Hitoshi would be the first to arrive at the Sightseeing Cliff today around eight in the morning, this time more awake than before, and more alert. Today he would be wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a pair of black pants and shoes, his yari, a five foot long or meter and a half long weapon, would be in his right hand, the two-foot long blade pointing towards the ground, while the middle of the three-foot long burgundy shaft would be where his right hand would rest. On the left side of his backside would rest a black leather pouch, containing his other goodies, and hidden underneath his biceps would be a pair of concealed chained sickles, ready for use. He recalled the other day in which Shigeki had informed he and the rest of the squad to show up at the same location again. After having been thoroughly embarrassed by what had happened, and after doing some personal soul-searching of his own, the Genin was finally of the right mind to bring his things along, expecting some sort of physical training to come from this. He didn't wish to have his mind messed with again today, and was silently hoping their Sensei wouldn't show up until at least all three of them are present, so that way he at least has others to suffer with.

Speaking of his squad-mates, he didn't believe he had ever caught their names. Sure, he had their appearances down and ready, and overall he still recalls their stories well, but he doesn't believe they had ever caught their names, which seemed odd, as he figured as part of the introduction involved telling the people you're working with your name so they can better get in touch with and communicate with you, but with a shrug, he just chocked it up to it being something that he can just learn today. Still, considering how both are, he figured he would most likely end up being the only one in the group that specializes with close combat, which he was still not sure how he felt about that. He wasn't exactly made out of metal, and there is only so much moving around one can do before they're trapped, meaning that hopefully they can help him ensure he's not hurt too badly. He did hear at least one of his squaddies was an aspiring medical specialist, which is always great, as it meant that if any of them were injured, at least they would have their own person health insurance there to keep them company.

Still, considering they're all three Genin, Hitoshi didn't hold much hope in relying on those skills heavily, assuming that they can only heal basic wounds, ones of which anyone could still tough out, and not anything more drastic. Then again, also because they're a squad of Genin, the blonde-haired male didn't expect to be suffering anything more than a basic wound overall, perhaps even a broken bone or two at the most. Generally from what he heard Genin weren't exactly thrown into the front lines, so for him perhaps basic medical training would really be all that was needed, after all. Still, as he waited for his other squad members to arrive, he would begin thinking of what to ask both, hoping to learn more about them overall.

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Laying on the couch in his home was Alistein with a look of exhaustion. He had his phone to his ear, staring up at the ceiling. On the other side of the phone was a female cashier, who had put him on hold, or so they thought. He could still hear what was going on. Apparently, there was someone ordering a massive amount of food this morning.

"Okay, I'll run through it one more time," the cashier spoke, "That is too much food for a morning breakfast service. So please, limit it to three combo items." There was a pause. "It's the rules!"

"Fine," spoke a deep voice. "I'll say it again. I'll have two number nine's, a number nine large," the voice continued to speak its order.

Alistein breathed deeply, still waiting for his chance to order.

"And a number six with extra dip," the deep voice finished.

"Finally," the cashier sighed. "That's three items. So your total is-"

"I'll also take a number seven," the deep voice started up again, "Uh, two number forty-fives, one with cheese," they cleared their throat, "and a large soda, diet please."

The cashier sighed once more. "But that's not three items! You have to stop before the number seven! Don't you know how to count?!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" the deep voice started, "Are you insulting my intellimence?"

"Intelliwhat?! It's not-!"

"Because I've been told that my intellimence...is indeep Eemaculate."

Alistein scratched at his head, listening to the casier's response.

"Okay, first off, it's 'intelligence', which you obviously don't have, sir. Secondly, it's 'immaculate', which you are not. Thirdly," the cashier's voice stopped, banging filling Alistein's eardrums, "limit your god damned order to three already!"

"Alright, alright," the deep voice started again, "I see we have a bit of a disabeefmence here."

There was a pause before the cashier spoke.

"Disa-?"

"And to solve this Disabeefmence, we must find a carpromise."

Alistein lowered his phone slightly, rubbing his eyes. "Ma'am? I'd just-... I can come back for lunch if that's okay-?"

"Firstly," the cashier started, "It's-... Ugh, I don't even know where to start with you! It's disagree-!"

"Such disabeefment, not much carpromise," the deep voice interrupted.

"It's 'disagreement'!" the cashier shouted.

"Now I'm being screamed at? What service. Where is your-...?" the deep voice paused.  "Where is the minajer?"

"Manager!" the cashier screamed. "Manager, get this guy out!"

Alistein, groaned, hearing nothing but air. Then, he heard a new voice, a male's, most likely the manager's.

"Hi, how can I help you today?"

"Right then," the deep voice started, "I'd like two number nines, a number nine large, a number six with extra dip-"

Alistein dropped the call, and eventually, his phone. "I'll just-..." he sat up. "I'll just get some fruit."


With his breakfast in hand, an orange, Alistein headed for his next squad meeting. Luckily, it was at the same spot, so he didn't have to worry about getting lost on the way. He didn't feel strongly one way or another about the more laxed time they were told to be there. The same route from last time was taken, Alistein walking through the markets. He casually dodged oncoming shoppers, on his way to the sightseeing cliff.

Now arriving there, and with the orange finished, he spotted one of his squad members. Their name was... Actually, Alistein didn't quite catch it. Or did he, but he just forgot? No, he was sure this one introduced themselves. Oh boy. He was about to go over to say hello but noticed he had bits of orange fuzz on his black shirt. He decided to brush it off but then noticed the fuzz had fallen down to his blue jeans. He brushed them off of them as well, ignoring the fuzz that had fallen onto his dark running shoes.

With a now brushed clean shirt, he started to head over. But then, noticed somehow, more orange specs on his shirt.

"More?" he asked himself, brushing them aside. Gosh. One bad thing about wearing black was that everyone could see the mess you've made. "Who knew oranges could be so messy," he commented as he brushed them aside.


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Initial stats:
Strength : D-Rank
Speed : D-3
Endurance : D-1
Perception : D-2
Reaction Time : D-3

It was still early. Why did these sort of squad meetings always have to take place at times like this? Tadashi only hoped that his squadmates knew what evening was, and how it could also be a great time to meet. But no, they had to schedule this particular meeting for eight o'clock in the morning, only a few hours later than their previous meetup. Tadashi had no room to complain, though, since all of this was a new experience for him. He was just happy to be included in things like this. And on the plus side, it wasn't as early as their last meeting was. The sun was actually out, so it wasn't cold enough to need a jacket, it was actually kind of warm.

As Tadashi made his way up the path to the sightseeing cliff, his appearance was somewhat different than it was the other day. His blonde hair was freshly washed from the shower he took that morning, but it still had a shaggy look to it. He wore a white short-sleeved t-shirt along with black jeans that tightly held to his legs. On his feet would be your standard sneakers. With this sort of clothing on, it was more obvious that he was a weakling, seeing how his arms were in clear view. Today, though, there was something different about him. On his left and right side of his backside would rest two identical black pouches, which held twenty-three senbon each. And on his right thigh would be your standard kunai pouch. He only brought these along with him today because he was expecting some sort of training. That's what squads do when they meet up, right? Train? The only thing the boy left at home today was his hitai-ate, which he thought only to be an annoyance.

Tadashi quickly reached the end of the path, making his way to the top of the sightseeing cliff. He looked around to see if he could spot any familiar faces. Now that he thought back to it, he doesn't exactly remember of his squadmates besides the delinquent introducing themselves. Tadashi didn't even tell him his own name. That's strange. He gave an introductory speech but forgot his own name? He at least thought he was brighter than that.

He quickly spotted the two members of his team, the delinquent and the pedophile. For some reason, they weren't standing near each other. The delinquent seemed to be waiting for something, while the pedophile frantically wiped off his shirt. Between these two, Tadashi chose the obvious option and decided to approach the delinquent rather than the pedophile. This was also the best choice not only because of their conflicting roles, Tadashi actually remembered the delinquent's name. Like always, his gaze was locked towards the ground, and as he approached Hitoshi, his eyes nervously glanced towards the tip of his yari. As he neared, Tadashi shifted his gaze up towards Hitoshi's face, not exactly eye level, though, more along the lines of chin level. Tadashi started to speak, his voice as shaky as ever.  "Uh... You're Yasuko... right?" With that, he shot Hitoshi a nervous smile as his gaze shifted all around, not sure what to do.

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Kokai would stand in his room as he prepared himself for the day. He knew what was being asked of him and even though they were not trained as he was from his clan he did not care to underestimate them. Their squad leader had made a special request of him to fight with them. The mans claim had been only one of them was known for honor and bravery. He had actually mentioned how he was concerned with the cowardly nature of the other two. So it had fallen to Kokai to force them to grow. He stood in his room focusing his energy in black shinobi pants with a black tank top and padded shoes. In front of him he was standing before an idol of something known as a death god. It loomed there with a skeletal head and a candle lit to either side. Kokai would finish his montra prayer before reaching out and cupping his hands over the top of each candle. Smothering the flames within. When he lifted his hand a small wisp of smoke lifted from each candle and he bowed his head before turning to prepare. He was going to track this squad down and preform a take down. He needed to be prepared.

Kokai would cross the room and open the closet. Reaching in he collected two arm straps. Tightening them around each arm. His kunai he slipped up his left strap and the three senbon up the right. All held tight to his forearm with no points anywhere near his joints to keep movement free. On his thighs he would clip on a sheath for both his tonfa. One on the outside of his right thigh and one on the outside of his left. With that done Kokai would collect the clans hooded cloak that buttoned up from his neck to his belt with cloth spreading over his shoulders and covering his arms and hands and loosely hanging around his feet. Dark in color. Nearly black but designed to blend into the background. His arms were capable of moving out from under the cloak as they were on the outside of the buttons but the weapons on them remained hidden as did the tonfa. He would place a metal mask over his face made to resemble a still expressionless face with eye holes. Lastly he would grab a giant Shuriken and turn. Heading out the window as little more than a wisp of form slinking about.

Through the village Kokai shifted before slowly making his way up the cliff where he was to find them. All collected for him to engage. His crimson eyes seemed to glow behind the mask as he moved closer and closer. A beast stalking its prey all layed out for him. Soon he emerged beyond the side path he had taken to avoid civilians. Moving to the meeting point but keeping low and too the rocks. The Giant shuriken in his left hand as he hauled it along without paying it much mind. Soon enough he moved from behind a rock to a tree as little more than a shifting blur. No shadow followed him and not a sound came from his movements. The way Kokai moved was somewhat like an unnatural buffer of noise. Like he didn't exist. Still he slid up to a tree overlooking the three and stopped there. Observing them and considering the best way to attack. He was slightly above them but he wasn't truly hiding himself. A sliver of his form merely peeked behind the tree as he rested his right hand on it. The bark slowly frosting over from his touch as he smiled beneath the mask. That sword user was likely the brave one and focused on close combat. He would be the focus. One might hope they would engage him but he doubted it. It was more likely he would come to them.

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He could feel the warmth of the individual in his bed, hand resting on a muscular chest as a smile crept across his face. Opening his eyes slowly and looking up he could see the sleeping face of his roommate, gently breathing and smiling as he continued to snooze. Shigeki couldn't bring himself to wake the man, quietly and cautiously making his way out of bed as he moved towards his closet and picked out an outfit to wear. He wasn't particularly interested in being noticed today, deciding he would slip into something a little bit more incognito as he equipped his ANBU Armour and then grabbed his outfit for the day. He decided to go simple. Knee high platform black boots with white crossing laces, a pair of black tights with a strap around the thigh under a red plaid mini-skirt. He wore a black belt that was studded around the entire length and a grey shirt with a design that fell below his shoulders, showing off a white and black striped tank top underneath. He wore a black collar with the Iwagakure symbol on it, and black leather with iron stud wristbands. On his ears he wore a pair of headphones, pink neon with cat ears that he would always blast whatever music he was listening too through. He topped it off with some black eyeliner for effect to match his black nails. This should work nicely, as he imagined that people wouldn't recognize him, or at least not right away.

The young man quickly ate some breakfast before showing up to the sightseeing cliff fairly early in the morning, at around seven thirty. He pulled out a book and sat on the ground, leaning against a tree and relaxing as he began to read with the early morning sunlight. He kept an eye out and watched as the four boys he had trained began to pile in, starting with Hitoshi who held a staff and stood alone watching the others. The second to arrive was Alistein, the oldest of the boys, who would stand off to the side away from Hitoshi for some odd reason. Shigeki would shake his head as he saw this, not entirely sure why he felt a need to not stand near his squadmate. As Tadashi approached, he noticed that he walked over to Hitoshi, keeping an eye on Alistein as though he was worried he might try something. This was the kind of thing he had to watch out for, as he had to ensure that they wouldn't have any issues if they had to go into a mission situation together. It was something he would have to address later for sure.

He watched as the final boy approached, Kokai the taijutsu user. He had personally taught Kokai the art of chakra flow, and was curious to see how he would put that to use against these boys. He had more experience than any of them in a fight, which Shigeki knew and was wanting to see how his squad would handle the more experienced shinobi. He wanted to make sure that they would be able to work together, as if they did it should be fairly easy for them to overcome this foe, but if they couldn't he was sure there would be no way that they could defeat him. Kokai stood there, seeming to wait for the boys to advance towards him. He glanced down at his page and continued reading briefly, stopping when he got to something about a hand creeping up one of the characters' upper thighs and it became a little bit awkward to be reading this one here. He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't brought a more appropriate book, maybe The Art of War or something along those lines, but he figured if he was reading something like this people wouldn't approach him, which wouldn't be a terrible thing as he observed his boys...

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Hitoshi would take notice of his newly arrived squad mates, the first of which was the older one, though he recalled how he didn't exactly have his name. He couldn't recall exactly if they had even introduced themselves in the first place, to his embarrassment. He can already see their interaction with one another going badly enough if they don't even have the names of one another. It wouldn't hurt to ask them both, of course, but then again, if he did ask them, they could take it as an awkward question to ask though, which in turn could make things all the more awkward for everyone involved. Ugh, this was like a chessboard for human interaction, and Hitoshi felt like a retarded monkey that just lost the game easily. Thankfully, the older squad mate seemed otherwise preoccupied, thank whatever magical fairy god is watching over them. Seeing him seemingly brush stuff something off of his clothes, Hitoshi would decide to leave him be for now until he came up with something better to say.

Instead he would focus on the other male that was more closer to his age range, taking notice that he wasn't wearing his coat this Ike around, instead wearing a short sleeved shirt with tight fitting black jeans, exposing what the Genin could say was an extremely thin and fragile-looking body, one that he didn't expect him to have. It made him wonder if the male was starved, or was anorexic in some sort of way. He looked like one of those children shown for relief efforts in poverty-stricken areas, which made Hitoshi himself slightly worried about if they're going to train as a squad. He shouldn't make assumptions based on appearances, but in this case, he couldn't resist but feel worried just from looking at him that the other male may end up getting too badly injured.

Hitoshi took his eyes off of seeing the thin frame of the male's body when he realized he was being approached by him. He hoped the other male didn't catch him looking him over and assumed he was some creep, as he knows how he would feel if he ended up being looked over by someone else he barely knows. Thankfully, however, it seemed his gaze wasn't aimed towards Hitoshi himself, but towards the ground, making the Genin think that the other male was pretty shy, especially considering how he had been acting before as well. He would watch as the slightly shorter male shifted his gaze, now seemingly looking at Hitoshi, though not making eye contact, and he would hear the other male speak, asking if his name is Yasuko while shooting him a nervous smile.

He would smile back, reaching out his left hand as a signal for a handshake, hoping the other male would take it. "Yeah, though that's my last name. Feel free to call me Hitoshi. I don't think I caught your name from yesterday. What was it?" He would ask, hoping that the other male would give his name. As he did, Hitoshi would look over to the older male as well, wondering if he'll come over or not. Leaning the pole-arm against his right shoulder, he would wave over to him, hoping that he'll stop rushing himself off and see. Thank god he was approached and was greeted, it gave the Genin and chance to carry this over to the both of them, which could make his apology for yesterday all the easier.

Whether or not the older male came or not in response to Hitoshi's waving, Hitoshi himself would look back at the other person here with him, only to glance away for a moment, the friendly-ish smile on his face fading away as he would rub the back of his neck. "Sorry for uh.. for seeming like I didn't have any good reason for being a Shinobi yesterday. I can see how I looked like a bit of a dumbass." He would say, hoping that with the apology he could start back over and get along with his squad mates. He wasn't exactly the most perceptive of the group, as evidenced since he didn't even notice the two other figures around them, but he hoped that this could help him get back on track socially.

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As he brushed, he noticed another member of his squad walking by. He nodded to them slightly but wasn't sure if they saw or not. That didn't matter. What did matter was his current appearance! It was fine at first, the pieces of orange being found in normal places. At the bottom of his shirt, near the stomach area was common. Pants, near his hips? Yeah, okay, common as well. What started to really annoy Alistein was when the orange pieces, somehow, ended up on his shoulders. In response to his findings, he brushed almost in a frantic way, like a child discovering what an ant hill is after rolling onto it.

With the brushing finished, Alistein breathed deeply. It may have been strange to others, but to him, he had a sense of pride in his neat appearance. At this moment, that same pride filled him as he took searched for any more of the orange on him.

"And done," he nodded. Then, he groaned, his eyes squinting down at his shoes. Yup. Gravity was sometimes a blessing and a curse.

The brushed orange remnants had all fallen to either the ground of the shoes he wore. It was tempting. Very tempting. But instead of brushing them, he just raised his leg back in a kicking position, and then tapped the ground with the tip of his shoes lightly. He did the same to the other one. One last look over, he smiled as he was officially clear of any orange remnants. Wow. Iwagakure's oranges, man.

Finally done, Alistein walked over to his squad members. They were talking to each other about something or another. He came around too late to hear the whole conversation. Not that he cared honestly. Normally, he would, but between the constant need of brushing and the breakfast phone call? Alistein was already over today. He stood silently near the two younger boys, staring off somewhere. When there was a moment where neither was speaking, he simply said one word to both.

"Hi."

It may have come off as cold or antisocial, but honestly, all he wanted to do right now was to go home and get some sleep. Maybe order a pizza, and call some friends over, who knows. But to do that, today must be handled. Speaking of today,

"Looking forward to...this?" he asked to the two, shrugging while he did.

As if it were icing on the cake that was this morning, his stomach started to feel a bit...weird. Oh no. Was that a spoiled orange he ate? Wait, can oranges go bad? Alistein's eyes widened while blinking multiple times in a row. He...honestly didn't know the answer to this question. Do you even-...? Do you even refrigerate fruit? Like, fruit that hasn't been opened? If you do, then why do you have to peel their outer layer? Is peeling a banana like opening a pack of cookies? That-...

Alistein crossed his arms, genuinely interested in this thought. If a pack of cookies can go stale even if it's sealed still... If a banana can go bad without being peeled... That-... That honestly doesn't make sense, god.

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Strength : D-Rank
Speed : D-3
Endurance : D-1
Perception : D-2
Reaction Time : D-3

Kokai would watch with crimson eyes through his mask. His identity hidden for the moment as he would glance to the side. Noting Shigeki was nearby in a chair. A distance away but it was obviously him. So the sensei was here to stop this should it go to far. Strangely that was actually a comfort. He didn't desire to maim these boys permanently. Harm them certainly. What was gained in combat experience without pain? Still he would ignore the man for now. It was a distraction he couldn't afford. Three targets all roughly the same level as himself as information provided suggested. He could visibly see which of them was more suited for combat. The brave one as Shigeki put it. Still none of the three had taken notice of him as of yet. Kokai would let out a breath as he would slowly lower himself to a crouch to be even less noticeable. If the three were going to leave openings expecting a peaceful training session they did not understand how cruel their sensei could be. He would do as instructed and initiate combat only not directly. As his clan did. From a hidden position and with accuracy. He was an assassin in training after all.

Kokai would slowly open his right hand and as he did would shift his arm in such a way that the three Senbon would slip onto his open palm. His crimson eyes remained on the three as he released three dark green chakra strings. Each of them connecting to the base of a senbon. Once he had established the connection he would slowly shift the fingers of his right and left hands back and forth and the senbon would move in return. He recalled his lessons in the academy. Having to learn to strike from the shadows at a target with guards around. How direct conflict had to be a secondary option. This was just one of the hidden strategies used by those who would take on that lesson. Keeping distance to avoid being detected and using a controlled technique and going for vitals. However he wasn't to kill these boys. He would need to break away from his past in order to succeed today. Shigeki wouldn't appreciate Kokai shoving a senbon into someones artery. However there were other sections of the body he could attack to level the playing field before engaging directly.

Slowly as his hands would sway the senbon would lower down into the grass hiding the strings and blending in. Gradually all three would move in unison as they would serpentine through the grass towards the boys. Moving along without a sound just barely above the ground but within the grass slow enough not to draw attention. Patience was the virtue here. None of them had given any sign of spotting him up until now so it seemed they were more concentrated on each other. Kokai would shift his fingers and control his breathing as the three senbon would split directions as they drew closer. Moving around to angle behind each boy. Slow and steady like a snake stalking. Only once the senbon were in position was there the moment of reveal as just like snakes they senbon would rush out at D-2 speeds from directly behind each boy. Angled to stab into the back of each of their right knee's. Typically most people were right handed. Putting a wound on the right side had a higher chance of limping the dominant side. If the Senbon found its mark they would each feel a shooting pain in the back muscle behind the knee as a needle pierced as deep as it could into the soft flesh that required the most mobility.

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He sat there, reading the book somewhat but generally glancing over to see how everyone was doing. He didn't know exactly how this was going to turn out for his students, as all four of those boys were his students. He didn't know if it was fair to put Kokai in a three on one situation, but he believed that the boy was strong, and he wanted to see him put what Shigeki had taught him to use. He was also hoping to judge the teamwork abilities of his squad, having never had a chance to see them in action and using this as an opportunity to do just that. He looked back up from the book, his face somewhat red as the content of the book was certainly that of an adult nature, and why he had grabbed this particular book was something that was still bothering him. He watched as his students spoke among one another, the three in the squad anyway. Kokai wasn't overly far from them, but he was somewhat hidden and it had appeared that none of them had noticed him yet. Shigeki watched with curiosity to see what the boy was doing. He watched as he attacked chakra strings to a few senbon, or at least that was what it looked like. It wasn't particularly easy to see from this distance, but Shigeki was certainly trying his best to keep an eye on things. He was curious to see what the boy would do with that, impressed by the chakra flow that it took in order to keep those strings active as he watched it happened. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for his students, and Shigeki was hoping that they would be attentive enough to notice it before it was too late...

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Hitoshi was glad that the other squad member that was seemingly finished brushing himself off came over to him and the other one. He had hoped that they can actually have a conversation, to actually get along and make some small talk and actually be a squad, but instead, as Hitoshi finished speaking and the other male had seemingly zoned out of existence, the older male would only respond with a "hi". 'For fucks sake, this was going to be harder than previously thought.' Hitoshi would think to himself as he was going to respond, only for the older male to actually speak an actual sentence, asking them if they looked forward to this while shrugging. "Y-yeah, a little, I guess. I mean, I wish we could come here a little later, but overall, sure." He would respond, generally unsure how to handle the question and the overall awkward vibes the three of them were giving off with this pathetic attempt at a conversation. One of them was insecure, another was a mute, and the final one was so awkward it's a surprise that he hasn't been accused of being a pedophile yet. Great squad everyone, great squad.

It would be then, however, that something would happen that would essentially change the situation around them, something that was a brutal reminder of why they had come here in the first place. Suddenly, Hitoshi would feel a sharp pain enter the back of his right knee. He would yelp in response of this, immediately making himself fall onto the left side of his back, right leg raised enough off of the ground so it doesn't get pushed in and he can get a good look at what it was. With his left hand he would press down on the surrounding area around the wound lightly, while his right was already within his pouch pulling out a small ball. Dammit, he can already hear himself being called a failure later on for this by his family, a weakling for not noticing the attack sooner. He wasn't paying attention and he paid for it. "Look away, heal!" He would exclaim, hoping his squad members can actually see through what would sound like a random demand to see the two different things he wanted at that moment.

Grabbing ahold of the inserted senbon with his left hand, Hitoshi would pull hard on it, ripping it out of the wound and causing a sensation of pain to shoot through his leg, causing him to close his eyes tightly in response to this. It would be then that he would throw the small ball he was holding about a meter away from where he was previously standing, letting it detonate, releasing a bright flash to temporarily distract those that didn't close their eyes or look away.

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Used flash bomb~

Alistein would ponder his question while listening to the one of the boy's response. He didn't have much to add to that, so he just nodded to them.

Oranges as a pack of cookies, or whatever he was thinking of. Or was it the banana that was like a pack of cookies? He'd been thinking about this thought for so long now, he started confusing his own findings. But one thing can be taken away from this. Fruits are like a bag of chips if they are peelable.

Alistein's shoulders shook quickly as he heard a soft buzzing in his ear. His heart was beating quickly, thinking it was a hornet of sorts.

"Of course not," he said to himself with a smile, "I don't think hornets are out in the morning. I...don't think so."

Wondering if the sudden shaking he did attracted the boys' attention, he tried to play it off as getting the chills. He rubbed his forearms while turning a bit, making typical sounds of being cold.

"Chilly, hu-?"

As he was talking, something caught his eye. It was small. It moved quickly. And the sudden yelp that came from Hitoshi-... Of course! It was a-...!

Alistein burst away from the group of boys, veins appearing on his cheeks as he did. His lips were tight an his teeth clenched as he ran. He stopped suddenly, about four meters away from the group, withdrawing his ultimate weapon from his pants pocket. It'd be foolish to stand in his way when he's holding such a thing. When he's holding a can filled with devastation. A can of,

"Alpha Raid Insecticide!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the wind. He pointed the black and red can of bug spray towards the group of boys. "Never leave home without this necessary camping item in your-!"

Hitoshi then had said something, which had interrupted Alistein's infomercial recital. Something about looking away and 'heal'? He failed to see what Hitoshi had in his hand as he pondered. Well, maybe he was embarrassed that the elusive Morning Wasp had stung him. Alistein turned away. Yeah. Got you're number now, Morning Wasp.

Alistein's face had relaxed into a somewhat confident smile as he placed his hands on his hips. Then, his mind went back to the buzz he heard earlier. Of course! The wasp just missed him the first time! The wind must have aided in changing the insect's trajectory! Thank you, nature. You can be both scary and the most valuable ally a man could need-

There was an explosion, Alistein turning back to Hitoshi suddenly. "What the-?" He stared, not sure what had happened. Did-...? Did insects carry explosives now? Now that he thought about it, that bug commercial did mention something about kamikaze butterflies. Oh no. This-...! This changes everything! Hornets and butterflies, this was surely to be a fight to the death. A fight to determine if humanity was fit to fend against the forces of nature!

W-wait... Hold on... Alistein spotted something in Histoshi's leg. Either that was an incredibly long stinger, or that was indeed a-

Alistein screamed, spraying the insecticide all around himself. He had heard buzzing in his ear again, freaking out. Calming down now, he stood with the can of insecticide, eyes wide and heart beating fast. His breathing had increased, and small beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The Morning Wasp, if it still was a Morning Wasp, wouldn't best him this day. He-... He hoped. If things got hairy, he could always sprint to the Tsuchikage and warn him about nature's takeover.

But, the more Alistein thought about Hitoshi's wound, the more he started to believe that this had nothing to do with insects at all.

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The Insecticide is indeed just for theatrical purposes. Nothing legit. ;;;


Initial stats:
Strength : D-Rank
Speed : D-3
Endurance : D-1
Perception : D-2
Reaction Time : D-3

His mind went blank for a moment. It was strange. He stood there, his eyes focusing on his squad mates who were talking in front of him, but his mind wandered somewhere else. He thought about his last so called squad, where he was assigned to one and never met any of his colleagues. His only guess was that they just wanted to leave him out of it. He said he shouldn't be hung up about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. Did it have something to do him? His personality? Was it because he was weak? He just didn't know. He wanted answers, but that was never going to happen. While he thoughts sped along, he saw that the boy he greeted was speaking, but the words weren't registering to him. Before he knew it, the pedophile approached them, but from Tadashi could tell from his dazed state, he didn't really add anything to the conversation. His presence as he stood near him made Tadashi strangely... uncomfortable, to say the least. So uncomfortable, in fact, that it slowly brought Tadashi back into reality.

That's when he noticed it, it was soft buzz that could easily go unheard or mistook for the grass. What was it? Tadashi couldn't identify it, and it sounded... strange to him, almost ominous. Now that he was outside of his head, he tried his hardest to figure out what the noise was. He bent his head up and away from the ground for once, his eyes looking for a source. He couldn't find it. The pedophile started to say something stupid, Tadashi didn't really wasn't focused on anything that came out of the older man's mouth. He might as well be offering Tadashi candy or cartoons.

Suddenly and out of nowhere, a loud yelp came from Hitoshi. It sounded like the same sound a cat would make if you tapped it on the back when they weren't expecting it. The only difference was that Hitoshi's version had the sound of pain mixed into it. Once he heard this, Tadashi froze. He didn't know how to react to something so sudden like that. He stood there, his eyes and legs locked in the same position that they’ve been in. He waited for something to happen, something to kick him into gear.

That’s when it happened. It hit behind the right knee, right when Tadashi wasn’t expecting. This is what he got after all, for standing still after someone screamed out in pain. Tadashi’s reaction was a lot more mellow, though. He simply breathed in and let out a deep groan. He heard his teammates scream something about looking away, healing, and… alpha raid insecticide? What the hell was going on? Tadashi reached behind his right knee, grabbing the foreign object and pulling hard. Being from the Guanyin, he knew what the object was just by feel. He threw it away behind him.. Multiple senbon were through, and were aimed precisely where the person wanted them. Tadashi frantically shot his head up, panic filling his mind as he looked around for a source of the deadly weapon. He saw the pedophile running away, being as useless as he always was. Someone was attacking them and judging by their accuracy, they were definitely skilled too. Was this what they came here for? Was this the training they came here to do? This was hell already.

A loud bang suddenly came from the opposite way he was looking, he turned to see what caused it. His team, maybe? Despite where it came from, Tadashi’s only guess the source of the senbon was that direction. Different tactics went for his head for what he could do. The possible strategies were limited to the fact that Tadashi was handicapped. The hole that was in the back of his knee made it almost impossible to move. Finally, he decided. Quickly, he took a deep breath, chakra filling his mouth. He quickly released the chakra, causing a gas cloud to roughly fill the area between Tadashi and wherever his squad’s attacker was hiding at a rate of 5 m/s. The cloud would hopefully act as a cover, as the average ninja surely wouldn’t able to see a thing without some form of dojutsu.

With the cloud in place and blood quickly pouring out of the wound behind his knee, Tadashi flopped onto the ground near Hitoshi. He attempted to reach for the senbon that was was inside Hitoshi, pulling it out and throwing it to side like he did with the one that hit him. He then raised his right hand into the sky, his left hand acting as a support so he didn’t fall onto his face. As his hand was in the air, a two foot, glowing blue needle appeared. ”Uh… Be still.” His words showed signs of confidence and concern, which was usually unseen in Tadashi. This was something different though, he was pretty confident that he was good at helping people. Suddenly, if Hitoshi were to comply, Tadashi slammed the glowing blue needle into the area behind his right knee, roughly where the senbon hit. As it hit the skin, the needle would be sucked into the boy's body, his wounds suddenly healing themselves. With the ability to heal minor flesh wounds, the needle would be able to heal the minimal damage a senbon does on its own. "You, um... should be able to move now. I-I'll uh... figure something out for me." His voice was quick as he tried to get the information out, but it was still stuttered. He flashed a sympathetic smile towards the delinquent boy after saying this as an attempt of kindness, he wasn't really good at showing those. As he said what he said, Tadashi felt like he forgot something, something that was kind of important. Oh yeah. "Oh, um... my name is... T-... Tadashi, by the way." This time, his voice went back to its original snail's pace where he struggled to get the words out. He hoped that Hitoshi would have the sense to reposition himself away from Tadashi and the giant gas cloud. There was also the fact that Tadashi was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to say anything else to the delinquent boy.

He helped his teammate. That's all that really mattered, the delinquent was probably better at fighting than he was anyway. He was timid and a coward, he was confident that the boy who actually spoke would have a better chance than him. That didn't mean Tadashi couldn't try, though, could it? Almost as sudden as he used the Dharma, a ball of chakra formed in his hand. He pressed against his wound that continued to bleed, and the ball would begin to bond with the skin cells surrounding the puncture. This would create a scab above the wound, which helped with the bleeding, but the majority of the pain still persisted. As best as he could, he climbed to his feet and wobbled away to a safe distance from the gas cloud he created early. He turned back so he faced the cloud, plopping down onto his knees so the pain wouldn't bother his as much. He reach behind his waist, opening the pouches filled with senbon. He pulled three out for each hand, ending up with a total of six. His eyes watched over the border of the cloud, waiting for their opponent to show himself. Would they really be able to do this?

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I'm aware several things happen in this post, and most of them are possible to intervene in the middle of. If anything needs clarification, I have no problem answering questions or retyping certain segments so they make more sense.

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Kokai would watch from behind his mask as his attacks slithered forward. Each of these individuals had the potential to be a threat but with luck he could address the situation with a preemptive move and and attack. The goal was a two part scheme. To deal damage to vital parts for covering ground movement and then separate them with panic and confusion. Three targets stacked together were dangerous. Even an area of effect attack was one that was ill equipped to deal with three. Any of them being capable of negating it. Nor was a sneak attack optimal as all three might get a chance to spot it coming. Getting even one of them away was going to be the moment he looked for. Still the puppet strings, three of them, required focus and control. He couldn't move well while keeping that attack up. However none of them seemed to spot it. Though two of them seemed to hear or sense something as they looked around them. How odd he thought to himself as normally his strings made no noise. Perhaps they had some sort of chakra sensory. He would need to test that further. For now the results of his attack were about to play out.

For two of them it was a success though he narrowly missed the third. With a click of his teeth he watched as the three separated. However the two he had been able to hit he released the strings on immediately. Focus on the last senbon that had missed was entirely his. Immediately after they hit he shifted and darted keeping low and to the left moving in the same direction as the one the split off. Two of them reacted to the side as one gave very clear instructions. Look away and heal. Likely the prominent one for leadership there. He tossed something up and as instructed Kokai focused his attention well away from it. The flash of light a familiar one in his peripheral. However as it faded and he looked back none of the mans team seemed effected by the flash bomb. So they were immune to blinding lights. Good to know. His fingers on his hand that controlled the last string flicked as he ran and zipped towards Alistein. His attention was more on Tadashi though. He was rushing to the air of the other that fell? Even with the wound in his leg that suggested he was responding to the heal command as the one who called it had not done so as of yet.

In his free hand he collected his Giant shuriken and focused a small five chakra into it before taking consideration of wind speed and height with range. Carefully he arched the weapon upwards. Throwing it with a considerable might that gave it a spin that made all the blades seem like one solid blade. Up it went and arched as down it came. It would come down to slam down on Tadashi's arm if he reached out to heal the man from above. Difficult to see coming from the sun. If that hit it would likely pin his arm painfully to the ground and stop him from being able to heal anyone. However that was just a part of the issue that was about to happen. Both of them would have to take the increasingly hostile situation into consideration. As Kokai looped around at a considerable speed (D-3 no burst) His hand would flick again. Even if Alistein saw him the senbon would launch forward with full control. Aimed through the cloud of spray for Alisteins left eye at D-3 speed as well. At the same time Kokai would approach from Alisteins right side. Drawing his first of two tonfa and moving in rapidly. Aiming to shatter a rib with a passing strike to the second rib up as he ran in. If Alistein focused on the tonfa he would have less focus on the tiny Senbon in all the confusion, if he focused on the Senbon he would be little to no match for Kokai's attack. He had options but there was no sound or shadow as Kokai approached.

As for the other two. If they had managed to deflect the attack they now had to make a decision from ten meters away. They would have to decide to continue the healing process of their wounds from where they sat and let their comrade engage alone for a moment in hopes of attacking Kokai at full mobility or they would need to cover that ten meters and help him now. Kokai had looped around to avoid crossing within that ten meters between them so his back wasn't to the enemy. The unseen gas in the air hung between them still as another threat even to their own team. Now if they crossed directly through it there was a chance it could be used against them. They were apart, injured and unaware of their enemies capabilities with their own dangers placed between them.

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Hitoshi would see that at least someone was willing to quickly help out so they can recover from this blunder, and while he was more expecting mister "I want to make everyone safer" to do it, he was more than okay with the shy one actually having the ability to rush to the aid of others, even when someone that should be and is probably better equipped to be doing it bolted off doing whatever the heck they're doing. He would begin smelling a terrible oder, one of which made his face twist with disgust. He already could see the mess they made by not being better prepared, by not expected a sneak attack. His family helped him prepare for one on one combat, for fighting others with weapons, but not for surprise attacks and certainly not for the giant shuriken that's coming down towards him and Tadashi, threatening to hit the medical nin if he tended to Hitoshi's wounds.

He could see now that he was still extremely inexperienced in actual combat, that he had a tunnel vision of sorts. This realization didn't have much time to sink in, though definitely, after this fight, he deserves whatever it coming. Before Tadashi could reach over and pull out the senbon, Hitoshi would do it himself, immediately rolling over onto his stomach with the lightly bloodied projectile held in his left hand, and his right aiming to pick up his yari. He would look around, trying to find their attacker and Alistein himself. There, ten meters away would be their teammate. What he could see bits and pieces of when their teammate wasn't blocking his view would be a blur, an individual moving too fast for him to really comprehend.

He had considered using electromagnetic murder, a lightning style Jutsu which, when carried by a source of water, can move more than far enough to possibly get the blur, but his gas was something all too familiar, the smell was identical with the smell of the gas that was used by that stranger near the lake that one night. That distinctive smell of rotten eggs or shit or whatever else it was. There was no mistaking it, if he used any Raiton abilities at all, this squad of three will quickly become a squad of one. 'Dammit, I can't even cover that distance fast enough to help stop him from attacking, either.' The Genin would think to himself, and he would be correct, too. With an injured leg, an untrained perception, and the inability to actually use his Raiton Jutsu, which he was fairly surprised they were allowed to use considering this was a simulated attack and not an actual one, Hitoshi knew for a fact that their squadmate was on his own with fending off the assault by his attacker.

His right leg still hurt like hell, but it was something he could bite through, it's just that right now he couldn't run exactly, though he could do a fairly brisk pace of walking and limping. With his yari in his right hand, he would pocket the bloodied senbon for now, keeping it inside his pouch. There was no way they could fly out by themselves like that, there had to be some method to controlling them, and he wasn't about to just allow the enemy to gain them all over again. With his left his free, he would flex his left bicep, already withdrawing one of his chained sickles, whose blade spanned a foot long and the chain was six meters total in length, with part of the length revealed while the remainder remained within the circlet that was around his bicep.

With sickle in his left hand and yari in his right, he would begin moving across the ten meters slowly, stopping around three or four meters in in order to see if he can get an opening on their attacker.

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Alistein stood, can of insecticide in hand still. He smiled slightly when he thought he somehow had killed the insect. It wasn't impossible for such a thing to happen, just...very pointless when you're outside. Being outside, another insect could just stroll over to replace the dead and give a friendly love bite to you. That's nature though, which Alistein could appreciate...from afar.

He was about to lower his guard, assuming said bug was dead, but saw something that could be mistaken as a small flying beetle rushing past the Alpha Raid mist. No, it...wasn't a beetle. It would have died instantly. He leaned his head a bit, at first trying to get a good look at it. Whatever it was, it was now aligned with the bridge of his nose. He would have let the little thing land on his face too, had he not gathered what the flying object was in time. Almost breaking his neck doing so, Alistein leaned turned his head to the right, and leaned back to allow the flying senbon past. Folds of skin formed under his chin and neck from how hard he was leaning, his eyes practically becoming slits. His mouth was open, his lips far apart as if he was screaming, but his teeth were clenched. To top it all off, he made a strained grunt that most constipated humans made, while clenching his fists and holding them close to his sides. What a facial expression an sound he made just to dodge a single needle. Why? It mentally helped and eased the poor man.

Though his eyes were narrowed to the point of being plain lines, he was able to see someone traveling along with the needle, on the right. Well, it'd be Alisteins front now that he had turned. Once the traveling spike passed, Alistein relaxed his face to see who they were. Naturally, he assumed it was just someone from Iwagakure visiting the area. Maybe he even assumed it was the authorities, hearing that loud bang from earlier. Alistein was already prepared to explain himself to the officers if need be. However, he saw what he assumed to be a weapon being drawn. It looked like a nightstick honestly. It appeared to be some sort of baton made out of wood. Maybe the authority is just holding that to tell Alistein that he's an officer, and that-

Thump.

There was a muffled 'thump'. It was the sound of the wooden weapon hitting the front of Alistein's right forearm. It was quick, which is why he got hit in the first place, but with the earlier mentioned fist by his side, it took a slight turn for the hit to instead land on the forearm, rather than what could have been maybe his side or rib. Needless to say, the front of the right arm suffered moderate bruising.

He jumped. He spun. He backed away, and crouched while still facing the 'officer's direction, his head buried into his knees as his left arm coiled around his skull. He was about five meters apart from this random person. Alistein's toes were curled as the pain took it's sweet time to really come in. At first, it wasn't bad. But then, after waiting for a bit-

"Oh...my...god," he said, teeth clenching again and buried face tightening.

With several 'mmm's and 'ugh's, along with deep breathes, the man stood. The insecticide mist had  been blown away, allowing the young man to get a grasp of what was happening. This was no insect. The needles flying were not hornets or beetles. This was someone who probably...just have the wrong people. Yeah! Mistaken identity for bounties happen all the time, surely!

Then, it hit him. Maybe they were the reason he and his squad members were here! Of course, that was an assumption. The possibility of this person actually being a random psycho, who beats on everyone they see, was still out there. But still, if this person was the reason for the meet up-...! If that was the case, Alistein had no reason to fear them, thinking a simple conversation might defuse the situation. He decided to open up with an attempt at comedy. Even though he wanted to really scream something like, 'Hey, what'd you do that for?!', he stuck with the humor route.

"Hey, uh," Alistein started, holding the area where the mysterious humanoid struck him, "that's-...an interesting way to say 'hello'!"

He did what he called a 'guided laugh'. Basically, it's when he laughs softly at his own joke to let the audience know that was the punchline. He wasn't sure if that would be enough, so he continued.

"Could have done with a gentleman-like handshake, but uh, well," Alistein glanced at his damaged right arm, "looks like that's out of the...picture." Alistein smiled. "Talk about a fair shake." Again, he did the 'guided laugh' tactic to see if it had any effect.

The squad meet was to...do something, right? Alistein had forgotten, thanks to the ever-so-prominent pain in his arm. However, this had to be scripted, right? There's no way a sensei would just toss kids into an open flame like this. Not calling himself a kid, just-... Alistein tried to glance behind the nameless figure, over at Hitoshi and the other one he can't think of the name of. They're...young.

Again, there's no way their sensei would just tell them to do something dangerous. This just further solidified in his mind that this was indeed scripted. This was all just a simulation of sorts. No one's going to, like, die here, right? Alistein, wanting to relax, refused to though. This person-... For an actor hired by the sensei, they sure know how to play their roles a bit too well. But if their sensei had gotten them to do such a thing, then they at least have a bit of humor in them, right? Maybe even friendliness? Alistein watched the figure, still rubbing his bruised arm.

With a wheezy laugh, Alistein shrugged. "Amazing," was all he said as he turned and left for home.

He would have stuck around, but...he felt like this little encounter would go nowhere, and his sensei would probably jump out the bushes announcing that they've been pranked. Then, said sensei would probably share it all across social networks high level shinobis had available to them. Besides, it's just an actor, right?

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Initial stats:
Strength : D-Rank
Speed : D-3
Endurance : D-1
Perception : D-2
Reaction Time : D-3

Exiting due to inactivity
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