stop when Mozu decided to answer one of their teammate's previous questions. Soku withdrew his hands back into Joku's body while their sensei began to speak. While it was harder to observe Soku's face from all of the hair in his face, Joku's had something similar. They both looked entirely confused as the entire monologue went by, but not confused as in they weren't understanding what was being told: They weren't really hearing it in the first place. Joku seemed to pick up the last sentence, laughing in an almost unnatural tone as he responded, "That's alright, Soku and I are used to being scraps!" Soku brought his head back to face Mozu's own while he began to pull on Joku's hair with a right hand. "That's right, even mom didn't want us. Who wants to have freaks like us?" Soku started guffawing loudly, Joku beginning to cry again as he brought a hand up and pinched Soku's nose. In an abrupt response, his own left hand moved back before giving a hook straight into Joku's face. Joku squealed a bit, stumbling back a few steps, while Soku moved back to his usual place. Joku now holding his mouth as he groaned slightly, "That hurt! Now my nose feels all funny!" Joku was trying to turn around to get a look at Soku while still holding onto his mouth. Soku scrunched up his face, feeling the slight annoyance of what Joku did. "Like you're one to talk!"

Mozu

When Mozu turned to apologize he was pleased to see his squad following behind. At least he wouldn't have to instruct them in non-verbal cues. As he finished off his guess as to why the team was structured in such a way he heard Jokuya and Sokuya’s responses. To anyone else they would seem like offhanded jokes, but Mozu knew the pain that was hidden behind self depreciation. This was evident as soon as he saw the tears beginning to well in Jokuya’s eyes again. To which Mozu responded to the rhetorical question Sokuya asked. “I do.” His tone was serious and in no way showed pity. In fact there was, for the first time, a stern look to their sensei. One that emphasized his serious tone. His posture only relaxed back to the unassuming look once he heard Yuna’s concerns. Particularly her one about him being able to keep track of each of them. He decided to answer the other concern first though, “Well obviously it is a bit harder to separate these two rather than you and your twin, as I’m sure you can see. Anyway, for your other question, I probably won't.” His answer was almost uncaring as he said it. A beat passed before he continued. “You all are ninja now. Genin even. I will be treating you as such, so don't expect me to baby you. If we enter a combat situation it is likely I will have my own battle to focus on. Outside of those, I will be training each of you. I hope to build you into the kind of ninja who won't have to rely on others to keep track of them.” After his explanation he turned to Jiro and began to respond to his question, “I’m sorry, cool powers? Well I have mastery of lightning and fire type nature transformation, but I would say my real skill is taijutsu.” His eyes then fell on the quiet boy in his bandages as he had just been asked a question. He was also the only one who hadn’t spoken up this whole time, perhaps he was the shyest of the shinobi here. Mozu would wait to see if the boy had a question himself or if he would answer Yuna’s before turning on his heels again and heading down the branched path they stopped at. Again expecting the group to follow as they headed out of the area of the village cluttered with houses and moved into the more rural area darted with fields and the odd house every now and then. Even the path here was more dirt than gravel and only seemed to be there from the worn away grass due to constant travel.

Flatlined

The group would continue on Jiro would lose his concentration on most of the groups conversation as his eyes began to wander about the scenery around them, Konoha what a nice place to live. He would gain focus again when the annoying voice of this red headed beast would pierce his ears saying their new sensei was dummy strong "Her vocabulary is that of a 6 year old still, parent's must be super proud." he would think to himself as they kept trotting along. Cool guy sensei would tell the group in a seemingly seriously tone that they were all considered ninja now, only genin but ninja nonetheless ninja. He would explain his plan of molding htem the best he could so they could be self sufficient and not have to depend on anyone. Jiro would look up to his sensei's back as his mouth would be grinning ear to ear, he loved learning new especially that would make him stronger. His sensei would finally answer his question and explain that he has a mastery of lightning and fire techniques and that his strong suit taijiutsu. This would make Jiro even more excited as he would begin to talk once more "HEY THATS MY SPECIALTY TOO!" Jiro would blurt out "My mom and dad taught me this old family technique called soft fist or something not cool, but it works pretty nice when I poke people because I can see inside your body." He would say as his blabbering finished. Cool guy sensei would then take them down a path that led to a rather country-esque area covered in fields, a few houses, and a dirt path. "I wonder where we are going now?!" Jiro would once again think to himself as his anxiousness began to set in.

Satsujin

Standing quietly in the back as the team spoke among themselves, he would slowly start to hum a gentle tune before blinking a few times and squatting down to look at the grass, but that's when the duo of Soku and Joku went back and forth with each other. Standing himself up and about to walk over to them, he heard the only female voice asking about his bandages. No hesitation was held back as he gave her a shifty eye'd look, the dull gray orb seeming enlarged compared to the other. "I got a highly contagious skin condition!" He said in a guttural voice and his tongue slipped from under the bandages while he started to cackle afterwards, wiping tears from his eyes as they soaked into the bandages and shook his head. "In all truth, don't feel comfortable in my own skin." He paused and stepped towards her, attempting to pat her back if she wasn't backing away already while he walked past her to follow their Sensei. Now with them being lead on a path that was more dirt than gravel like in the heart of the village, he looked about the surroundings to find the more fielded section of Konoha. Though under the robe, the frame of his torso seemed to twitch a bit if any had noticed for a little bit of time, his hands returning behind his head as he gave a relaxed walk again, sight seeing at this point and waiting to hear Mozu speak up to them, but it seemed like silence was all for now. Satsujin thought of questions he could ask, but at the end of it all, he just kept feeling the want to rush at their Sensei and brawl him, more than likely resulting in his own demise but that was growth. A simple "Hmph." was heard from him randomly after those thoughts while he started to whistle.

Yuna

"Oh, god." Yuna couldn't believe she shared a speciality with Jiro, of all people. She would visibly shudder in disgust. Leave it to a Hyuga to ruin all the fun in punching people. "My speciality... too." She looked down at the ground uncomfortably; his eyes were weird. He was weird. Dojutsu was just... weird. As someone who came from a clan who didn't really have any of that, she didn't see it as all that natural. As Satsujin responded to her, she looked him up and down. She just stared at him; specifically, at the bandages. She was quiet for a moment as he pat her back, holding the urge back to punch him and rip the bandages off his face out of pure curiousity. Still near-trembling from not being able to punch anything in her immediate radius, especially Jiro, who was just weirding her out by existing, her blood was boiling. She would grab onto Satsujin's arm, though, applying her strength to keep him in place. She had a genuine question. "Are you uncomfortable with your face because you're ugly, or because you don't like what you inherited from your parents?" It wasn't malicious in any manner; she chose to focus on being curious rather than punching Jiro.

Jokuya and Sokuya

Whenever Mozu responded to the things that Joku and Soku were saying about themselves, the two looked confused yet again. Joku visibly tried turning around, while still holding onto his nose, trying to get a look at his brother. While all the others started to finally speak, Joku idly took a step back and slowly let go of his nose. "Sensei's weird, right?" "Yeah, he's weird." Soku responded just as Satsu began to guffaw loudly at his own joke, reasoning as to why he was covered in bandages. Joku was still thinking about Jiro's comment, still trying to connect the dots on what exactly "Soft Fist" was. Like his brother, they weren't exactly well-educated about the other clans within Konoha; not even knowing about most clans within the Land of Fire for that matter. But then, like a lightning bolt crashing down, both Joku and Soku heard Yuna asking Satsujin some questions. Both turned to see, noticing that Yuna had tried grabbing onto Satsujin while doing this. Joku started to walk towards her slowly, running a hand through his hair, revealing his face. He had a malicious grin on his face, and a look in his eyes that couldn't be described without some uncertainty. Although Mozu might've experienced some people in his life that had that kind of baleful eye. Yet, strangely enough, it already seemed that his eyes were getting watery. Although his voice, as he spoke, sounded more than clear.

Mozu

Continuing down the path Mozu would pass a few more fields on each side of the path. It seemed like most were for some kind of livestock. However, some of the fields were recently flooded, either after a recent rice harvest or prepping for a new crop. He heard Jiro’s outburst about his type of fighting and thought a bit wondering if he meant gentle fist or strong fist. His words were so similar they could have meant either even though gentle fist is more likely in this scenario. He didn’t think about it long, coming to the thought that he would surely see it sooner or later. Instead Mozu focused on the sign they were approaching. Ashikaga Homestead, the sign read as Mozu placed a hand on the gate and turned back to his squad. HE spoke before taking in the sight, “Alright we’re here everyone.” He then saw the image of Yuna attempting to grab on to Satsujin, all while Jokuya and Sokuya were raining down a combined verbal attack on Yuna. His head tilted to the side as the azure hues to his eyes grew to look a bit more cold. He didn’t raise his voice, nor did he even speak. He just silently raised his hands to quickly form a few hand seals. He moved with all of his agility so he was certain none of his genin would be able to study his technique. If by some miracle they were able to, they would see him flash through tiger, dog, ram, and then back to dog before ending off in tiger. He then held this seal and watched to see if this exchange was going to become physical. His cold look seemed like it was directed into each of their eyes if any of them met his own. The only one who Mozu didn’t seem to have to worry about was Jiro, but he would see the same cold look if he caught Mozu’s eyes either way.

Jiro

They would continue through the rural area until they reached a sign and cool guy sensei would announce they had arrived. Jiro's excitement would continue until it happened. "Uh oh" Jiro would say out loud as everyone seemed to be ganging up on the red headed step child. Moppy head and his brother would have said some unsavory things that Jiro would think were funny as he would chuckle a bit as Joku and Soku would finish their sentiment to super bitch-chan. This would cause Jiro to look back towards cool guy sensei as he was now turned around. His hands were raised and he did some weird weaving thing that he had only seen his father do. "UH OH HE'S DOING THINGS GUYS, LAST TIME I SAW THAT MY DAD KICKED MY ASS." as cool guy sensei's hands would stop Jiro would look up further into his eyes. They were cold as ice, making his little spine quiver a bit as he seemed to be frozen in place. "Oh god they remind me of papa's when I play pranks around the compound!" he think to himself as he came back to his normal state and shuffled off to the side out of the way just incase things got spicy, he would have a first row seat to this ass chapping.

Satsujin

Hearing their Sensei speaking about having arrived to where they had to be, he felt a quick pull on his arm. Feeling how physically strong she was, a grin pursed to his lips while he stopped and lowered the arm she held onto, the other following suit a bit after. Listening to her words slowly made the grin behind the bandages become blank. Lifted a brow and as he was about to speak, Joku and Soku were rolling up behind them. Hearing his voice, Satsujin listened to them as he snickered to the comment about being better than her, loving the two brothers for sticking with him for this long. Though, Jiro's voice broke through the tension Satsujin was building up while he only looked over to see their Sensei standing there holding a hand seal. The grin surely manifested back onto his lips while the outline could be seen. Making eye contact with their cold Sensei. The shiver he felt crawling down his spine put his body into a spree of shaking, yet his eyes only widened with the grin stretching more. This feeling..it was amazing! The shift of moods in their Sensei was enough to bring just this out, what more could be brought out of him!? Satsujin kept pure eye contact with him the entirety of the time while he shrugged her hand off of him, or at least tried. "I don-" His words stopped while he would feel himself starting to calm down, the adrenaline a bit too much at this point with the excitement of just feeling someone stronger staring in his direction. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and looked back to Yuna with the same grin smacked under the bandages. "My parents left me in that rundown settlement and I'd rather not know what they looked like by seeing myself." As those words left his lips, the grin began to fade, and he started to walk towards Joku and Soku, patting them on the right shoulder blade.

"Always have each others backs, just like we promised." And offered them a humble smile before putting his arms back to behind his head, the torso area of his brown cloak twitching a bit as it seemed to move more than before, then settled. His eyes now fully captivated on watching Mozu-Sensei, thinking to himself 'One of these days..'

Yuna

"What way, dumbass? I dunno if you know, but people all rot the same when they die. Why would I give two and a half fucks about a half-baked opinion from the one brain cell the two of you have to rub together between yourselves?" It was clear Yuna didn't care, shrugging off the verbal assault as she rolled her eyes. The question wasn't meant to be offensive; merely curious. She had no intent on being physical, but if she did, someone's bones would get broken- and it wouldn't be hers. It was clear she wouldn't get along with anyone here, and that her entire life as a Genin would be absolutely stupid- for what little time she had it. She at least wanted a real experience, but these people- they weren't real. They were about as real as a balloon filled with air. Always talking. "As for backing away, do you really wanna threaten me? You wanna play these games with someone you're about to be on a team with, whose actual actions can result in your life or death someday? God, this team has depressingly low chances." She would turn to Mozu. His general hand-signs didn’t seem to bother her, and she didn’t know what he was doing; she couldn’t make them out, ironically. However, Satsujin had started shaking. Geez, had her question bothered him that much? Maybe it was best if she did stay away from these people. He wasn’t smiling anymore.His answer was different. She didn’t really understand it. “Well, you don’t look terrible and frankly, you’re not your parents. The body you have is yours, even if it may have similarities- personally, I don’t care, bandages or not. But- parents do stupid things sometimes.” She would let go of him, taking a breath and stepping away. Yeah, this wasn’t going to work. It was clear everyone here hated her, and she already had enough to worry about at home. These people were just distractions. It was unfair that she’d been separated from her twin- the only comfort she had. These people had each other. She had nobody here. She didn’t even want to be here. She would space herself away from the team, lagging back a little. Honestly, who could stop her if she just stopped showing up? As their sensei said, it wasn’t his job to keep track of them. It wasn’t like these people would actually ever care about her, and she had better things to do than play student, anyways. She would continue to linger a bit further back, considering making a break for it.

Jokuya and Sokuya

Joku began to slow down once Jiro yelled out that Mozu was going to do something. The twins had been entirely distracted, ignorant of what their teacher was going to do when they started to move. Joku looked over to his sensei, while Soku kept his head down. Joku’s eyes still held that strange look from before, but there was something of a sadness in it. But even that seemed false, or something just wasn’t right with it. Satsujin passed by and gave him a pat on the shoulder, to which Joku tried to smile but then Yuna kept on. While Soku slipped into his body, Joku’s face started to contort into total grief, as if someone had died right before his eyes. He turned back to Yuna and started walking towards her, his hands constantly brushing away tears. “You would say that about me and my brother? In front of everyone? I don’t thi–think it matters …” Joku was right next to Yuna now, still wiping the tears from his eyes while she commented on what Satsujin said. Joku’s arm just began to settle down when suddenly, a right arm came careening out of the side of his head, straight for Yuna’s own. It was balled up into a fist, with the intent of knocking her clean off her feet, or at least hopefully causing her to stumble. With her guard down, and her attention on Satsu, while Joku cried out the ocean: Soku was taking the opportunity to strike first.

At the same time, Soku’s head was emerging from atop Joku’s own, his eyes staring straight at Yuna to see if his punch would connect. It seemed all warning had been flung out the window whenever Yuna continued to insult the pair, and if Mozu had to do something to stop it: Now was the best chance.

Mozu

His vision and focus let everything unfold before him as if it was a movie Mozu had seen a hundred times. He took note of Sokuya’s arm coming forward from Jokuya’s head. His first instinct was to neutralize the threat, but for the first time the threat was also someone he needed to protect. His eyes would slightly narrow as he mulled over the idea of what to do. He was unsure if forcing Jokuya’s body back would even stop Sokuya from being able to continue delivering the attack. Either way the jutsu he had prepared would slow the attack down and cause his hand to become burned if that scenario was possible. Sokuya’s fist was getting closer to its mark, and Mozu knew he had to do something. With a final thought of how close they were to the village, and how it wouldn’t take long for Mozu to get the kid to medical support, Mozu flicked his hand down. It was a rush and a flash as a gust of chakra pressure followed by flames as a line was quickly drawn between Yuna and the brothers. The sudden wall of flames sprung up with a pressure that was more calculated to force Sokuya’s arm back and even push Jokuya to move back from the flames themselves. Yuna would likely also feel this force attempt to push her back as it generates from both sides of the wall upon creation. The attempt was made in a way to not injure either member but to simply disrupt the attack as well as put a barrier in between the two in order to call off the fight. If this were to succeed in both regards Mozu would then cut the silence with his own words, “That is just about enough. You all are a squad now, whether you like it or not doesn’t matter. As a ninja you don’t get to pick your teams. Sometimes you will get paired with people you don't even know for missions that will risk your lives. So I suggest you try to tolerate each other. Maybe even try to be friends.” His words didn’t really feel targeted to any person in particular. It was more like he was talking to the entire squad as a whole. At that moment Mozu would also watch to see if the fight was settling down. If the two, or three rather, looked like they were not going to go forward with the fight Mozu would drop the wall of flames and allow it to put itself out before speaking again, “Now as I was saying, we arrived at our destination. Welcome to Ashikaga Homestead, and the site of your first real mission as shinobi.”He allowed the last part to linger in as he finally informed the group that they will be starting a mission immediately. “I hope you all try to behave at your best as this mission not only will reflect on yourselves, but also on me, and on the Leaf Village as well.” After that Mozu fell a bit quiet and waited to see if anyone had any questions before he led them into the mission officially.

Jiro

Jiro would turn his attention after getting out of the way of cool guy sensei and the rest of his squad noticing what was going down. He would hear band aid boy talk about his past, but this wasn't as interesting as what was about to happen. The crying kid would say a few things to Yuna before getting right by her as his "brother" slipped back into his body, maybe she hurt his feelings? Seemed to be that way either way this kid's ability to share the same body with his brother was pretty cool, creepy but cool. Joku seemed to be crying again, but this time an arm would be coming out of the side of his head headed straight for super bitch-chan's head. "HERE WE GO!!!!" Jiro would yell as he turned his head to his sensei to see what he was going to do to intervene. Within what seemed like seconds a flash of bright light would arise from between Jokuya and Yuna along with a pretty strong feeling of heat, causing Jiro to put his arm up in front of his face to block out the fire that seemed to have been summoned. Jiro would hear his sensei say that this was enough, but would it be? Jiro would lower his arm and look back at the two and see what would unfold after this possible altercation.(edited)

Satsujin

Still walking by the brothers and patting their back as he spoke to them, then becoming lost in his new thoughts of how to beat Mozu-Sensei even when he knew nothing about the man, the bright flash of fire engulfed his eyes. Burning against the golden hue, blazing it up in light while the dull gray was better for the full reflection of flames that erupted. Satsujin was blind to it all. Even when Yuna along with Joku and Soku went back and forth, Satsujin was just feeding on the thought of their Sensei, so he didn't know of anything said directly after Jiro's words got his attention. Like first nature though, his body reacted with being so close to the brothers. The boy wasn't the fastest but the moment he noticed the trajectory, his body simply reached for Joku and Soku. An intense ripping sound can from his cloak as two extra arms shot through the cloth. Satsujin attempted to grab the neck of Joku's shirt, pulling him back and if successful would wrap his arms around the chest and waist while throwing him behind himself to get away from the flames while also putting all three arms up to act as a shield from the waves of heat coming at him while hopping back. Though, if Satsujin wasn't fast enough to catch Joku's shirt had he moved, the boy would proceed to put his arms up and hop backwards away from the flames with worry in his mind of his friend. Providing everything went correctly and the small fight that was trying to be started was put on hold, Mozu's voice broke through while Satsujin listened to his words, simply giving him a gaze and nod. At this point if the fighting had settled down and the fires were extinguished, the boy would pull his extra arms through the cloth of the cloak, hiding them again whilst he just listened closely, but still making sure Joku and Soku were alright.

Yuna

Yuna's level of speed and reaction time wasn't the greatest. She was entirely calm as the boys aimed a hit toward her; the only thing she didn't expect was the wall between them, which was attempting to push her back as well; her foot placement gave her a steady bearing, but she still stepped back, not fighting against the current but moving with it. She took no offense to the two trying to hit her; in fact, she didn't seem to even blink. Instead, she wouldn't even acknowledge them; if they couldn't hit her, they weren't worth a second glance. Besides, it's not like they would do much harm anyways, even if the hit had connected. "I'm not trying to fight anyone, sensei. For once, I didn't throw the first punch. Weird how the world gets all topsy turvy, isn't it?" Yuna would shrug at their sensei's words. She didn't really have anything else to say. However, even with all of the excitement, she realized nobody had actually asked a question. So, she would. "Sensei, what exactly is our mission? We haven't been told what we're doing, and I feel it's important to know what we're supposed to be carrying out." He wasn't really gonna throw them into a mission without telling them whether they're stealing something, hurting someone, or protecting something, right? Right???

Jokuya and Sokuya

Just as Soku went in for the punch, a wild light flashed in his eyes while Joku felt a cluster of arms grip him before being pulled back. Given Joku was barely aware of the situation, he couldn't have anticipated the situation so he didn't do anything to stop Satsujin from removing him from the situation. Soku on the other hand had already completely emerged his head from Joku's body. He swiveled in place, his arm turning with him in attempt to harm whatever had grabbed the two. As soon as he realized it was Satsujin holding him back however, Soku froze in place. His fist twitched, constraining itself as he forcibly opened it before relaxing. His breathing was uneven and fast, but after a second he began to calm down. The arm retracted into Joku's body while Soku himself began to laugh aloud. "We got sensei to show his moves! Heh!" Soku turned his head to face Mozu before sticking his tongue out and flipping it about. He began to partially submerge into his brother's body, half of his face reaching down to Joku's (opposite of Satsujin). Soku seemed to whisper something, but even with how close Satsu was it didn't seem more than a murmur. Soku fully retracted into his usual position just as Joku seemed to snap out of it. With a sharp inhale through his nose, Joku began to rub the tears out of his eyes. Snapping out his grieving state, he turned to Satsujin and blankly stated. "Thanks … you can let go of us now." His face seemed wet from the tears, his eyes bloodshot too. Yet, he seemed to be fine enough with how he was currently speaking. Something that Satsujin might've known from the group's time together. Joku began to gently pat the side of Satsujin's shoulder, now beginning to whisper in his ear.

"Soku says we should definitely see what sensei's capable of. Maybe we'll actually see something cool if we keep on," Joku turned to look at the impressive fire wall or where it had once been before blowing it off with a gesture of his hand, "He's gotta have cooler shit than this."

Mozu

Everything seemed to have become a bit calmer. Mozu took a moment to wonder why he ever decided to be a squad leader. It hardly benefited him in what he aimed to do. It was too late now though. He had the squad and they needed to be trained. Just then it was Sokuya that pulled him out of thought with his outburst about Mozu’s moves. The fire quickly was extinguished as Mozu added in, “I’m sure you will become very familiar with what I can do as we go on as a team.” Mozu nodded and turned to address Yuna’s question. She definitely struck him as the quizzical one. The rest of the squad seemed to just roll with the flow, but she always questions something. To the question about their mission Mozu would respond, “Today we have a D-Rank Mission, something easy to start you guys out with. We will be planting potatoes for Mr. Ashikaga. You see he is getting up there in age so bending down to dig each hole and place the potatoes in is difficult for him. That's where you guys come in.” Mozu would then reach down and unlatch the gate they were standing in front of. He opened the door a bit and gestured his hand as if to ask the genin to go first.  This gate led into a rather large field of freshly tilled soil. Along the fence there were boxes of cured and cubed potatoes perfect for planting. There were also a few hand hoes for them to use when digging the holes they would be placing the potatoes into. Mozu would wait until each genin entered the gate before following in behind them and speaking out, “All right shall we get started?”

Jiro

"Well that was interesting" Jiro would think as the flames extinguished and Joku and Soku began a fit of laughter almost teasing their Sensei about getting him to show his moves. Yuna on the other hand seemed to take it well? Most of her attitude seemed like a front of insecurity of sorts... Time would tell. She would however be the first to ask what their mission was though which was the first cool thing she did. Cool guy sensei would respond that they were here on a D-rank mission to plant potatos for Mr. Ashikaga as he is now old and decrepit and needs our help to plant his potatos. Cool guy sennsei would unlatch the gate in front of them revealing lands of freshly tended to top soil. Boxes of potatos lined the gate of the fence which needed to be planted, he would gesture that they enter and Jiro would not hesitate. Jiro would again raise his arm up in the and extend his index finger "I WILL BE THE POTATO MASTER! LAST ONE IN IS A ROTTEN EGG!" he would yell out loud and he bolted past Mozu grabbing a hand hoe and then stuffing his pockets full of potatos beginning to plant them in the nearest row.

Satsujin

With everything happening and hearing the uneasy breathing of one of the brothers. Simply not giving much attention to it, he heard the breaths calm itself as he heard Soku laugh and talk about their Sensei's moves. Satsujin himself though only chuckled he said "Yeah we did!" To him in utter excitement while he then seemed to be retracting back into Joku's body. Unable to hear what was being said even with them so close other than obvious mumbles to each other. The sharp inhale from Joku made Satsujin turn his head quickly but just gave a sigh of relief to see Joku starting to rub tears out of his eyes. Hearing about how he could let go of them, Satsu just blinked a few times and set them down. "I was..distracted." while he felt a pat after noticing the wet face and bloodshot eyes then whispering came to his ear. As soon as he heard the entirety of what was said, a grin formed under the bandages while he gently turned his head, turning away from Mozu-Sensei, saying "I definitely agree but wait til his guard is down again so we can see something else, we'll make sure it's closer too." the grin grew more as their Sensei started to speak. Turning to give him the attention he needed as he spoke a bit, then proceeded to let the information for their D-Rank mission come flowing out, he listened clear. Seeing the gate then unlatch the gate, gesturing them in. Though as soon as he finished talking and Jiro shouted, running in to get started. Sighing lightly while he rolled his eyes "Master of the Potatoes, huh? Sounds like you'll end up like old man Ashikaga." Walking past their Sensei following suit, he would grab a hand hoe and would just start to dig holes. Slowly he'd pull the soil making a decent hole, then moved to the next. He was being lazy but defined in his method at least instead of zooming through it all, so far showing himself to be the lazy one of the team. He could probably get it all done with all six arms or like Jiro did, but it was a waste of energy.

Yuna

Yuna was more than happy to get fired up. She'd done worse training voraciously, and although she may not be the speediest, she was likely the sturdiest. She would forego the hoe, not wanting to get mixed up in the slow-moving shit her peers were getting into; she'd begin digging through the earth with her bare hands, parting it as she made space for the seeds to go. Instead of planting, however, she focused entirely on digging. "Anyone want to pop in some seeds? If someone comes behind and plants or whatever, it'll go faster, since I know I can probably dig the fastest." Mostly because sifting through the earth was near-effortless, but she was offering a plan that would get the job done quicker, while also suit her needs. She didn't mind the dirty jobs; besides, there was a competitive aspect to it. Digging before someone reached her with planting. It was clear she was gonna keep digging holes, so it was anyone's option to start planting.

Jokuya and Sokuya

Joku let a disgusting smile form on his face whenever Satsujin agreed to the plan. That was whenever Joku noticed their sensei talking about planting potatoes. The smile disappeared, and instead started to screw up in disappointment. He understood some kinds of labor, but this was literally just helping the elderly. While everyone jumped at the first chance to start planting potatoes, Joku kind of stood still and giving a side-glance as if trying to see what Soku thought of it. Although it didn't seem as though his twin had much to say at the moment. Reluctantly he started to step forward, trying to get a view of the area they'd be working on while getting closer to his teacher. Once he was next to Mozu's side, Joku was about to say something when Soku cut him off. "So we're going to plant potatoes today? Are we farmers? I don't remember our teacher telling us how to plant dirt plants into the ground in training." Joku gave an exasperated sigh while scratching at his head, "Maybe we missed it during sparring? Or learning to count kunai? Sheesh, I thought we would break someone's bones or something like that." It was hard to see through all of Joku's hair, but he was staring intensely at Yuna. 'Quick to move on. I wonder if she even has a spine with as much shit she talks.' The thought came into Joku's mind as he watched her prep to work. She was able to move on, but Joku and Soku were the kind to let these things sit. Stir, and boil, until the very last moment.

Mozu

As he watched his students begin to start planting the potatoes Mozu would latch the gate back behind everyone. He admired the eagerness that Jiro showed even though he assumed most would not be satisfied by such an easy mission. Then, almost on cue, Jokuya and Sokuya started their complaints. Mozu didn’t owe these kids an explanation but he decided to give one as he made his way over to the tools to grab his own hand hoe. “Many missions a shinobi will be sent on involve infiltration. You may need to blend in as an unassuming farmer one day. It's easier to play that role if you have actually done it once or twice. Plus doing this will help the village and provide many households with potatoes come fall. That's what makes it a D rank mission, it benefits the village and keeps your skills sharp.” Mozu then tucked the hand hoe into the loose fabric tied at his waist and then took another stretch of fabric and tied it around his body over his shoulder. This created a form of pouch over his chest where he would place a large amount of the cubed potatoes. He then made his way over to a vacant spot of the field and would begin to chop little holes into the soil. His hand hoe made quick work at moving the earth out of the way and allowing him to drop the seedling potato in before recovering it in the topsoil. Mozu then looked over to the rest of them to see how they were getting on and started to speak once more. “So since we have a bit of time here, how bout you guys tell me about yourselves. What kind of goals do you all have and where do you hope to be by the time you guys are Jonin.” Mozu was genuinely curious but was also using this as a moment to gather information that may help him train his team.

Jiro

Once Jiro got started he didn't really pay attention to his new squadmates much but curiousity would get to him as he would stare over as it seemed the rest would enter through the gate. Once he did he would hear Yuna ask if anyone would want to e she dug the holes. She had been quite rotten and mean up to this part and still had an annoyingly uppity attitude as she spoke as if she were too good to do this type of work, but Jiro would race over as maybe she was getting what being a team was all about... Working together. Jiro would reach the first that she had dug and reach into his pocket and throw a potato down inside before covering the hole with the dirt she has parted to make it from the sides. "TAG TEAM DREAM YEAAHHHH!!!!" he would yell out loud as he continued on slam dunking potatos into the ground like a fucking champ until he would catch up to her. It was at this time he would hear cool guy sensei begin to talk about the reasoning of simple missions and the impacts that they can make on the village. Jiro would keep quiet for once as he continued on, but cool guy sensei, after a brief pause of silence, would ask them to talk about themselves, explain their goals and future plans. Jiro being one to never shy away from being first would begin talking, taking a pose pointing straight at cool guy sensei. "I want to prove to my clan that I am worthy of succeeding my father as the leader of my clan first and foremost! To become a great friend and ally to anyone I come across that will let me! FINALLY TO BECOME STRONG ENOUGH TO KEEP EVERYONE IN THE VILLAGE SAFE FROM ANYTHING THAT MAY THREATEN IT! I WILL BECOME HOKAGE!". "That is all." he would finish saying as he went back to filling holes with potatos.

Satsujin

Being humbly by himself in the midst of his own form of work, he simply listened to Mozu-Sensei's reasoning for the mission. It made sense to a degree, but seemed more like what academy students should do for experience if anything. He wasn't the one to make rules or pick out their missions though, so having to deal with what he was given was all he could do for the time being. From this moment though as the thoughts filled his head, he heard Yuna's question to them all while Jiro hopped on over being excited as usual in his lively self speaking of "Tag Team Dream". As silence shaded over them, Satsujin just sat back and did his work of making holes at this point. Some weren't the same size as others but it would do from what he knew at least. Becoming lost in that small moment of time within his head, his different colored eyes looked through the locks towards their Sensei, imagining what else he was capable of. Though, noticing his lips move, he snapped back into reality while he listened to the question. Already feeling it come, he looked over to see the Hyuga standing and pointing towards Mozu-Sensei, going off on a tangent of his own aspirations and what he wanted to do in terms of the question. Then finished it with wanting to be Hokage. Deadpanning his stare at the speculation of Jiro's vigor and charisma, he took a deep breath in through his nose and lifted his eyebrows, looking back down to the ground and continuing his work. Though, after he had finished, Satsujin just lifted his head up to look towards Mozu, parting his lips for a moment as he stopped and then started to finally speak. "I want to face the next big challenge over and over until it either kills me or I win, so I can continue to do the next one. Becoming the strongest is all I care for, even if it involves casualties." His grip on the hoe in his hand gripped. "I'll stop at nothing for that goal, even if I need to give up a piece of me for it." His words were honest in tone. With that, the grip on his hand hoe went back to normal while he quietly went back to creating the small pockets for the potatoes. Impressively at work from minding himself.

Yuna

Yuna stared at Jiro for a moment. He seemed to have his life planned out, which was a far cry from where she was. She continued digging holes, until Satsujin spoke. Oh, god, that depressing feeling of potentially dying was coming back. Wasn’t he borderline suicidal? Would he run toward something stronger than him rather than away from it? Shivers went down Yuna’s spine as she thought on whether she should answer the question or not. “My goal is to not die, so I can live to fight another day. I guess I need to be the leader of my clan... so learning leadership skills would be nice. I was never as good as my sister, though.” She let something slip; speaking about her sister as if she was gone. Shaking it off, she would go back to digging holes to push her mind away from her family and into work.

Mozu

His movements seemed slow and meticulous. If the others watched him work they would likely wonder why he was moving so slow. That is until they notice how far along the row he had worked. It was almost unprecedented. It wasn’t like he was moving any faster than the others, yet he was getting the work done quicker somehow. However if you looked closer you would see with each swing of his hand hoe he would dig long trenches and drop three potatoes along the line before covering them again. Mozu was effectively tripling his productivity while giving the same amount of effort as everyone else. This was clearly an example of experience that the genin just didn’t have. As he worked he listened to each as they stated their goals. It seems Jiro dreams big. He has a good heart but can he keep up with what that requires, Mozu wondered. Satsujin seemed the most reckless, wanting to fight strong opponents. ‘OK, I will need to train this one a lot’, Mozu thought as he heard Satsujin. Then came Yuna’s words. The goal she had was one that bothered him a bit. Trying not to die is definitely something a shinobi should work hard to achieve, but to worry about it enough to make it your goal. This was concerning. Mozu didn’t know if she was really cut out to be a shinobi after that statement. More evaluation would be necessary. Hopefully she proves him wrong. Then there was silence. This is where Mozu expected Jokuya or Sokuya to input their goals. Them being silent seemed out of character. Had Mozu lost their respect after breaking up that fight? Mozu’s eyes shifted up to look over to Jokuya and Sokuya. He could only ponder the boys’ intentions before he tried to keep the conversation going. “Interesting, So what subjects did you each like best and which did you exceed in, at the academy?” Mozu’s question may come off as strange to ask about their school life but his intent was to find out more about which skills they enjoy and which they were talented with as shinobi.

Jiro

Jiro would pause after giving his answer to cool guy sensei. Satsujin would give a rather stern and dull answer, of course we all want to become stronger... but he seemed to take that ten fold. Next would be Yuna and she would give an even more bleak answer. "Of course we all want to work to not die, but that is the life of a shinobi.". "Death comes for us all, it is just a matter of when." Jiro would think to himself as he would turn his head towards her and give her a smile stretched ear to ear. "I'm sure I'm not alone in this mindset, but you are all not just my friends now but my comrades! Whether we celebrate our success or share the disappointment of our shortcomings, we will always do it together! YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO GO AT IT ALONE SO LONG AS I'M YOUR ALLY!" Jiro would say to his group as he extended his arm out with his fist balled up to Yuna, signalling that he was giving her a fist bump smile still pasted on his face. It was a little bit past this statement that cool guy sensei would ask another question "What subjects did each of them thrive in?". Jiro would still be facing Yuna awaiting his awesome return fist bump as he would answer cheerfully. "I really wasn't spectacular at anything sensei, good enough to get through... BUT THAT'S SOMETHING I WANT TO WORK AT! MY WILL TO WORK AND LEARN IS UNENDING!" He would finish with as he awaited a response.

Stasujin

Taking a moment to look over at Yuna as she gave her answer, the boy just gave a dead glare towards her in disappointment. Had that been her only true goal? Not even becoming her clan leader from her words sounded like it enthused her.. Then again, who was he to judge when his own goals were the complete opposite as her. Obviously she was the weakest link mentality wise for the life of a shinobi, but perhaps that would change as they went on. Jiro piped up to her answer as Satsujin's eyes glanced to Jokuya and Sokuya, wondering slightly just what they would say that perhaps he didn't know. But there was nothing from them, but then Jiro spoke about them being friends and comrades to him. Looking down to his work as he continued, he would stop for a moment as he thought to himself 'You're all meat shields to me.' While he then heard Mozu-Sensei's new question, suddenly Jiro again answered quickly in his usual way. After he was done, Satsujin simply stated "Best was learning ninjutsu basics, favorites were hand-to-hand combat and weapons training." The somber voice of a distracted young man was all to be heard only for him to continue the row, almost done at this point which was about time to put potatoes in them.

Yuna

Yuna's own fist extended to Jiro for the fist bump, whether it be spiritually or physically. He was the sole human with any level of likability here, as of current. Everyone else seemed terribly stuck up and... weird. Just, weird. "I exceeded in punching people." That was pretty much all Yuna had to say. "Punching people and being punched. It got to the point where I wasn't really allowed to punch people." At least she had that going for her. "I exceed expectations in Taijutsu. There was pretty much nobody who could win in hand-to-hand combat against me." Unless it was an Akimichi, but then it was just unfair.

Jokuya and Sokuya

Joku was just sitting there, observing. Just a few moments ago, Soku had whispered something else into his ear. Whatever it was, it was interesting enough that the two of them didn't even bother responding to anything Mozu said to them. Over time, Joku's expression seemed to be changing although he seemed to be trying to stop it from happening. Then, as Yuna finished her comment about Taijutsu, both Joku and Soku began to laugh raucously. Today had felt so stressful, but it seemed now that a weight was lifted from Joku's shoulders. Soku began to call out, "There's no way this is what we were meant to do right?" Joku laughed back, turning slightly as he spoke to his twin, "No, no way!" Jokuya completely turned around, facing against the group as he started to walk back to the village. Soku lifted his head up finally, shaking it this way and that to get some of the hair out of his face. "You guys can have fun playing as farmers, we've got better things to do. Maybe find a team that isn't so boring? Heheheheheh!" Jokuya turned his head slightly to the side, his brows becoming cross as he spoke with some concern. "Wait, Satsu is on the team too." "True, but he doesn't make up the whole team, does he?" Sokuya looked towards Satsujin and brought his left arm from out Joku's back before waving to him. "Six-Arms! We'll see you back home, alright? Tell us how much fun you've had planting potatoes!" Sokuya started to crack himself up so much that it sounded like he was choking on something. That was when Joku started to walk backwards so he could momentarily face Satsu himself. "Oi, you're a lot stronger than us if you're willing to put up with this. Our plan is still on, and maybe some more fun things too once you get home. Stay frosty!" With that, Joku turned around before turning around a bend in the road to disappear from sight. Others could certainly try to stop the twins, but what good would it be if they had already made their decision on the matter?

-Jokuya and Sokuya Depart from the Session

Mozu

Mozu’s eyes moved down from Jokuya and Sokuya’s form to meet the soil he was filling with potatoes below his feet. The boys showed no intention of even trying to complete the mission laid before them. While this was concerning to Mozu, he did not see a reason to concern the other members of his team with this matter. He knew there would be a conversation later about these actions but now isn't the time for it. Soon he heard Jiro’s response which didn’t quite give him the information he was looking for. Then came Satsujin’s answer. He gave a much more direct and clear answer without any fluff. Definitely a no nonsense type of individual. If it wasn’t about getting stronger, Satsujin didn’t seem to care. Finally Yuna spoke up. To little surprise she exceeded in taijutsu. Perhaps she would need more rounding out then. Mozu then heard Sokuya question the mission itself. He placed his hoe to his side and raised up on his knees to look up at the boys’ shared body. He watched as Jokuya turned away from each of them and began to walk away. Mozu’s head softly tilted to one side as his stern eyes only watched them get further away. Sokuya’s words were not phasing any part of Mozu’s expression. Instead Mozu stood up once the pair was out of sight and walked back over to the bins to return his equipment. He then looked over his team to check on their progress and began to speak again. “It seems we now have a normal sized team.” Mozu would cross his hands and tilt his head over to the other side. “So a taijutsu specialist,” He said nodding to Yuna, “a Ninjutsu and weapons mixed bag,” said as he nodded to Satsujin, “and someone just good enough to pass,” as he nodded to Jiro. “Last question, what is something you hate with every fiber of your being. Something you would rather destroy or, failing that, die before having to deal with.” The stern look in his face from when they first met had returned and seemed to be stuck there like it belonged.

Jiro

Jiro would feel Yuna's fist bump and it was at that moment he had broken the first wall of defense within this preteen monster, but that was a good thing they were his friends now! He would then listen to each of their answers as they seemed intriguing. Satsujin seemed like your run of the mill quiet kid, a ninjutsu trickster with a knack for weapons. Yuna seemed to be the strongest on the team stating that her specialty was taijutsu and that no one in could beat her in a straight up fight except an Akimichi, "Not quite sure if that ius a fat joke or not?" Jiro would think to himself as his eyes swayed over to Joku and Soku. The tandem seemed to be done and leaving, potatos didn't seem to be their forte as they walked off saying some striking words to cool guy sensei. Jiro would assume that Mozu would try to stop them but he acted as if they weren't there to begin with and addressed the remainder of the team once more. Saying that they were now a normal sized team as he stared and nodded at each of them addressing them by their answers. "The Taijutsu specialist." in Yuna, "The Ninjutsu mixed bag of tricks." in Satsujin, and "The one who was just good enough to pass." in Jiro. He knew wasn't the strongest and never would pretend to be, but there is a will within Jiro that can break even the strongest opponent, the iron wall of perseverance that dwelled in his outspoken and of the wall personality. Mozu would then ask them what the one thing in world that they hate with everything in them, something they would rather die than deal with. Of course Jiro would be the first to speak "Spiders, big ones... NEVER LIKED EM THEY FREAK ME OUT MAN!" he would calmy say before his voice would crack as it got louder, his body would give a small shiver as he looked up at his sensei.

Satsujin

As Joku and Soku would begin their laugh from the moment Yuna answered, the boy just looked over to the pair while he listened to their respected words. Much like them, he didn't understand why they were assisting with this farm in the first place or maybe it was Satsujin just not caring but considering the state they were in, it was just his luck to have been stuck in it. Perseverance to say the least while he looked down to the holes he was digging before standing up and hearing his nickname. Looking over, he threw his hand up a bit in a wave "Alright, Sokuya." His time in farming had given for a dull mood yet that's when Jokuya turned around and spoke to him. Nodding lightly while he waved again but more broad "Understood, Jokuya!" Watching as they now left, any form of emotion wiped from his face while he gripped the hoe and started to walk back to grab potatoes as Mozu did the same. When Mozu-Sensei asked the last question in the middle of him picking up potatoes, being close to him now near the equipment. Of course he had to keep his answer back due to Big-Mouth Jiro answering immediately. It was almost amusing for the sheer fact that it'd be a guessing game for people that didn't know the squad. Still wasn't that funny though due to his answer. Turning his head to look over his shoulder at Jiro. "Don't like spiders, eh?" In a low voice before he just turned back to gripping at the potatoes before stepping back to look at Mozu-Sensei in the eyes with the odd looking eyes Satsujin had. "Everything. If you'd like a more detailed answer, humanity itself." The bandaged face was hard to tell exact emotions but could feel the cold stare just looming there for a moment. As the silence would beckon in for a few seconds or until Yuna chimed in with her answer, Satsujin stood there staring back. The moment she started to speak, Satsujin would turn away and go back to his row, beginning to put the potatoes in with ease, laying the dirt over them with a light stomp.

Yuna

Yuna completely, utterly ignored Joku and Soku. The beginnings of her revenge were happening; what they didn't realize is that she didn't let it go. No, she let it boil, stir, and fry. To Yuna, they might as well not exist. In her field of vision, they weren't there. It wouldn't matter, anyways, because they now legitimately weren't there, and she could kick back and relax, with them having given her exactly what she wanted- for them to fuck off. It was the best possible day, and her grin stretched wider as she realized how she wouldn't have to deal with them for the rest of the day. They had made her day, and they were unable to realize such a thing. Although Mozu was faster, it was only to be expected. She would once more dig with her hands, despite not being as fast as their sensei- there had to be some element of enjoyment to every job, and this was her enjoyment. If you can't love what you do, why do it? She would wait until Joku and Soku were gone, before speaking up herself. And then, she'd say absolutely nothing. Just look back and forth between her team, and shrug. It was the answer. She wasn't afraid of anything, in her opinion. Even death had a particular reason for why she didn't want to die. She didn't care about dying. She cared about what she couldn't do after death, and that was solve worldly issues. Her devotion to that resolution ran deeper than blood; nothing would stop her. No matter how painful or scary.

Mozu

As he finished the question, mozu would lean back against the fencing on the edge of the field. It looked like everyone was nearing the end of their segment of the planting. Soon they would all be able to go home and relax again. Soon after completing his question Jiro again was the first to fire off an answer. Spiders were this boy's weakness huh. Odd thing for a shinobi to be afraid of but who was mozu to judge. Up next came Satsujin. It seemed that this boy had an established distrust of people. Perhaps something traumatic happened in his early life to make him distrustful. Then again wasn’t this kid found abandoned on one of the roads to the village. Either way, it seemed Mozu would have a lot of work ahead of him with that one. Finally it was Yuna’s turn, but she never spoke. She seemed like she was going to but never said anything. Mozu would just look over to her and ask bluntly, “What, there is nothing you hate in this world? Surely there must be something.” His gaze lingered for a bit as the icy blue hues almost seemed to glow with how bright they were compared to the rest of his outfit and the hair that framed his face. “Fine. It looks like we are just about done here so let's wrap this up and get back to the mission hall so we can get paid.” Mozu knew that while this work wasn’t necessarily exciting, there was one part that would be. That was getting paid. Who didn’t like getting paid after a bunch of labor. It was easily the reason to do it all. While everyone finished up their sections Mozu would take an unfiltered look at his team and access the traits he had recently learned about them all, and if you look close enough, it almost looked like he was smiling.

Jiro

Jiro would listen as creepy toilet paper kid asked in an eerie voice if indeed he didn't like spiders. "WELL YEAH THEY ARE CREEPY WHEREVER THERE ARE SPIDERS THERE ARE ALWAYS BAD THINGS" Jiro would yell as he would kinda slouch over and let out a small pant of breath before inhaling. He would turn to Yuna, but she would never respond to the question. "Girls really are a weird species." he would think to himself as Mozu sensei would talk again about how they were pretty much done and that they should wrap up and get back to the village to collect their compensation. "We get paid?!" he would blurt out excitingly "I CAN BUY ALL THE CANDY I WANT! LETS GET GOING!" He would yell lastly as he would stand in place hands on his hips wearing a giant grin as he let out a spout of cheerful laughter. This might be the start of a great adventure, something Jiro lives for.(edited)

Satsujin

While he heard Jiro's response to his question, Satsujin just let out a soft suck of his teeth and looked the other way. "If ya say so." While he continued on to answer Mozu-Sensei and then go back to finishing up his row of potato planting. The boy would have noticed that Yuna didn't seem to answer. That's when their Sensei mentioned about wrapping it all up and getting paid once they got back to the mission hall. "Some weapons to buy after then, if I can afford them." He mentioned while Jiro spoke of buying candy. Finally done planting the rest of the potatoes, Satsujin would step over towards Jiro with his arms behind his head, under the cloak, his torso seemed to move oddly a bit more than before but from the sides as the boy seemed to relax in his stance. Side-eyeing over to Yuna as he watched her, seeing if she was close to finishing, he looked back to Mozu-Sensei and asked him "What is it you hate, Sensei?" Afterwards, he simply just stood still.

Yuna

She was definitely close to finishing; finishing was fairly easy. It was never a bother to her in the first place. She was done fairly soon after the others, finishing up with a final few pats to the soil. Her only response to Mozu's blue eyes was staring back with her green ones. She didn't seem too keen on budging; she had no idea how long she was going to be in this team, or, at the very least, within the company of this team. Her interest in answering questions was waning; there were too many questions she had on her own to really explain the situation to others. Other kids wouldn't have those answers. Her sensei surely, almost certainly wouldn't have those answers. Maybe the answer where she had to murder her sister, but not neccesarily how to escape that role. "I'm ready to go," Yuna said, standing up from her crouching position. She wouldn't trust them. She couldn't. Not yet, at the very least- only time would tell if they were trustworthy. Until then, however, she had no intention of 'unloading'.

Mozu

”What do I hate?” Mozu was taken back for a moment. No one had been asking any questions this whole time. It took him by surprise to have the tables turned on him like this. He had to think for a moment about if he should tell these students about the passions that drive him or if he should keep that side locked away a bit longer. He contemplated a bit as he looked over the genin and took note of them completing their tasks. “I hate lots of things.” He finally said as he turned on his heels and headed back over to the gate. “Let’s get going, the sun will be setting soon.” Mozu then unlatched the binding and opened the gate to let everyone through. Once everyone was out he would lead them back the way they came. As his tabi clicked along the dirt path he then opened up a bit more after thinking he needed to give a little to build some kind of trust with these kids. “I hate prejudice. The idea that someone is one way because of the people he grew up around or the name he bears. It is a barbaric mind set and people who let those things dictate their opinions have very low intellect. I believe every person is their own kind of person. One who should only be judged on the actions of themselves alone. So I guess I hate people being treated unfairly.” The words rolled out as Mozu’s head lowered a bit to look more at the road ahead instead of the horizon. His tone was low and methodical as if he spoke from experience.

Jiro

Jiro would hear mummy boy talk about weapons as he began to walk closer, "His home life must be terrible... All he cares about is combat. Zero personality." he would think as he noticed the creepy kids clothes begin to move. "He must be really hungry!" He would think lastly as his attention shifted once the toilet paper clad kid asked sensei what he hated. Mozu seemed to ponder for a few moments before saying that they should get going before the sun sets. Jiro would follow him as he lead them back to the gate and on the road home. After a few moments of silence Mozu would answer paper towl boy's question. He hated prejudice of how people were perceived based on their background or last name instead of their deeds or actions. Jiro would feel this on a personal level as he was always somewhat bullied for his outgoing and friendly demeanor on top of his eyes and outlandish hair color. "I can understand that on a personal level. I was always picked on for being the happy runt with weird eyes and stupid hair color, but I never really let it get to me in school. I figured I'd find friends sooner or later, and that seems to have happened with you guys!" he would say as he sunk in his hands into his pockets and smiled as he kept trotting along behind Mozu sensei. "What's your favorite activity outside of being a super cool shinobi cool-guy sensei?" Jiro would ask as he tilted his head pondering in his mind what Mozu could possibly enjoy doing, he seemed like a bit of a fuddy duddy so he wasn't expecting anything to exciting.

Satsujin

Hearing the first responses to the question, Satsujin gave a nod to that Mozu hated a lot of thing. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Jiro looking at him for a second but then as they started to walk out of the field behind their Sensei, there was a silence. Closing his eyes as he kept his arms behind his head, relaxing for the moment until he heard Mozu's voice again. Listening to his tone and the what he seemed to hate, his gray eye opened up to look at him. Then having it slip its gaze to Jiro as he spoke of relating to it, Satsujin just gave a soft "Humph" from his chest exiting his nose. Listening to Jiro's question, the bandaged boy leaned himself to the side to peak from behind Jiro, looking at their Sensei. "Hey, Sensei. What's your name anyways? You never told us." Satsujin at least wanted to know the name of their teacher considering they've been with him all this time for the day already and not once did they hear it, yet he knew theirs. That's when his stomach growled rather loudly as the boy gave a distraught look down to his own torso. Raising his eyes back to Jiro "What's your favorite place to eat at in the village, 'friend'?" Satsujin put a hard emphasis on friend.

Yuna

Yuna just stared blankly at the three, not invested in the conversation. Nobody was really talking to her; so therefore, she blanked out. They weren't talking about anything important, anyways.

Mozu

The group really quickly ended up back on the main streets of the village as the conversation continued. Mozu was quickly hit with more questions. It seems the interview has finally been turned back on him. Unfortunately Mozu was still unsure of how much of his life he should be divulging to these students. “My favorite activity. Call me boring but I really like training. Honing my skills and getting a little better each day is kind of a rush.”After that answer it seemed like another question was shot at him. This time about his name. Had he not introduced himself. It was something he knew he should have done, but to completely leave it out was interesting. Even more interesting was how we could go all day without anyone asking. “Mozu..” He finally answered. “My name is Mozu Kai, you can call me Mozu or Kai Sensei. Cool-Guy Sensei I guess works. As long as I know it's addressing me I won't be too picky.” He then wondered if he would get any more questions thrown his way as they rounded the corner to see the Academy in the distance. Conveniently the Mission Assignment Desk was attached to the Academy via an open walkway. Quietly Mozu would lead his team into the building and allow them to take in the Mission Desk probably for their first time. Along one wall was a series of scroll shelves each under a designated color section. Green, Yellow, Orange, Red, and Black. Once inside Mozu would reach into his sleeve and when his hand came back out it held a scroll with a green band and the the Kanji 畑 (farm). Along the other side of the room was a counter with multiple windows where some Chunin were seated on the other side.  The room itself was cluttered with many shinobi of varying ranks all looking over missions and turning in ones they have completed. Without wasting too much time Mozu would guide his team over to one of the open windows. He would place the scroll down on the counter and slide it toward the chunin while offering a very slight bow. “Here you are, this mission is complete.” After a few minutes of processing the Chunin placed four pouches onto the counter and thanked them for the work they had done before tucking the scroll away behind the counter. Mozu reached out and grabbed one of the bags and opened to see the 5000 Ryo inside. He then closed it back off with a nod and looked to his team. “Don’t be shy, take your payment.” Movie would then step back outside into the courtyard area in front of these buildings and wait  for his team to join him. Once they did he would give them a few parting words. “I’m sure your first day on the job was way different than you were expecting. With that I will be giving you all one week to process it. Our next formal meet up will be February 6th. It won't be a mission, just normal training so bring your gear. Everyone good with that?”

Jiro

Cool guy sensei indeed was a fuddy duddy personality wise... Training,training,training! It seemed that's all anybody in this world wanted to do, no fun! "Maybe I should take a que from this and start taking life a bit more seriously..!" Jiro would think as he tapped his finger upon his chin as cool guy sensei would answer his question. Satsujin would chime in next asking what his name was and Mozu would answer with a few names that he would deem acceptable, cool guy sensei being one. "YAH THATS MY FAVORITE!" Jiro would yell as he announced it as acceptable. As they seemed to almost be back at the academy Satsujin would ask Jiro a question about his favorite place to eat in the village. "MY MOM MAKES THE BEST FOOD EVER! I DON'T EAT OUT MUCH BECAUSE SHE IS THE BEST!... But if I were to choose the ramen shop near the weapons store down the street from the academy will definitely hit the spot!" he would answer as they approached the academy and the mission assignment desk that was attached to it. Mozu would lead them into the crowded place and to an open window where he would turn in their scroll and receive their payment, telling the group to not be shy and collect their pouches. Jiro would run up to the counter and snatch his quickly and open it. "YAAAHOO!" he would belt out in the middle of the crowd excited to see his work pay off literally. Mozu would then lead the team outside and announce that they would have a week off and they would meet on the 6th of February for training. "AWESOME! We finally get to do something active and fun!" Jiro would say out loud as it seemed the purple hues in his eyes would get a bit brighter. "I'll you then friends! My mom is probably done with dinner and I'm HUNGRY!" he would say lastly before giving the group a smile and a wave before bolting off back to his family's compound.

-Jiro Departs from the Session

Satsujin

Listening to Mozu spit off his answers, finally they knew his name as well. The factor they did go all day without it was shocking, yet it was fair since none asked until this point. Satsujin already enjoyed the factor that their Sensei's favorite activity was to train. The boy himself could relate to it, as he enjoyed the same thing past window shopping for weapons he was interested in. Though, hearing Jiro's answer only caused a bit of a glare from the bandaged boy but then he reeled his eyes back remembering that not everyone didn't get to enjoy a home cooked meal by their mother. A knot started to grow in his stomach as he said "I'll have to give them a try after we're done then." As soon as he said so, he looked back to Yuna who was being silent compared to earlier, let alone all together. Not thinking much of it as he gave a shrug of his shoulders, continuing to follow Mozu-Sensei. With the Academy coming into sight, he had remembered that the Mission Assignment Desk had been nearby from that disgusting structure filled with filth. A grimaced expression altered the way he saw it had anyone noticed in the slightest. Returning his arms to his sides, he would stick silently with the group of his, just looking about the other Shinobi in the room. In his head, Satsujin would start judging people by their appearance on if he could take them on in a proper fight, more so making himself feel better now being surrounded by better classed fighters than in the Academy, already on his first day. That's when he heard the bags hit the counter, as well as Mozu telling them to grab their payments. Watching Jiro zoom to the desk and open it to yell out, Satsujin walked past him and just stared at the Chunin on the other side, grabbing the pouch and turning his back to him before walking back to regroup with his team.

Coming outside, he listened to Mozu-Sensei talk about they would meet back up in a week, and to bring their gear. Yet Satsujin could feel himself growing with more anticipation than before. As Jiro would be the first to yell out while he waved and bolted off "Enjoy the dinner." Satsujin then nodded to their Sensei. "Where will we be and what time? Or do you plan on letting us know the day of?" He was inquisitive whilst he looked about. Depending on the answer, Satsujin would either linger a bit longer, or start heading in the general direction of the weapon shop to peruse a bit with his now earned ryo, be it not much, perhaps he could get something at least.

Yuna

"Yeah, cool." Yuna didn't care so much for the details, nor names. She would probably forget them anyways. The 6th? Sure. Why not? She'd be doing nothing but training in between then and now, anyways. At least she knew that her sensei enjoyed something she enjoyed; but her interest faded upon receieving payment as she simply grabbed her ryo and walked off without so much as another word. She was clearly tired of human interaction at this point; she had wasted all of her energy and effort on being around them for a few hours and she had nothing left to give.

-Yuna Departs from the Session

Mozu

Satisfied with their first day as a team Mozu would nod as each genin started to take their earnings and leave after receiving his instruction for their next meet up. Only one seemed to linger and that was satsujin. He seemed to pose an interesting question this time. It was about how they would know where and when exactly to meet. “I will be sending a messenger hawk to alert each of you to our meeting arrangements when that time comes.” With that he gave a polite nod and turned on his heels to head off toward the market district himself.

Satsujin

Watching as Yuna would just carelessly toddle off on her own accord with seemingly no conversation to be had, the bandaged boy just looked to Mozu-Sensei as his question was answered. Watching him starting to walk away, Satsujin was about to do the same before he would look in the directions his teammates went and seeing as they were off now, the boy simply did a light hop and jump towards their Sensei and just leaned forward to get into his view, even from the corner. "Hey, Sensei. I'm not doubtful in my skills to do my best, but my body is more frail than others..." he paused as he leaned back to stand up straight and looked to the opposite side. "So, I wanted to ask if perhaps you had any special training that can condition my body or something?" His cheek seemed to puff up a bit but deflated immediately as if he was holding in air then letting out a sigh.

Mozu

Mozu would stop for a moment to hear out Satsujin’s request. The boy talked about his body being frail. Interesting. Mozu did have some plans to condition each of his students up a bit in that sense but if he was this forthcoming about his weakness maybe an extra session or two would do wonders. “Alright, be ready tomorrow and meet me at the third training ground. Let’s say 10 am. Don’t eat breakfast but pack a big lunch. We will be out there for two days.

-Mozu Departs from the Session

Satsujin

Listening to his Sensei, Satsujin then just nodded and gave a light nod to him, offering what seemed like a sign of acceptance. "Understood, I'll meet you out there then." With that, the boy would put his hands behind his head whilst he then started to make his way to the weapon shop to still look about before wondering what he would pack for his lunch. Two days? It could be harsh training yet the young man seemed ready and willing to do what he could to make himself stronger. Though, honestly Mozu was the only one he was open with about his biggest weak point, hoping it'll do him good to begin his training sooner than others.

-Statujin Departs from the Session

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Results:

Mozu formed his squad with Jiro, Satsujin, Yuna, Jokuya, and Sokuya.

Jokuya and Sokuya left the team.

Mozu, Jiro, Satsuji, and Yuna completed a D rank mission and earned 5000 Ryo.