1 Squad 4's First Meeting [Squad 4/Invite] Sat Dec 01, 2012 6:11 pm
Takao
S-rank
How did he let himself get pulled into this mess? A genin squad was certainly something Takao never imagined himself being apart of – let alone leading. He had been put in charge of three shinobi of lower rank. He believed two of them to be Genin, and one was Chuunin. Who knew if he was event up for this level of a task, he'd only just participated in the Chuunin exam. Yet, somehow, he came out a Jounin of certain specialties, but a Jounin none the less.
The crisp December air filled the area of the Monument. It wasn't a place Takao visited often, or ever really, but it was a classic location for Konohagakure genin squads to hold their first meeting. It was primarily an open field, the land covered in portions of grass and dried dirt. It hadn't rained for a while now, but that was to be expected during the colder months. Takao exhaled as he approached the location, his eyes following the faded white smoke of his breath as he quietly stepped along. He tugged on the collar of his undershirt and adjusted the green vest on his shoulders. Honestly, how in the hell had he convinced himself to wear this? His other clothing was much more comfortable, this getup felt like wearing an irritated hedgehog... or a sweater made from pure discomfort and evil.
He stopped in front of the monument to examine the names. Nobody he'd ever met before, hell, nobody he'd even heard of before. Takao could have gone over the entire stone and not seen a single name he recognized, but it wasn't something he ever paid attention to. Even though they were heroes of the village, who fought and gave their lives so that Takao could enjoy his own lazy lifestyle, he still didn't recognize any of them. T'was a shame, really. He raised his gaze to the surrounding area. Three beat to shit pillars of wood stood erect from the ground, scarred with age and damage from training. This would prove as a suitable grounds for their first meeting, but there wasn't much choice in the matter now. He had already sent out the message to all three shinobi, so all that was left to do now was wait. The dark-haired ninja leaned against the side of the monument and closed his eyes. What better way was there to pass the time other than a quick nap?
The crisp December air filled the area of the Monument. It wasn't a place Takao visited often, or ever really, but it was a classic location for Konohagakure genin squads to hold their first meeting. It was primarily an open field, the land covered in portions of grass and dried dirt. It hadn't rained for a while now, but that was to be expected during the colder months. Takao exhaled as he approached the location, his eyes following the faded white smoke of his breath as he quietly stepped along. He tugged on the collar of his undershirt and adjusted the green vest on his shoulders. Honestly, how in the hell had he convinced himself to wear this? His other clothing was much more comfortable, this getup felt like wearing an irritated hedgehog... or a sweater made from pure discomfort and evil.
He stopped in front of the monument to examine the names. Nobody he'd ever met before, hell, nobody he'd even heard of before. Takao could have gone over the entire stone and not seen a single name he recognized, but it wasn't something he ever paid attention to. Even though they were heroes of the village, who fought and gave their lives so that Takao could enjoy his own lazy lifestyle, he still didn't recognize any of them. T'was a shame, really. He raised his gaze to the surrounding area. Three beat to shit pillars of wood stood erect from the ground, scarred with age and damage from training. This would prove as a suitable grounds for their first meeting, but there wasn't much choice in the matter now. He had already sent out the message to all three shinobi, so all that was left to do now was wait. The dark-haired ninja leaned against the side of the monument and closed his eyes. What better way was there to pass the time other than a quick nap?