Team Purple

Sakana had just woken up, not in his bed though. Actually he had no clue as to where he was. Around him was yellow walls, a tray with some medical supplies on it and a chair in the corner of the room. Sakana himself was in a bed, the last thing he remembered was going on his first chuunin preliminary exam, the details of the mission started to flood back into his mind, he remembered all his injuries and then finally it clicked. He remembered the world going black after he had touched the scroll, he had passed the mission but at the expense of his health and well being, the drab yellow room he was in must have been the kumo hospital. He had not really been in here before as he always keep himself out of trouble as a child. The still gennin noticed the bandages around his ankle that he was finally able to move again, because he remembered it getting shattered by the closing floor. His shoulder was also wrapped to concealed the kunai wound that pretty much tore a hole in his shoulder. There were people talking outside but he had not paid any mind to them until he saw Julie walking him.
 
Julie looked scared and excited at the same time, he wondered what the scare was as she could see he was awake and ok. When she started talking it seemed that a million words had fallen out of her mouth, “Sakana you had me and Kaigo so worried, your injuries looked awful when they brought you in and you were in critical condition, they did not know if you were going to survive the injuries, I’ve been here at the hospital for two weeks waiting for you to wake up, Kaigo is also worried sick about you and keeps checking up on you but he has to run his business and entrusted that if anything would have happened that I would have come and saved him, they woman who brought you in told me how you were training to become a chuunin and that you suffered serious injuries during your trials but were too stubborn to quit so that’s how you ended up here at the hospital.”
 
After Julie’s speech to him, Sakana came to the realization that he had not just been here overnight as he had previously imagined but instead he had been here in a coma for two full weeks, he still thought it was worth it for passing though. Sakana and Julie had took some time to talk about what medicine and healing had been done to put him in stable condition and how he was supposed to take it easy for a little while. Around an hour later Julie realized she had forgotten to tell Sakana about a summoning that he had been called to.  She had told him that someone named Komon had sent a request to his house earlier that day to meet him up for something important, this freaked Sakana out because if the message had come earlier that meant he was super super late already.
 
Sakana then forced himself out of bed. He had not realized how weak he still was until he fell on his ankle again. Julie rushed to his side and reminded him that he was to take it easy and whoever Komon was would just have to understand his reasoning for being late. The Meijin boy knew his friend was correct, but he did still have to go, he looked outside as he was on the third floor so instead of walking, no matter how much he hated it he was going to have to fly. He turned to Julie and said “I will be back I promise, please tell Kaigo I am ok and I will come home soon, ok?” Julie nodded but he could see the sadness in her face. He then placed his painter set on his arm and started to draw a hawk. He placed his hand out the window and the hawk came to life outside, he climbed out the window on to the hawk and headed towards the meeting place that Sakana had summoned him to.  
 
As he was flying above he saw not just Komon, but also Komori and Hitori there two, he came to the conclusion that this was probably more important than he thought. He saw a scared look on Hitori’s face as he hobbled off the hawk, making sure to take it easy on his leg, he figured it was ok to interrupt their conversation because he needed to explain himself on why he was late. He approached the group and when he had their attention he said, “Sorry for being late, I kind of just woke up from a two week coma after my first step to become chuunin, I got some cool battle scars though.” He guestered to his shoulder and leg, trying to make it not sound like a big deal. “So umm could anyone fill me in on what I missed while I was out, and more importantly why we are here right now?”
 

WC:859

Komon turned to his third student, Sakana. The boy was late but it appeared he had a more than good excuse, He had been rendered into a coma during his first exam. Komon frowned upon hearing this, to his recollection both he and his brother had come out of that exam completely unscathed. Sakana was going to need some more training. “Komori, When you wrap up learning that lightning blade I’d appreciate you teaching sakana some more techniques.” Then he’d turn to inform Sakana of the village's current state of being. “Since you’ve been out of it for about two weeks I imagine you haven’t heard and that this may come as a bit of shock to you… But it appears that Kumogakure will be going to war, I’ve recently received orders that our team has been assigned to an assault on the hidden rain. So we have to prepare” Is all the information he’d give the young meijin.


It was about time he got to work on learning some more A ranks, and with his newfound skill in weaponry he figured that his Katana was a good area to start. Although he quickly noted to himself that he needed to invest in a better sword recalling that senshi’s family where a group of blacksmiths. “Yah, I’ll ask him” He said to himself rather quietly as he inspected his shiny metallic Katana, It had served him well for the time he had had it, but it no doubt needed a replacement in war time, it was standard issue and would to easily break. He sighed as he thought about what he would do with it once it was replaced. It seemed like a waste to leave it hanging in his bedroom. Maybe he’d just lend it off to a new owner or something along those lines.

As he let out a sigh at his current sword owner predicament he slid the well taken care of blade back into its sheath, letting it rest while dangling on his hip, before he pulled out a small book about the size of his palm that fitted effortlessly into his weapons pouch. The book was titled “The Shinobi Essentials of Kenjutsu” And listed many swordsmanship forms and basic drills designed to improve even the most basic of sword user's skill in melee combat. He spent a couple seconds flipping through the book before he began to walk over to a training dummy already marked with several dozen sword slashes. Through the years it appeared to have been used quite frequently and survived the wear and tear. It didn’t really surprise him, Kumogakure training equipment was built to last.

Again the Hyuuga gennin unsheathed his katana letting it glisten in the sun before holding it high over his head as the drill said, He intended to learn an A rank he had previously been studying but wanted to brush up on his basic strikes before hand, first he practiced jabbing straight at the dummy's wooden chest little chips of wood flying off as his katana pierced itself into the body, the thick wood causing his sword to stop barely after it had entered, and leaving a soft pain in his palm.

Then he’d practice a sideways slash at the dummy's mock rib cage going under the poles that stuck out to imitate arms. Leaving several wooden scars on the posts underbelly. As he hacked away at his immobile foe he looked at his team to check on their progress. He turned just in time to hear the young red head uzumaki request a partner for his technique, Komon having read about it before hand knew full well why and decided that he would be best suited for the task since everybody else was already into their training.

He walked across the field to hitori as he began to suppress his chakra to low levels so that the boy could actually use the technique on him. “Alright Hitori, give it a shot lets see what you can do.” He’d say with a smile on his face.

WC: 1590

The boy who had just come out of a coma was surprised to hear of the news that they were going to war. From all the history books Sakana had read, there had never really been a benefit to wars, all they accomplished was one land acquired more land from a rival nation then later on the other nation would try to reclaim it. So while he was not crazy on the idea of war he did like what had come out of Komon;s mouth next. The team of, Komon, Komori, Sakana and Hitori was assigned to capture the hidden rain village and establish a military outpost there. Other than history one of the Meijin’s favorite things to do was explore, and since he was not really allowed to leave the village on normal circumstances, and he had seen all the cloud had to offer that was open to him,  he would gladly accept the invitation to go see a new land that most ninja had never seen before. 
 
After speaking to him Komon would go off and practice his sword skills, as his comrade had seen him doing on his previous mission to catch the temple robbers.  After that Komori walked towards Sakana and questioned him about the maze and how he had gotten so hurt. The still hurt Meijin would go on to explain it to Komori, “The first part of the maze was pretty easy, I thought the whole thing was going to be a cake walk but once I had seen the guards I realized I had no way to distract them with the materials I had so I quickly learned to use the water needle technique on the spot to break the sprinklers, cause a distraction and give myself a water source all at the same time. Everything was going well till I had slipped and fallen into a hole, but I held on to the edges because at the bottom of the whole were spikes that were designed to kill any trespassers,  I tried using my chakra to walk up the wall of the whole but the floor was made out of some material that messed with my chakra and would not allow me to use the surface walking technique. As I was pulling my self out of the hole it shut hard on my leg and shattered it, I was able to use a chakra anesthetic to lessen the pain and continued on. Eventually much later, I accidentally triggered a trip wire trap that had flung two kunai at me. By the time I noticed I did not have any time to dodge it so instead I had used the water replacement technique to turn my ankle into water to prevent further damage but I was still hit in the shoulder by a kunai. I hobbled on with the pain and once I had passed I must have passed out from exhaustion. “
 
Komori had listen to Sakana’s   story and after extended the invitation to learn new water style jutsu. At this point the Meijin felt too weak to do any heavy training so he declined the offer from the chuunin. The only other observation that the gennin had made was of the other gennin. He had not seen him since they had learned infusion together and it had appeared that Hitori was the same nervous kid he was all that time ago, he seemed to be more comfortable around Komon though, as he had started to train with him.
 

WC: 1446

The scene in front of him was rather strange as he turned to walk towards the uzumaki. For one Hitori seemed to be mad at him, understandable considering the current village predicament, not everyone had a heart for war and he understood that. However he also understood that hitori had to toughen up if he wanted to survive it. He gave an almost harsh look towards the kid intending to come off as a “Suck it up” kind of message towards him. As he did this he heard Sakana decline Komori’s offer to help him train.

“As if one uncooperative gennin wasn’t enough” He’d think to himself as his palm touched his face. “Whatever.. Komori is a chuunin now, He can deal with that one.” The young Hyuuga would mutter as he stopped walking less than two meters away from the redheaded gennin. “So are we gonna do this or what”

Hitori seemed to still have no interest in carrying on real conversation with him however and instead gave a simple. “It should be right about here” Before lashing out and poking Komon in the neck. The Hyuuga Chuunin felt a slight shock but the effects of the jutsu almost instantly left and in an effort to show the Uzumaki the fault in his technique lashed out with his left hand at a speed the boy would have no hope of following striking him across the cheek lightly. Not enough to hurt him or even knock him off his feet but just to let him know that if he had been an enemy the uzumaki would have been in a bit of trouble.

“You should probably try again” He’d say yawning as he did so.

WC: 1875