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“You may have these two weapons on the condition you participate in a learning experience with my students. They will only be allowed to challenge you individually and each are at a genin level. Experience in battle is a gift I would have you bestow upon them before it is their life on the line.  Should one of them defeat you, they will win eight Kunai meant to be loaded into that launcher. Each one of C rank quality. If you defeat all three...you win the prize instead. If you accept this proposal, You may take those weapons and practice with them.”

A deal was struck, and threads were formed to bind four lives to his own. He was to do battle with three individuals in order to gain more strength, power, and knowledge for himself. He would find these three students of Sero Osada jr, or they would find him, and they would do battle. Perhaps it would be something to sing praises of, or perhaps it would something shameful. Time would tell. Fate could have looked ahead to determine the outcome; if he did not like it, he could introduce another variable into the equation to give himself an advantage, but where was the fun in that? Where was the learning, the growth that he wished for? If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it fairly, no cheating.

“Choose your battle grounds on this island and they will find you individually. Be aware though they are trained to attack from an advantageous position. They may choose not to inform you of their arrival."

There was nothing for him to do but to keep himself 'busy' of sorts until one of the student chose to reveal themselves to him. When that was he had no clue, but it was only a matter of time. If he stayed here long enough, they would show up; especially if the prize was tempting to them.

It had been three days since his encounter with Sero Osada jr, and the male was still patiently waiting. He'd taken to camping in a nearby field, one that was decidedly less... corpsey. He was patient in his waiting, evening going so far as to get comfortable and advertise his location; a campfire going in the middle of a pit, with a few fish speared on skewers to cook them over the flames. He was not concerned with the surroudings catching fire --- there was literally nothing living to burn. There was no grass, and the few tree there were around did were no where near close enough to be of concern. He was in more danger of burning himself than anything, not that he cared.

It was an unusually clear day for this place since the Vessel had arrived. For once, the sun could be seen clearly in the sky, burning away the mists that seemed to perpetually cover the grounds of this island. The air was clear as far as the eye could see. With the sun directly over head as it as, he could tell today was going to be a bit different. He could almost feel it. Would today be the day? If so, he was prepared – the Cryptic Dragon was laid nearby, within his reach should danger present itself. The Kunai launcher that he'd received was sealed away, as was the whipsword. He'd noticed that the whip sword could be be worn in a fashion similar to a belt, but was not too keep on the idea. As for the launcher, Kensei was more of an Iaido practitioner – his style demanded a free hand to utilize. He would not produce it until he actually needed it.

For the moment, he would concentrate on his lunch, watching the fish slowly cook over the open fire as he sat on a log. Though his attention was on the fish, that was not to say he was not aware of his surroundings. Should someone, or something happen to enter his vicinity, it would not be long until he noticed it.

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