1 Private Lessons [Lynn Uchiha|No Kill|Training] Thu May 04, 2017 8:33 pm
Kizashi
D-rank
Syekren was out on the balcony of the administration building's second floor today, lazily staring out over the village that he could see. He had spent most of his day indoors, filling out paperwork about his new squad, accepting two missions to take them on within the following week, as well as marking himself down as a teacher since there was even paperwork for that now. Bureaucracy hit sunagakure no sato like a freight train, so to speak, and Syekren simply wasn't used to all the paperwork and seriousness of the place. This new kazekage really whipped everything and everyone into shape. This had become almost second nature to the villagers and the shinobi, the paperwork that is and it was all like one fine and well-oiled machine. The problem was that doing so much paperwork was a bit of a hassle sometimes.
The young shinobi sighed, rubbing his eye carefully, his fingers hitting the edge of his hitai-ate pulled over his left eye. His black hair, short enough to barely kiss the nape of his neck, hung loosely just at eyebrow level and had some spike to it. He wore a black netted shinobi shirt with black out sleeves to cover his arms, the sleeves not being netter of course. Over this he wore a shinobi vest with pockets on the inside, pocketed shinobi tights and black tabi with sandals. He was the epitome of cliche ninja at this point in his life and he didn't care much. If one looked him over they'd see a muscular frame in the clothing of the man and well toned muscles through the netted shirt and tight clothing. He was quite the beautiful man to behold, save for the scruffy beard he had, too short to be unkempt and too long to be five o'clock shadow.
Syekren had enough of all this paperwork and sitting around doing nothing for the entire day. He wanted to get out and do something, maybe train or just get some fresh air. It was all too much to simply sit idly and just write his name over and over to signify he understood what was going on, and yes he knew the risks of taking the genin on B-Rank missions, etcetera. He just wanted to get out and do stuff, he really appreciated at this point how hard the Lady Kazekage must work to keep this village in shape, and how much paperwork she had to do. He couldn't understand how she did it day in and day out and almost felt as though he'd never want to have to deal with that in his lifetime. Almost. To be fair, he never actually considered it before now but this paperwork was just too much for him and it wasn't nearly as much as she did. He needed a break.
After a few more hours, it was turning into early noon hours, around two or three if Syekren had to guess, and he was finally able to leave the administration building. He'd had a lot to answer and sign for in five years of his absence and they made sure he suffered. Once he was free the young shinobi quietly stretched, walking out of the doors to the administration building, heading into the town. He wandered aimlessly, stopping by a stand to acquire a small bottle of water, opening it to take a few sips before an idea crossed his mind. Now would be a great time to see if the Uchiha on his team was any use and see if he trained well. With silent resolution, he moved back towards the administration building, stopping a chuunin and after writing a note, sent him to find Lynn and give him the message.
The note read: "Syekren here, I figured today was too good a day to sit idly and do nothing. If you feel a fire in your stomach and want some private training time with your new sensei, meet me in the Sandy Arena. I figure we could take a bit to learn from one another and improve your skills."
With the note in hand, the chuunin ran off to find who he was charged with and Syekren made his way off to the meeting place. It wasn't too long before he reached his destination, choosing a place further ways from the fenced area, so that his genin charge would get no ideas. He didn't want to have to deal with losing a genin to the hideous and horrendous horrors beyond that fence and figured the many training dummies and tools for use around them would prove more than adequate for what he had in mind. After all, he wasn't planning to pummel the young man or anything, simply to show a few skills off and see what he himself knew.
OOC: Goes without saying, anything learned about Syekren here doesn't go into the squad thread as this would IC be after those events.
WC: 820
The young shinobi sighed, rubbing his eye carefully, his fingers hitting the edge of his hitai-ate pulled over his left eye. His black hair, short enough to barely kiss the nape of his neck, hung loosely just at eyebrow level and had some spike to it. He wore a black netted shinobi shirt with black out sleeves to cover his arms, the sleeves not being netter of course. Over this he wore a shinobi vest with pockets on the inside, pocketed shinobi tights and black tabi with sandals. He was the epitome of cliche ninja at this point in his life and he didn't care much. If one looked him over they'd see a muscular frame in the clothing of the man and well toned muscles through the netted shirt and tight clothing. He was quite the beautiful man to behold, save for the scruffy beard he had, too short to be unkempt and too long to be five o'clock shadow.
Syekren had enough of all this paperwork and sitting around doing nothing for the entire day. He wanted to get out and do something, maybe train or just get some fresh air. It was all too much to simply sit idly and just write his name over and over to signify he understood what was going on, and yes he knew the risks of taking the genin on B-Rank missions, etcetera. He just wanted to get out and do stuff, he really appreciated at this point how hard the Lady Kazekage must work to keep this village in shape, and how much paperwork she had to do. He couldn't understand how she did it day in and day out and almost felt as though he'd never want to have to deal with that in his lifetime. Almost. To be fair, he never actually considered it before now but this paperwork was just too much for him and it wasn't nearly as much as she did. He needed a break.
After a few more hours, it was turning into early noon hours, around two or three if Syekren had to guess, and he was finally able to leave the administration building. He'd had a lot to answer and sign for in five years of his absence and they made sure he suffered. Once he was free the young shinobi quietly stretched, walking out of the doors to the administration building, heading into the town. He wandered aimlessly, stopping by a stand to acquire a small bottle of water, opening it to take a few sips before an idea crossed his mind. Now would be a great time to see if the Uchiha on his team was any use and see if he trained well. With silent resolution, he moved back towards the administration building, stopping a chuunin and after writing a note, sent him to find Lynn and give him the message.
The note read: "Syekren here, I figured today was too good a day to sit idly and do nothing. If you feel a fire in your stomach and want some private training time with your new sensei, meet me in the Sandy Arena. I figure we could take a bit to learn from one another and improve your skills."
With the note in hand, the chuunin ran off to find who he was charged with and Syekren made his way off to the meeting place. It wasn't too long before he reached his destination, choosing a place further ways from the fenced area, so that his genin charge would get no ideas. He didn't want to have to deal with losing a genin to the hideous and horrendous horrors beyond that fence and figured the many training dummies and tools for use around them would prove more than adequate for what he had in mind. After all, he wasn't planning to pummel the young man or anything, simply to show a few skills off and see what he himself knew.
OOC: Goes without saying, anything learned about Syekren here doesn't go into the squad thread as this would IC be after those events.
WC: 820