Zaiaku walked slowly and boredly on the Sunagakure sidewalk.Today was his final mission as a genin.Ok.Now,one would think their final mission from genin would be eventful.Going to a different village,killing some uber powerful guy,or atleast find some super hidden technique scroll or something and destroy it or it might cause the entire planet to end.Or something like that.But no,not with Zaiaku.For you see,his mission into Chuninship was to,Drum roll please.Train.Yes,train,like any other normal day.Zaiaku just wanted to curse out the idiot who gave him this mission,even if it is his own sensei.He finally sighed in defeat.Might aswell enjoy the stupid fight.Get to humilate someone.He smirked.His large cloak dragged slightly on the ground as it hid him armor,once again being to lazy to take it off.He took out a cigar and lit it.He inhaled deeply before exhaling a large cloud of gray smoke.He wondered who he will be training with.Probably the average,fresh out the Academy Genin.He sighed and rubbed his head.Just thinking about that gave him a headache.

He finally arrived at the training grounds.There was numerous genin there,training vigorously for the immense time of....three minutes.Quite a sad sight really.Zaiaku eventually spotted a young guy,alone,seemingly waiting for somebody.Curious,Zaiaku went to him."You the guy I'm training with?"He asked with a bored tone and laidback expression,cigar in mouth.The boy turned to him and instantly tensed,but he managed a nod."Well...."He said.The boy looked at him,slightly confused.Zaiaku motioned towards a spot to train.The boy quickly got on and the two walked to the spot.Zaiaku smirked and grabbed his cloak.With a quick motion,he dramatically flinged it off,revealing him armor.The boy gawked at the sight,a cold sweat dropping.Zaiaku noticed this and smirked.He got in his Boxing stance and smirked,cigar still in his mouth."Lets go!!!"

The kid wasn't to fast.Matter of fact,he was around Zaiaku's speed,which amused him slightly.He was sorta strong hitter to,making Zaiaku barely feel something for once.Barely.The two charged at each other head-on,fists raised back,preparaing for a punch.Both of them launched the attack and both hit their mark.However,Zaiaku being on the stronger end had the advantage.The boy was sent back a few feet,blood coming from his mouth.A smirk came upon Zaiaku's face.Finally,he grabbed his cigar from his mouth and put it out.He regained his Boxing stance.The boy came within range and mimiced his stance.He smirked even more.Oh yes,this was going to be amusing.They went off,punches flailing,dodges comensing,blocks being created.It was quite impressive to say the least.Most of the other genin stopped training and watched the show.With a loud grunt,Zaiaku landed a uppercut on the boy,sending him a few feet in the air and knocking him out.He chuckled darkly as he hit the ground,unconscious.He,bored and the day beginning to end,turned and left,picking up his robe from the ground as he did.His smirk never ceased as he left the training grounds.Finallly...FINALLY,he can become a chunin.Now all he has to do is get to Anbu and smack Akuma up-side his head.Oh yes,to Zaiaku,his plan seemed flawless.



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