A-Team Assembles (Invite)

Zento awoke from his home. Rolling around in his bed hearing glass bottles of booze roll off of his covers and hit the floor. Rolling off his bed and slamming into the ground shortly after. Luckily avoiding the glass but hurt a little. "I'm awake!" Zento said to no one shortly realizing that. He grabbed a few of the bottles and tossed them into a trash can before getting up and doing his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, shit, and then get dressed. He walked outside to find a letter in the mail. Pulling it out and reading it to himself. He had to meet up somewhere? Didn't have a choice in the matter? Panic rain downed on Zento. What kind of blackmail could they have? Did they know about the Valcano people? Did they find out about an embarrassing holiday moment or have a photo of some sort? What did they want with Zento? He didn't have time to read the whole letter out as panic took him over. Sweat dripping down his eyebrow. "I better do what they ask. And I have to hurry and get there!"  Quickly running only to bash his knee into the side of the mail box and hit the ground rolling around in pain.


Quickly getting up and dusting himself off, Zento set out to find his blackmailers. He needed a hangover cure though. A pit stop to a place to eat for breakfast. Walking to the closest place for food. Stumbling his way to a hole in the wall diner to get his breakfast. It was a greasy mess. It had hash browns with peppers, onions, and a over easy egg on top still in the skillet it was cooked in. Zento slapped some Hot sauce on it and quickly ate the whole thing. He waited for his bill and saw it. reaching in his pockets, Zento forgot his wallet. Not that it mattered. The wallet was empty anyways. Zento put his hand up to call for his waitress. "Excuse me there was a mix up. You see, I some how forgot that I don't have money and cannot pay. Please forgive me. I was drunk last night and today am just irresponsible. Have a good day." Quickly, as Zento got up, the waitress stopped him saying he would have to pay for the food or they would have to take other measures. "So, what if I didn't leave with the food? If I say in the building and shit it out, will it still be stealing? I mean, the food never left the place did it?" The waitress, did not respond. Zento then quickly put his finger in his mouth. Forcing him to throw it up all over the table and wiping his mouth. The waitress distracted as he walked away. "Food was shit anyways."  He mumbled to himself. He was lying though. Zento knew that was the best damn breakfast he ever had and would definitely be back.


Zento walked around the village wondering what he was doing. He remembered he had something to do but couldn't remember. He rubbed his knee that bashed into his mailbox. Then it hit him! Blackmail. Where was it though? Shit shit shit. Zento thought to himself. He had to guess. Zento had to think about this for a while. Wondering around the village. Cold eyes staring everywhere. But inside, Zento was in full panic mode. He started stumbling to the actual destination on accident. Seeing a man with red hair with a bunch of rocks. He thought that this seemed right. The man who knew something and was ready to blackmail Zento. 




Zento took a breath. Calming down and slowly walking over to the man. He then walked over by the rocks. No one else was here it seemed. This seemed like the right place. He would walk up to the pile of rocks. Putting his back to it facing away from the man. Thinking about what was going on. Trying to figure it out and then spoke. "I want my lawyer." Keeping a straight face. He couldn't back down. He put his hand to his stomach. Seemed that his breakfast that was left in there wasn't agreeing with him. He could feel gas build up slowly. Taking a deep breath and thinking to himself. Don't. Please.

At last as he stood up reading his letter. Ghost was indeed not shock at all by this out come. He was to meet his new team in the mountains. He hah heard through the great vine about such a thing coming about. But who would he be teamed up with. Most likely his fellow AB Combo will be with him. Things were starting to get good as he prepared himself. Packing on all his ninja tools and putting on his katana. Ghost was ready to leave. So leaving is what he did and he didn't even think twice about it. All he had with him was a few apples and a bottle of water. This is what he needed all he needed.




Soon he would leave the village and make his way toward the mountains and a mountain at that. This team meeting could have been at a bar or something. Unless they was planning something else for this new team. Either way Ghost was sure he was in good health. Well at least he hopes he is. Ghost would smile as he started to make his way up to the top. Slowly but he would make it to his destination. Ghost looks on to see two other Shinobi. Walking up to them he would simply say. " I'm Ghost SinnSage Hyuga and reporting for duty." He would say this with the upmost respect.


With his long black hair and his eyelids closed. One would not be able to tell he was a Hyuga as his eyes would have gave it away. More importantly he wonder just what could the three of them do in a group. All the while thinking more should be on their way. With his katana on his back he was extremely prepared for this meeting. 
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As he skimmed over the mysterious letter he received early one morning, it would take Rayul long to know the purpose of receiving the undocumented paper. He'd be sent on somewhat of another mission, but this time he didn't have a choice on whether to accept it or not. The demanding document raised red flags in his head, and the smart shinobi suspected that the leader of his team was behind the summoning of him, but never-the-less, Rayul never backs down from a task, even though it was stated that choosing to stay at home was not an option, but this one had a little bit of suspense tied to it, something that pumped the veins of the cloud ninja full of adrenaline.

He was told to pack accordingly since apparently, he'd be spending a day out within the mountains of Kumogakure. Grabbing his backpack, he filled it with a few water bottles, 4 to be exact, his weapon pouch with 3 kunai, leaving his smoke bombs at home, and also a spare shirt, just in case he sweats a lot and clean linen would provide somewhat a better quality-of-life by not sleeping in wet clothing. Hee also packed a few packets of instant ramen and some leftover Bonsai Rolls from dinner his aunt prepared the night before. Feeling as if all preparations have been made, he leaves the comfort of his home and heads the direction of the village gates, ready to see what awaits him at the marked location.

As he makes his way out of the village, he continuously reads over the letter he was sent, getting more excited as he approaches his destination. He thinks about what if this is just some rookie-style way of getting Genin to visit the mountains to learn the layout of the region, as other similar thoughts cross his mind, it feels more like a drag. He begins to walk with his hands interlaced behind his head, looking up at the sun from time to time, as he slowly reached the border of the mountains. Wishing the letter included a guide on how to properly read a map, he sits beside a road, as he finally grasps hold on the direction he would need to go to reach the marked location.

He continues to walk, and his anticipation as to what awaited him at the "X" grew larger. Was it a leader? The Raikage HIMSELF? Maybe this was an ambush; someone wanting the Uchiha's eyes, hoping that he'd be able to kill him where nobody would be able to find him while the assailant made his escape. He laughed at himself, knowing that for a second he doubted his skill. "Nobody will be taking my eyes, at least not anytime soon.", he bolstered. Continuing along the path, he thinks about taking a water bottle out of his bag and having a drink, but remembering that food and water were a requirement that I met before coming, he knew that he'd probably need it later along the line than now.

Overlooking road after road, between rock formations and all, Rayul is on the correct path towards the marked location, looking for any clues on which will signal to him that he's reached it.

Zento grabbed the thing of water. Taking a few drinks and falling on his back into the grass. Taking it away from his lips as he gasped for air. Giving a thumbs up to the man who knew Zento before having his arm fall back into the grass. He didn't seem to have to worry about blackmail. More people showing up and looking over at them all. The silence falling over them as Zento closed his eyes waiting. Hearing The man named ghost tell the two who he was. Zento waited longer. It was a silence that he felt was meant to be there from the jounin. After a little bit, He heard the man whistle and Zento quickly jumped up. "I'M UP!" He said looking around. He must have dozed off for a second and seeing a third guy show up. He would hear the jounin talk about trust and that this was a team. Taking a sigh of relief as he heard that. Zento would listen to the man and wait till he finished. He made it clear he knew all of them and wanted the everyone to get to know each other. 

Zento thought for a moment and nodded. "Please excuse me." He said walking into some bushes. Vomiting the rest of his meal. Putting his hand up giving a thumbs up. "I'm good!" He said sounding half dead. Taking another drink before spitting it out to get the taste out of his mouth. Zento walked back and cleared his throat. "Ok, I'm Zento Yuki. My family owned a weapon smith shop where I practiced my craft for a while. I enjoy having a good meal and a good laugh. Uhhhhh," Zento thought for a moment. Taking a seat on the ground and then getting on his back. "I'm gonna lay down for a little if that's no problem." He said. Continuing his introduction. "I am working on my water jutsus and needing to unlock my clans ice abilities. I enjoy a good rest at a hot spring and good drinks." Turning his head gagging a little as if he was going to vomit. But nothing coming out before putting his hand up. 

"Quick question though." Stumbling to sit up and putting a little water in his hand to splash into his face. "I heard rumors that the kage was taking a trip or something out of the village. If that's true, how did you get orders now? If it's trust you want from a team how do I know you're not going to harvest my organs and sell them on the black market? Stranger danger and what not." Zento would bring his hand to his chin resting his elbow on his leg as he looked over at the man who gave him his water. Tossing it back at him. Looking at him with a cold stare before it quickly going wide eyed as he could hear loudly gas leaving his backside. Taking a while to leave. Growing in sound as it quickly stopped. Putting his finger up and closing his eyes looking away. The smell was like something had died in him and he took his fan out of his sleeve. Trying to fan it away from the group and keeping as serious of a look as he can as if none of that happened.

Oh my was Ghost in a panic state especially since he was a meat freak. Looking over at Zen he was too crazy and his manner was more or less nonsense. No better then a man with low expectations. He would smile as he knew they had to be teamed up for a reason. But in all seriousness he would look to the man who would be leading this team. "As you all know I am apart of the AB Combo with my dear friend here Rayul. We make a great tag team  UT this squad thing is new to me. As you all know I am a Hyuga so I rely heavily on the Byakugan. However not many would be foolish enough to fight a taijustu fight with a Hyuga." He would smile as he looked up at the rising sun.


" So I have developed more justu to help me close the gap of me and my foes. These Justus are more or less know to either distract my foe or plan out right confused them. Not to forget hurt them. So what I can bring to the team is my diversion tactics. Deliberately misrepresenting your thoughts and feelings to the point of absurdity. This is what I am all about and once you let your guard down I would use the eight trigram on you. But at the moment I am training to take on a certain tail beast." He would look to Zen then back to the leader as the kage question came about.


" I heard through the great one that he left on a very important mission. I do thank him for bringing a moment of peace here. But how long will that last how embarrassing is it that an outsider had to come and do that shame on us damn cloud Shinobi. Well brother your up." He would say that as he looked at Rayul.

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None of that political shit was on Rayul's temple when he was listening to this Jounin go on. The Genin, "Zento", was puking his mouth out, Rayul laughing his guts out, but the Uchiha-blooded Genin had no time jibberish as of now. It was no time for truces, He popped his black jacket after the man claimed Leadership, saying "Rayul, brah.", clicking his tongue twice. He looked the man up and down, knowing that he'd still have to show respect, because what's a better way of him learning some new skill? Hell, Rayul was already self-disciplined, having natural control of Lightning Release as most the city's population does, and Katon had just begun to come perfectly for him, of course with him being blessed with Uchiha blood from his mother. His Sharingan was about to peak it's 3rd Tomoe, it wouldn't take much more to set the boy off, he was thirsty to learn more so that he could do more.

Correcting the position of his Hidden Cloud Headband, the crooked-geared shinobi asked the man he'd probably try and be forced to call "Sensei" Noboru. "What's popping, Slime?", he'd ask in his form of lingo. Looking the man up and down he takes a good first impression of the Jounin, and he was still fairly young. This whole thing about "Being sent by the Raikage" and "Having orders of this and that" didn't bother the kid as the man mumbled; he was simply there to get some training, possible knowledge, and that's IT. He relaxed as the group became more acquainted with each other, him already having a brotherly bond with the Hyuuga Ghost.

Noburu had asked of the 3 their desires as a whole. What would be their combinations? He didn't know for Zento, him having met him only once, but he and Ghost both have very special pairs of eyes. The Byakugan and Sharingan would prove to be a powerful combo if the two could pull it off. I spotted a small rock close to the group and sat down. The young Uchiha thought about selling his soul, making a pact with the demons to chase some otherworldly power, but he promised his Aunt that he'd never be the old Rayul. He was driven by hatred; his father killed his mother since she saves him from the fucker at birth.  He vowed he'd continue down a path to get stronger, but over time he'd think about changing his ways. Maybe being in a group of "similar" thinking people would help even him out a little. It seemed like a good idea, and with Zento seeming to be the life of the party he knew he'd at least always be entertained. Eventually, he shared his thoughts, saying he wanted to progress to Chunin, and the quicker he could improve his skills the better. He was a fast learner, hoping to be able to get something out of all three of them, knowing that they'd love some knowledge he'd share with them. He could teach them Fire, if none of them had already practiced Katon, and knew a few advanced jutsus, well, the more than "basic"  ones. He wouldn't reveal his trump card to them, not just yet, but he knew he wasn't the only one with a plan. The way the guy came off was sneaky, how'd he get permission from the Raikage if the Raikage was gone? He must've thought Rayul didn't read, or at least keep up with the news of the village. He was a self-absorbing book, always reading Enxcylopedias on missions, stopping by the library day upon day, talking with the locals(a rather beautiful librarian at that) and so much more did the Cloud Shinobi know. He'd play along though, feeling that the man did have good intentions of helping them all towards their goals. He seemed to want to gain from them in skills as well in some way, and as he talked his principles are some of the same as Rayul.

He was getting full, and by the time the guy was finished talking he had already begun to finish his ramen he walked there eating, making sure it was a huge bowl knowing how long it took him to get here. He slurped away, drinking the now cold broth as if it was fresh, making sure his face mask wasn't stained. He was trying his hardest not to be blunt, knowing that the man was bullshitting all three of them from the get-go with that little "Raikage's Orders" spill, even hell, even Zento had a hunch something was up. He cleared away from the group once a horrid smell hit his nose, knowing that the Ninja who puked his guts was the culprit of this horrible stench. It nearly made him vomit himself, being that he was near full from the bowl of noodles. Dude, That is the sickest shit I've smelt in my entire life." he laughed, knowing the others were caught in the toxic smell. He'd have more time later lolly-gagging around, for now, was his time to get down to business. He had a point to prove to himself, knowing that he had the potential to become powerful, and what else? Rayul had some dark thoughts, some of which he kept to himself, vowing to take to his grave if never achieved. The world around him was in a constant state of evolution...only those who were not self-disciplined would be killed in the end. He knew this group would eventually turn out to be more than what it currently was, it would just take the right amount of dedication from them all to get there.

The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as it’s powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within kumogakure , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room Hikaru Renkaio soon to be academy student  laid sleeping until it ever so rudely shined in his face. The snow haired male’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as he retreated under his covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “uhhh god why have you forsaken me?” , Hikaru would attempt to stretch while still under the cover only to push himself out of the bed and falling face front onto the floor his body now exposed Hikaru would let out a sigh as he opened his eyes. Picking himself up, he would grab himself a fresh pair of clothes,undergarments and socks leaving his katana by his bedside , his bare feet would touch the cold marble floor as he entered his bathroom placing all he had brought upon the toilet seat lid and removing his undergarments before he would step into the glass box like shower. A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over Hikaru his hair trying to retain water would droop over the left side of his face , he would seemingly let the water hit him for a good five to fifteen minutes just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how he liked his water. he would grab a washcloth and began slowly scrubbing his arms as he turned around letting the water run down his back.


Hikaru would reach for the bottle of strawberry shampoo which rested upon a rack which was suction cupped to the glass wall in the shower along with moisturizers and a single lufa, he would firmly squeeze a dollop of shampoo into his palm and place the bottle back within its place on the rack ; he would begin rubbing it into his hair creating a mass of suds massaging his scalp with the shampoo as well the sweet and lovely smell of strawberries filled his nostrils as he continued to wash his hair and massage his scalp , Hikaru would let the water blast away the suds from his being he would then quickly turn the water off , Hikaru stood in the shower for merely a moment allowing water to drip from his body onto the pool of draining water on the floor of the shower. Stepping out of the shower Hikaru would lightly fluctuate his chakra causing the water to fly off his body and hit the floor. “Gotta love the perks of being a ninja” he would mumble as he grabbed the clean set of clothes he had brought into the bathroom with him.


Hikaru would make his way to the toilet and begin hearing himself up , once dressed he would take a moment to return to his room checking himself out in the mirror. He stood at roughly five feet nine inches not really all that spectacular for someone within his age range , he’s not all that imposing to his enemies. Atop his head sits a silver mop of hair , he doesn't bother coming the crows nest atop his head although it may appear styled that is simply the way his hair grows. Unlike his shinobi peers Hikaru does not where the traditional Ninja attire he instead dons a custom samurai outfit ; although the only thing that's custom about it is the fact he has ditched the upper half of the armor. He possess a pair of thigh and shin guards and a pair of very old timey sandals as most individuals stopped using waraji sandals for more modern comfortable footwear. Along with this uniform he has cloak which is held to him by a pair of medallions around the neck area one depicting his family’s crest which is a golden phoenix with spread wings. He is never seen without a smile a trait that has stuck with him and doesn't show any signs of fading , most would find this cute but his yellow eyes and pale skin can make his gaze…...unsettling. And lastly he is a lanky petite male ; but don't let that fool you, those noodle arms are packing some punch. Also with his snow pale skin that glows in the somber moonlight , he could easily be mistaken for a woman should he cross-dress.


Hikaru would stifle a small giggle remembering all the trouble his uniform had caused him over the years with his instructors. “Jokes on them i became a genin anyway” he would say chipperly as he turned on his heel and walked toward his bed , the young aspiring samurai would lift his pillow to reveal 2 weapon pouches ‘a ninja must always be prepared’ he thought to himself as he strapped on the pouches. He would head slowly make his way downstairs where he would see his dad waiting for him , his father was a poor site to see years of working the forge had left him hunched over and worn out. One reason he wanted to become a samurai along with even trying to become a ninja, was so he could support his ageing father for once.


Hikaru would perk up as he noticed his father holding a letter which was addressed to him , Hikaru would lead his father to a chair before giving him a quick hug. “Whatcha got there pops?” he would ask crouching down to his father's eye level ; the act for most would seem demeaning and child like but his father had bad posture and need to be talked to like this to have an intimate conversation. The boys father would hold the letter up and slowly push it toward his son , “i was debating whether or not to tell you my boy , I've already read the letter you are to meet your superiors at the location detailed within” he would rasp out in his old age. This earned a small smile and a shake of the head as Hikaru took the letter and hugged his father once more , “I'll see you later on then old man” he would say as he headed out the door.


Hikaru would read the letter as he strolled out the door and into his father’s blacksmithing shop , “food and water…” he would mumble to himself as he walked over to a cabinet grabbing a small bento with onogari in it and a bottle of water “...this should do” he would say as he packed away his later meal. 


1 hour later
 
‘WHERE IS IT!?WHERE IS IT!?WHERE IS IT!?WHERE IS IT!?’  he would scream to himself internally as he bolted around kumogakure as fast as his legs would carry him , Hikaru’s sense of direction wasn't the best and he destroyed the letter after reading it so he couldn't double check his position. Once the white clad samurai could finally see a group of ninja in the distance that primarily composed of grown men he assumed that this was the meeting place ; he would slow down his pace just a bit so he could catch his breath when he arrived he would take a knee and bow “please forgive my tardiness sir! I...got lost” he would say a little embarrassed to say that outloud as in actuality he slept in and got the letter late.
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