The Analysis

Only a few hours after her return to Suna and the meeting with the higher ups of the village Mizu was pacing - seems old habits die hard - though this time she was completely alone, having left Pakuun unsummoned since releasing him back in Hoshi. She needed this time, these hours of silence and mental isolation to decide on the next moves. Restlessness had seeped into her bones since the summit, leaving her feeling more on edge as the days progressed, and since the Chunin Exams in Hoshi there was a new pressure added to it all. Action of some sort was necessary but going into a combat situation without clear understanding of the capabilities of her own people was more than irresponsible - it was idiotic. 

The path of her pacing paused just off center of the circular room, her tongue running over the small fangs in thought before striding over to the desk and pulling out a pen and paper to draft an official notice-



It wasn’t much but there was nothing more to say, though… maybe warning them that she herself would be conducting the combat might have been prudent information to give - but she wanted to see their reactions in person if she was honest.

Going over to the window, where a messenger hawk sat perched with the Sunagakure seal on it’s vest, she would tie the notice to his leg and send it to the information center to be replicated and dispersed amongst the active shinobi of the village.


Having not slept the previous night as she had spent her evening catching up on paperwork and only returning home when the sun broke over the horizon she had quickly refreshed herself and would merge with the ground - reappearing at the entrance of the arena. The only thing on her person that would differentiate her from another shinobi of the village was the Kazekage seal painted on her straw hat in cracked and dried blood. So, leaning against the wall next to the door of the arena she would wait, with her eyes closed as the area around her warmed with the coming day.

As the sun slowly began to rise, shining and peaking through the window of his bedroom, Sebastian knew it was about time for him to get up. Although the nightmares never went away the Tau was still able to get a nice bit of sleep in. "I wonder what Souji's up to" he spoke under his breath, mainly talking to himself. By now it had been quite a while since the last time he saw his Hyuuga friend, not that Sebastian was getting lonely but he couldn't help but think how his buddy's travel was coming along. Once finished stretching his muscles the Berserker would finally move from the bed to the living room where he would prepare for what the day had in store for him.

Slowly but surely feeling the tiredness leave his body Sebastian walked up to the front door, hoping to take in a bit of sun. Doing so he suddenly noticed a letter pinned to the door, a message or perhaps another mission? "Another confession? Sheeesh, I still got it" he voiced before opening it with high expectations. Unfortunately his dream of a love letter was soon shattered as he started reading the contents of said message. "See you there, Kazekage". Having finished going over everything written in the letter the Tau was left with a couple of questions, but for now he figured it wouldn't be of much importance, assuming answers would follow soon. "Specialized combat training. Well at least she knows I'm special" rubbing his finger under his nose, experiencing another of his famous dense moments, Sebastian completely ignored the words combat and training. 

Closing the door behind him he then quickly headed to the location where the Simulation Battle Arena could be found, curious about what their Kage had planned for them. Even though he was still getting used to no longer calling her Mizuki but Lady Kazekage, Sebastian couldn't let go of the fond memories they shared regardless of how short lived they were. Or maybe it was all in his head again and she thought of him as a complete idiot, who's to say. Dressed in his favorite sleeveless green hoodie, the foul chakra coursing through his body, it didn't take him all too long to arrive at the area described in the letter. "I'm not surprised you were the first one to arrive". With a smile the Tau slowly started walking closer to where she was standing. "Lady Kazekage", his hand resting on one of his hearts, a slight bow to pay respect to the kunoichi leaning against the wall. In case anyone else had made it before him he would simply greet them as well, but of course not with the same charms as he did with Mizuki. "I believe you have something interesting in store for us". He could already feel it wouldn't be like every other day.

(WC: 481)

Nature Stacks: 1/6

The day had been coming to an end and within the confines of his home's backyard the sound of impacts could be heard. Thuds of various sounds and tempos echoed from the backyard and through the halls of the house as the young genin of the Reishin family honed his skills on his training dummy. With every hit the dummy would let out a thud as it turned round and round as if it was trying to hit him back. Without skipping a beat he ducked his head as one came from the right and blocked it with his right elbow, pushing it back and continuing the cycle. When it came around once more he would take a single step back and bring his leg up in a ninety degree angle, blocking the lower section while simultaneously blocking the upper column from striking his face. He had been at this for seemingly an hour, not a sweat breaking on his body. It was not for a lack of trying. No it was quite the opposite. He was always hot, always burning bright like a flame in the nighttime. The shuffling of feet in the house prompted him to stop the training dummy from moving by grabbing both the right and the left simultaneously and turning his head to see who it had been. It was his parents with a message directed to him. As the message was handed off, Mita would read over it and a smile crept upon his face as he tucked the message into his pockets," Tomorrow should be very interesting then...," his parents inquired about what it was that the message said, but Mita didn't respond and simply walked up to his room. They knew something was up by the way he had been smiling...those demonic like teeth showing through the cracks of his mouth.

As the door closed he began to initiate his shower," A test of one's mettle held by the Kazekage herself... This is going to be my chance to either move up...or show what i can do," these thoughts continued in his head for the entire night. During his shower and after up until he fell asleep. When the sun peaked the next morning he was up and getting dressed. Putting on his training gi, he would begin his walk toward the area mentioned in the letter and let himself in. Looking around from left to right, the ember fueled eyes would begin to look around for other people until he had caught the sight of the hat. The color did not bother him but when he saw the symbol it encompassed he knew who it was. Giving a small bow he would sit in one of the corners and wait for others to show up, hopefully those that would give this a little challenge or even show him something that he had never seen before. If the Kazekage spoke to him, Mita would respond in kind but for the moment he sat in silence with her and waited. He noticed one other in the vicinity with him, but no words would be exchanged. Mita simply sat to his lonesome and embraced the heat that emanated from him.

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Throwing an incense merchant to the ground and destroying their supplies, Honey Bunches threw a parcel of ryo at them and quickly ascended a building, looking out and around the market square where he originated. With his nose clear of any irritating scents, he took a deep breath of the desert air and felt at peace, stretching his great limbs and letting out a yawn that shook his entire body.

Curling up on the ground and starting to fall asleep, the man thought he was dreaming of a mighty storm, pelting him with hail and wind. He stirred restlessly from his nap on the ground to notice two young ninja throwing rocks at him, before they turned tail and ran. He recognized one of them, but let them leave with no chase.

Honey Bunches had refused to return home after his long day of finishing missions, and as such has been in the dark about the happenings of the village as of lately.

Completely and utterly selfish in his senses, the sheer amount of stimulation around him at most given times was enough to distract him, chasing snakes through brushlands and attempting to contain his excitement at the variety of cacti nesting in different hidden spots throughout the village.

As he looked over its entirety, it seemed more comforting and less strange and unfamiliar. He let out a shaky sigh of relief, and he didn’t notice that he had been panicking. Sitting still and calming the shakes in his body, he wrapped his jacket around himself to keep warm, sleeping stubbornly on a market stall.

No matter where he traveled, it seemed the academy nin were always up for nighttime “training”, welts lining his neck and face long before he stirred out of his second nap. Growling at the kids, he spat with all his might and hit one of the kids on the back of the head with a thwap. It threw him off balance, but it was nothing stronger than a quick smack.

Honey Bunches shook his head clear of the pain, and looked around him for real shelter that he didn’t share with fourteen year olds.

He came to an area that he recognized, though he knew he hadn’t been there for long.

Staring up at the great gates of the Kazekage’s district, Honey Bunches felt tiny, before once again feeling that warm feeling inside of him. If he was not an outsider, then everything he saw before him was not uncharted territory, but a home. He slowly turns around, and the night air makes him appreciate how carefree he was in this moment.


Totally ignorant to the stakes in the world, he drifted peacefully into sleep in some ditch or bush, whichever would be closer and not interfere with daily traffic.

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Waking up late in the morning, Honey Bunches smelled the air for a fresh meal, but instead was greeted with the scents of many ninja whom he had shared a space with before.

Quickly following his senses to the crowd, he spied one of his allies and a pamphlet of paper describing what seemed to be the challenge. Looking closely, he noted that it said “Arena”, and he nodded his head as an intellectual would. Noticing the word “groups”, he nodded again, this time a little violently. Snatching a ticket out of his friend Kazue’s hand, he would then forget completely about it as he stuffed it into his front jacket pocket.

It seemed as if they were to square off with some kind of high ranking ninja, and this was enough to send Honey Bunches on an imaginary spiral. Thinking to himself, he imagined a giant feline predator, and got pissed. He would defeat whatever enraged beast came his way, and felt himself getting pumped as he thought about it. Looking up and to the sky, he followed the scents of sweaty ninja making their way to the arena. He fell in line, slowing and quickening his pace to search for any ninja he knew would make a good crew.

He had already agreed to be Kazue’s partner, but was in a frazzled mindset as he noted a group of ninja surrounding another, with the undeniable mark of the Kazekage. Honey Bunches widened his eyes, and quickly brought himself to his senses.

As the gates continued to get closer and closer, once again a familiar smell in his nose started irritating him, but he quickly shook it away and was finished.

He came upon a charming young man, whom he greeted, and a man he recognized as Mita. For the Kazekage he looked to her last, anxiety creeping on him as he looked at the bloodied hat.

He forgot any formalities he had been taught growing up in the academy. Taking off his sunglasses to look at them with his eyes, he simply put his hat on his chest and takes one knee.

“Ung.” He grunts as he lowers himself, not out of exertion but out of unfamiliarity with the movements. “Lazy Kadkaz--” He freezes, trying to erase his previous words with his next like spitfire: “Lady Kazekage...  honor us.” He stays relaxed as dread creeps over him.

Honey Bunches resists the urge to bite his tongue off, and as he tries to keep a straight face he rises and slowly turns, all the jagged markings of his bloodline clear as day on his face and jaw to the group before him. He puts back on his sunglasses before giving a thumbs up and wishing he was dead.

He takes a stiff step to allow more individuals to greet the kazekage, and pays attention to any movement or conversation, on his toes focusing as attentive as he could on everyone and everything besides the strong ninja who stood before him, their rank echoing its importance in the back of his mind.

If spoken to he would respond to not be rude, his confidence slowly returning as he sees more ninja approach the gates. Running a hand through his dirty hair and sighing, Honey Bunches keeps his sights sharp for more individuals to greet.

1019 of 1019

Sunlight would peak over the horizon, the light casting long shadows over the buildings of Sunagakure ;as it climbed its way higher into the sky.Birds could be heard chirping in the distance as the land of Wind awoke, the rays of light washing over the rooftops and into windows - washing the interiors with the warmth of a new day.As the light spilled through his window it lit up the room, adding the unfortunate benefit of hitting the sleeping form of Yemma square in the face. With a few twitches of his eyebrows the young man slowly stirred before abruptly pulling the covers over his head like a spoiled child refusing to wake for school - as if in retaliation to the sun itself.The young lad would lay there under the blanket for a moment or two as he massaged the bridge of his nose, only after a deep huff would he sit up - the blanket still draped over his head and torso. With a yawn Yemma sleepily picked the crust from his eyes, a sign of a well deserved sleep, before softly mumbling to himself, “Time to the start the day.”, letting out another sigh agitating his chakra as to call forth his legions of spiders which would burst forth from his valentine red boxers and toss the cover aside. He would then be greeted with a beam of light directly in the face causing him to command the swarm to slam the curtains all the way shut as he shielded his face. ‘I fucking hate mondays’ he would think to himself as he recalled his swarm into his body place a single pale foot upon the cold sand stone floor of his apartment.

A bone chilling tingle would run up Yemma’s spine as his feet made full contact with the ice cold sandstone floor , ‘i should really invest in a pair of fluffy spider slippers’ he would think to himself ideally as he stood using the butt of his righ hand to further pry sleep from his right eye. He would then reach his hands up twoard the heavens standing upon his tip toes as he stretched , allowing multiple audible satisfying cracks to fill the air allowing a deep yan to escape his lips as the sound of his ligament ‘popping’ filled the room. Though satisfied with his stretch a pang of sadness splashed upon his heart , as the sound made the boy remember just how alone he truly was living here in suna amongst the golden sands of this oasis he now called home.

“I need roommates..” he would mumble to himself as he threw open his bedroom door and walked into the hallway of his small two bedroom apartment , Once he reached the bathroom he would begin the process of voiding hid bladder into the toilet tossing his boxer aside before he did so. Once this line of action had taken place he would walk over to the bathtub and run a steaming hot bath for himself , This was one of the fe pleasure he had allowed himself in awhile as he normally couldnt afford to pay the gas bill for warm water which meant cold showers and baths for the few years he had been in suna.

Once he finally was through with his cleansing ritual he would call forth his legion of bug and have them drink any remaining water as he got dressed, “its time to start the day” he would mumble to himself as he reached the door kicking on his heel like boots on as he opened his front door , he would halt as he would take notice of a piece of miscolored folded parchment paper nailed to his front door. ‘Who..left this?’ he would think to himself as he plucked the thing off of the door and the kunai that suspended it. As he unfolded the paper he would be hit with the pungent smell of iron forcing him to take notice of the dryed blood along the edges of the worn paper ‘what the hell thats so fucking unsanitary!...’ he would begin to think as he unwraveled the paper ‘oh wait there’s something written here?’ he internally questioned as his eyes scanned the paper, his already pale face growing paler as he slowly read the paper over a total of five times.


‘Attention all Shinobi of Sunagakure
Specialized combat training and analysis will begin tomorrow morning at the Simulation Battle Arena,
for those in attendance bring whatever you wish to assist you in battle.
We will be pairing off in differently sized groups to determine how best to hone
Your abilities and sharpen your adaptability - see you there.
Kazekage’


Yemma would sigh as he quickly crumpled and tore the paper to pieces , as he wasnt entirely sure whether or not it was meant to be classified. The young shinobi wouldnt let it fall to the ground but would instead have his spiders pull the remnants into his sleeves and then deposit them into his inner coat pockets. Today was sure to be a day he would regret seeing as he only had one jutsu at his disposal which wasn’t even in it’s final stages of development just yet. With his heart heavy and head now throbbing he would light a cigarette and make his way to this arena that the letter spoke of all he could do was pray no one had enough jutsu to make him look bad in front of the kazekage

His messy black hair would bob up and down with each step he took , lit cigarette hanging limply in his mouth as he walked. Occasionally taking a light drag from the cancer stick , and putting out a genrous puff of smoke humming a light toon as he made his way to the arena, Once he was good and proper close he would flick the cigarette butt onto the sands of the streets before entering the building.

Although once near the entrance he would halt taking notice of all the shinobi that had gathered his eyes locking onto the one female in the room , he would take in her appearance with a quick glance and then let out a small shallow sigh “im gonna get my ass kick…” he would then contune walking till he was with the small forming group “you honor me with your summons lady kazekage” he would say once situated about five feet from honey bunches right giving a quick bow as a show of respect.

‘Lets try and atleast impress the woman paying rent’ he would think to himself as he straightened himself out now gazing at the queen of the golden aisle that was sungakure.

WC:1117

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With the missive stamped with the insignia of the Kazekage crumpled in his hands, the immense, ashen-haired Raleth walks to the recent addition to Sunagakure, the simulation Battle Arena. 

He's angled his straw hat low, to shield his eyes from the sun rising over the sand village. He wears a black, white-monkey accented kimono, with his right arm resting in a white silk sling. A wooden basket, filled to the brim with thermoses, watermelons, bananas and oranges, hangs in his left arm. His headband wraps around his neck, covering the injuries that the rest of his closed kimono hides. A large and thin scroll, in the shape of a monkey's arm and close fist, is strapped to his back: to others it would look like an engraved bo-staff, or walking stick. A few palm-sized, wooden gourds hang on the sides of his kimono's sash, ca-thunking in a satisfying tempo as he walks. Though the ashen-haired jounin has an imposing presence, his current dress and attire gives him the appearance of a tired old man. A wooden and jade-engraved pipe rests in the corner of his mouth, white smoke drifts from his pipe and into the morning haze as he makes his way to the arena, his expression like stone, his thoughts quiet. 

As he sees a group of shinobi in the distance, images from the meeting play behind his eyes. When he spots the bloodstained symbol of Sunagakure and eyes the calm and serene eyes of the Pale Lady, a singular thought crosses his mind.

So its war...

The stale smell of cigaretts pricks at Raleth's nose, a genin in front of the jounin finishes his smoke and attempts to litter. Seeing this in his body language, Raleth positions himself behind the boy's left. When the littering genin tosses his trash, the ashen-haired shinobi slides his foot toward the cigarette butt, kicking it with the side of his foot and launching it towards a nearby trashcan. It's trajectory would have it pass in front of the genin Yenma, and would quite possibly have him look to his left to see where such a thing came from. However, if he were to be inclined to look to his left, he would see nothing, as Raleth, after slide-kicking the cigarette butt with his left foot, would have immediately moved to the boy's right, to his blind spot, with the flow and grace of a taijutsu master. The kimono-clad Raleth would place his uninjured hand on the boy's right shoulder as the genin looked to his left.

"You're going to die as well," rumbles the basso-voice of Raleth Sarutobi, commenting on the genin's comment about getting his ass kicked, "if you keep that up." the shinobi says, referencing that littering can kill the planet, and therefore, himself.

"Good morning, Lord Kazekage,"
says Raleth as he takes his place near the Pale Lady. He can see she hasn't slept. Understandable, thinks the Sarutobi, as he himself hadn't been able to rest, for similar reasons, no doubt. In jest, he quips, "I trust the night treated you well?" His tone would be grim, yet light. He would turn his attention to those in attendance.

A tall individual with a well toned physique would stare at the Pale Lady, admiration and respect shines in his green eyes. Seeing his build, Raleth wonders just what type of shinobi he is. Observing the youngblood's body language, he notices something. The genin's movements remind him of Lord First, his body conveys itself with marionette like precision.

Curious to see what he can do...

Off in the corner is a fiery-eyed Whelp. Did he just exert himself? Raleth couldn't tell, but the beads of sweat dripping down his face told the jounin the genin was at least hot. The ashen-haired shinobi looks at the whelp's forearms and sees the unmistakable bruising from "the wooden man", a training dummy whose arms spin when struck. Though the Whelp is quiet, his passion and drive is obvious.

This one's fire burns hot...

Next to the tall and muscular individual stands a gruff man of similar height and build. His clothes are rumpled, his face dirty, he looks as if he's slept rough for days. Raleth can see the man's nose flare as the scent of fruit and tea tickles his nostrils, the gruff man's mannerisms and terse nature remind the ashen-haired shinobi of a beast. As the genin known as Honey Bunches kneels down stiffly, Raleth can't help but see him as a man-sized wolf mimicking a shinobi. As the man smiles, scarring and strange markings around his face makes the aged jounin uneasy, something about them confirms his earlier observation.

Curious to see what kind of beast this is...

Raleth turns his attention to the cigarette smoking litter-bug (Ha!). His build is average, yet he has a tactile look in his eyes. His features remind Raleth of someone in his past, in his days as a young Whelp in the leaf village. He observes a spider crawling around the litter-bugs collar, and is put off by the genin's lack of acknowledgement of the arachnid.

Would be strange to see a member from that clan here...

After assessing those who've assemble, a faint smirk cracks the stone expression of Raleth, the sight of such youth and potential fills him witb joy. But, the reason for this gathering stifles what would've been the moment for an exuberant outburst. Instead, the aged jounin bows his head.

"Good morning, everyone, I hope the rising sun welcomed you with warmth today. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Raleth." The aged Sarutobi decides to not reveal his clan lineage, as he feels such information would be misused during this training exercise. "Please, take care to grab some tea and fruit. It's my own brew and I have my own garden. For what's to come, it would be best to keep our energy high."

Raleth gestures with his left hang to the hanging straw basket. If anyone were to ask for some, Raleth would pass them some slices of watermelon, bananas, and oranges. He would do this by swinging his left hand, causing the fruit to fly out of the basket and toward the ground. Before it could hit the ground, Raleth would kick and "pass" the fruit to the others, with enough strength to accurately get it to their hands and enough restraint to not damage the fruit. He would throw one of the tea thermoses toward his head, and catch it on his straw hat, balancing it. With control, he pours cups of sweet black tea, crouching and bending at the waist to pour the liquid into the cups of those who want tea. Afterwards, Raleth raises his head, throwing the empty thermos in the air and back in the basket.

If any were to drink or eat, they would feel revitalized, the exhaustion of post sleep and an early morning would wash away. And, any hunger would be gone, as flavor filled fruit fill their mouth with juice. As those who wish to eat do. Raleth smokes his pipe, awaiting instructions from his Kage.

[[1193]]

A double heartbeat and the feeling of foul Tau chakra seeped into her silent meditation against the wall - causing her to take a deep breath and open her eyes to stare at the familiar face of Sebastian, her pure violet eyes assessing as she takes in his attire and demeanor. Nodding in acknowledgement of his bow she would politely respond, “Interesting is one word for it.” Next to join the pair was a younger man she was not familiar with, though his demeanor and chakra was familiar… a long forgotten ally Amaterasu had the same heat burning for her as the young man did. He too showed a semblance of respect with a bow before moving a deal of space away and sitting with idle anticipation - a textbook hot head with the rare ability of self control. As he hadn’t spoken to her she simply nodded at his respectful bow and kept her eyes on him til he sat himself down - more chakra and pounding hearts were entering her range of hearing. 

The foul smell was more on the surface than anything to do with the newcomer's physiology - he smelled as though soap and water hadn’t touched his skin in months and looked it too. She kept a calm expression on her face though internally she was grimacing at his proximity and wondering whether this man was actually a shinobi of hers or simply a wandering homeless man. Though respect was attempted on her behalf even if his words were hardly above grunts; animalistic in nature. Gashes and scars were covering his face and neck which either spoke to combat prowess or some alternative means of earning such harsh markings. 

The next two figures came almost one after the other - the first being a young man with a black mess of hair and dressed in a similar way to her son Souji who was still away in Hoshi - this likeness made her stare a little longer, long enough to witness the swiftness of Raleth’s reprimand over the attempt to litter. If she had not been satiated with blood the night previously she might have dealt with that behavior with a crueler hand - but Raleth did perfectly. After the minor pause in his approach the boy continued forward, bowing as well and greeting her. With a gentle absent smile and a bow of her head, she would respond, “You honor me with your continued loyalty.” Of course now her focus was on the immense form of Raleth, serene and maybe even sinister intent in her eyes as she smiles up at him, “Good Morning Jounin Raleth, lovely to see you again so soon.” A gentle laugh would be encouraged from her throat at his next words, “The night favors those of my kind the most I’d say, though it may have bit at you a little harder than myself.”, her comment was made in jest of course. 

She wouldn’t interrupt the Tea Master as he introduced himself and spoke of refreshments to invigorate the shinobi before her. She of course, knowing the qualities of his tea, would take a cup and drink it down quickly before returning it from where she got it - turning to face the group of men before her.

“Welcome and Good Morning shinobi of Sunagakure. I am pleased to see so many of you here so early in the morning, as the notice mentioned I will be conducting a sort of… bootcamp if you will. Specialized combat to see what and how everyone can improve. Raleth is here to be our third party observer and give us all an objective perspective on our spars. I know this is a new building and may be unfamiliar to many of you so allow me to explain it, this is the Virtual Reality Combat Arena, while hooked into the headset you and whoever is sparring with you will be able to full utilize abilities without the worry of permanent.. Injuries.” Her eyes were sweeping the room as she spoke, catching the VR stations that lined the back wall with hunger. “Now you might be wondering what you will be going up against, allow me to make it clear-”, removing her hat and allowing it to slide down to rest on her back, she would stare down each member of her forces before her. “-you are going up against me today and I’m personally thrilled to see what you all can do.” 

With this she began a slow approach, her body moved like a compact predator while her face remained completely benevolent - at odds with one another. As she moved through the area she would tap people with a gentle feather light touch; “Sebastian and you..”, her voice would purr out first as she paired Sebastian with the boy who looked like Souji, unknown to her named Yemma. Continuing, she would pass over the scraggly man with a curious lingering look - his chakra was too low to go alone… perhaps if someone else joined soon. Though a few more steps and she was standing before the silent boy, a contained inferno - “You on the other hand will be going solo, it’s been far too long since I met someone with this level of… heat.” She would turn after her comment and weave the signs for Shadow Clones and allow two copies of herself to poof into existence at her sides. One would move over the left wall and one over to the right wall where they would place the VR headset on themselves as lay back into the pod-like stasis chamber. “If the indicated members could join one of the clones, we can commence immediately. For those still waiting pairing, your time will come soon I assure you.”

WC 957

Tsuyoi was training, have passed 3 days since the incident in his duty as guard and he had been training like a crazy boy, he knew now, he was by no means strong, if not even he can save a guy in troubles  by his mistakes, then how he was plaining to kill all that trash? How he will survive enough in the ninja world to perform all the experiments of that jutsu? So he needed it, he needed power, he needed will and finally he needed train. So he was walk jumping in one hand while he was performing simple jutsus and exercises of chakra control, however he knew that it wasn’t enough, he needed also experience, his last combat was a mess his enemy was stronger and he would be dead if he wouldn’t have performed a surprise attack, and his weapon wouldn’t was larger.
 
“I can’t trust in coincidences and my weapons every time… I have to being strong by myself and even stronger with luck and weapons”
 
So, he got up of his hand-walking, he was tired after 20 minutes, and just was the 4:40 am, so after work with his arms he started to work his legs and started to run in an area of 100 meters while his let his shadow clones sparring to gain experience… all the day was so until he got tired at the night after do some missions to maintain his style of life. He was tired so before get up to his apartment he took a bath in the first floor’s baths.
 
When he was above in his apartment saw a letter, he was wondering what was that, maybe his aunt in one of the side towns, she called him in order to he left of being ninja and start to live with her and his husband each certain time. Maybe it is the rent, no, he was sure that he pay it 3 weeks ago still is not time. Perhaps is better to get it before make assumptions. So he got it and read…
 
“Whaaaaaaat?!!! But why? This timing is scary, it is obvious that I will go without doubt I will go… even the Kaze-sama will be there, it was a while since I saw her, It just was a moment while she was walking in the streets but will be an experience to know her in person” Thought Tsuyoi after get his dinner, a dry bread and water. And without pay attention to very much attention to his emotion, he went to sleep.
 
He wasn’t a kid that would be that fool how to not can sleep in the night before an excursion, therefore he slept deeply, and woke up at the morning, early enough how to take a bath and “make” the breakfast and do some chores, he had the bad habit to woke up early even if he slept few time, so wake up early wasn’t a problem. He dressed himself with his ninja equipment and performed some arranges before go there, firstly put his armor in all body armor mode and sharp a little his weapons, he didn’t want to spend time unnecessarily once there.
 
“Well then it is all”


So he started to walk to the arena, very many ninjas was also doing as well, Tsuyoi was with his expressionless face seeing them all while walked, when he saw the suna’s new arena, however was stopped by a kid that asked him to find a dog that escaped of him while he was walking with him seemed that none came to aid him, so Tsuyoi a little hesitant and giving up after the kid started to cry found the dog after a little search. He knew that it was almost time.
 
“I need to get stronger, to survive”
 
Then he got in, and saw very many ninjas there but were a group that called his attention:
 
Firstly there were two people that he knew, well he knew few people so they can be called weird. The first was Honey Bubels, he was kneed to the Kaze-sama, can be called a beast like cowboy, and had a peculiar personality a little extravagant, but was a good man at least to his eyes. Second was the fire-like boy, with a burning presence and a little scary smile, he was Mitacho, despite being Gennin at least he takes the initiative.
 
The rest of the people were, one person that seemed being of the aburame clan, he gave that predator feeling, like a spider, finesse and precision were the things that came to Tsuyoi mind. The next was a barbarian-like guy, seemed the type of man that would hit you if he was in bad humor, and seemed of the brute power type. Finally, was one man that only can be described as huge, and old, however he seemed very powerful and reliable, nevertheless also someone that will put battle before than anything.
 
And finally outstanding at the gaze was the Kazekage, she gave an air of mystery and independence, seemed someone very reliable and with leadership as his main attribute, however all these were first impressions of all the outstanding people there. So the Kazekage was who summon them here, well he is a gennin if today he will at his care at least should greet her with the respect necessary, he thought that Honey was weird because, Who kneed himself in this century? At least it was his thoughts, and he was told by his parents that if sometimes he knows someone like a Kage the minimum manners are a bow of 90 grades, so he would do it.
 
However, seems that he arrived too late, the Kazekage started his discourse, well he was early enough to listen it, but he wondered, what was virtual? Ahh whatever, seemed that he woke very late today, perhaps was a little delay to do the chores, and help that kid in the way to find his dog, How he was going to know that the dog was above and tree? How he even reach that place?. Well, seemed that he will wait his turn... However, the Kaze-sama herself will be seeing their develop, it was in some way something exciting, by now he would centralize himself in this training and would put aside his heavy thoughts by now.


 WC 1060

Mita sat silently as he waited for the others to arrive at the behest of the summons of the Kazekage. Mita didn't speak to anyone that came in though he did see someone that he had met on a prior occasion, Honey Bunches. The genin with the strange name that stood taller than a mountain and was at least hairier than a dog. He would give the male a small wave as he went back to sitting in silence and meditating to get his mind on the right path for this. As more people came into the facility, Mita did see someone that made him curious. A taller male with a physique that had shown he was a practitioner of the martial arts and judging by how his body was built he was definitely more experienced than Mita. That in itself made the ember eyed male happy in some form. While Mita continued to watch the exchanges with the people currently here and finally the Kazekage spoke on what they were here for, he calmed the fire within him that slowly began to burn brightly. The pairings were finally announced and as she stepped in front of him, something about what she said managed to catch his attention and finally he spoke," You've...met someone like me before???," the question came out quickly but he took in a deep breath. Things were coming together in a way that he did not anticipate. Standing up he would step in front of the clone that he would be fighting and sit in the pod given to him with the headset on. Once his eyes had closed he would allow his mind to be taken into the virtual world.

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