Mage and Melee in Hand. (Training Post.) [P/NK]

Walking through the front doors of Kumogakure no Sato's Training Grounds, Genzo's arm was notably dressed in gauze after his previous encounter with the man of immortality. Ache's soared throughout his whole entire chest after recovering for only one measly day. Work wasn't something a Chuunin could simply throw to the side however, the Hozuki meeting his first Genin whom shall be his pupil until further notice. Nothing much has been elaborated to Genzo, contemplating whether or not his pupil specializes in the same area's that he did himself. What if he didn't? Perhaps the Shinobi uses Weaponry, or worse... Taijutsu?! Ninjutsu and other Chakra based techniques were the Shinobi's prime techniques, he's never even looked into the art of Taijutsu besides fighting against opponent's with such specialty. No, this wasn't bad at all. Using his statistic's including his maneuver's to evade his opponents, Genzo may be capable of teaching such an individual after-all. He still sighed in relief, knowing there's only a one in six chance of such possibility. Before he knew it the man arrived to the center Arena of the Training Ground, leaning against the wall hesitantly stopping himself from grabbing into his pocket for a cigarette. "I hope he shows up soon, I didn't show up for simply nothing..." Sighed Genzo, shuffling himself around until he was comfortable.

(Short post to get thing's started up, goal for me is only 2k wc this thread for speed. Go wild though!)

Under a tree, in Kumogakure sits Kumorasemasu. As the winds blows Kumo’s hair drapes down towards his eyes, he blinks slowly, and then takes his right hands and pushes it out of his way. In his other hand lies an open book titled, “Human Body: The Ultimate Machine”. His black overcoat sleeves were rolled over his arms, whilst his flat red eyes and blank facial feature intensified as he browsed the front page of the book. Kumorasemasu lays his head upon the tree and stares into the sky, and begins to reminisce, sighing deeply the Nara then closing the book and simply shoves it down into his pants pouch. Kumo’s hands then clutch the ground and he pushes himself up to his feet. “Have to read this later, I’m supposed to be doing something.” Thoughts wonder throughout Kumo’s head as he struggles to remember, it seemed to be less important to him. He leans his body against the tree letting his full weight be supported, and closes his eyes. As Kumo’s eyes are closed, he imagines his mother, remembering her smell of sweet roses and her insanely bright smile, Kumo’s heart began to racing. The Nara knew his parent’s could never come back to Kumogakure no Sato, he would never be able to be happy with his family again, he grew slightly enraged. Kumorasemasu opens his eyes it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness and wind blowing. Kumorasemasu pushes himself off the tree with his right hand and shoves them into hit pockets, pausing for a second, then slowly begins to walk down the roads Kumogakure No Sato. “What a boring day, I need to spend my time training or…” Kumo pauses and his eyes open wide, remembering that had a meeting with his supposed Chuunin Sensei today. “Aw, this blows.” Kumo says underneath his breath and takes off towards the Kumogakure no Sato Training Grounds. Kumorasemasu hopes that this so called Sensei will be able to help him develop as an ninja, Kumo has the desire to be the absolute greatest their can be, despite his lazy attitude. He arrives at the Training Grounds. Kumo takes a deep breathe and slowly places his hand against the door pushing it open, before walking inside. He analyzes the establishment, raising his eyebrow, and placing his hands back deeply into his pockets. Finding another man, standing in middle of the training grounds, hunched up against a wall. The Nara begins analyzing the man, he stood tall and athletic, he seemed like the kind who carried weight like a weapon, not interesting whatsoever. Kumo’s facial expression shifts as he see’s the gauzes around the Chuunins chest area. “Did he just come out of battle, and he’s completely okay?” The Nara begins walks towards the mysterious man. “I wonder who the hell this guy is?" Kumorasemasu thinks, chuckling softly. Inches away from the man, Kumo sends out his right hand swiftly pointing directly at him. “Who the hell are you?” Kumorasemasu states, gaining the gentleman full attention.

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