They Beautified the Sky{T}

[Yaen]

Fumetsu thought about the request he was asked and felt a little good. He felt about providing a good influence on Kumogakure. He was laying in a clearing on a nice patch of grass awaiting his temporary puupil."This should be amuzing". The young ninja viewed the area of his rest and went back to lying in the grass viewing the passing clouds."Hahaha, that one looks like boobs"!

[Testament]

The sound of muffled footsteps, shuffling through the tall grass, and the smell of danger would waft toward Fumetsu on the underside of a gentle breeze. They could be heard coming from some distance away for the owner had no intention of trying to sneak up on the young man already lost in the visions of mammaries and the like. Tenchishinmei Satsui came trudging along to the place where he'd been told to meet his training partner but his face communicated he did not expect much from his sensei. Somehow, he'd obtained a dossier on the younger Genin and was seriously wondering how much he could possibly learn from one that he exceeded in years. He wouldn't make his final decision until they'd engaged in the training session yet had he been just moments earlier with his arrival, and overheard the boobs comment, he might have simply kept walking and not divulged his identity.

As it was, he stopped about ten feet away from the younger man, there was nothing to do but charge forward into the fray and attempt to pick up what he could. If Fumetsu disappointed Satsui, or was unable to give effective instruction, the pink haired, four eyes might find himself on the short end of a mandatory sparring session.

"Get up off your backside sensei-sama," the words somewhat cold and disingenuous, "the day is wasting away and we're losing light."