kinz's school [m]

[Kinz]

name; teaching our graduates
rank; c
description; Kumogakure no Sato needs to further prosper by teaching our newly graduated shinobi several things. Shunshin, Ninjutsu arts, Taijutsu arts, Genjutsu arts and any other ninja world arts that exist today. For if we don’t train our prospering children whom desire nothing more than to serve Kumogakure no Sato, then we as a village are lost. So you as a well trained and gradated shinobi will take time to show our newly recruited techniques. Make sure to explain to them how one prospers under such an art. Teach them various things, for if you fail, we as a village will fall.
reward; 40 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

The door to the small, stuffy classroom opened with a loud thud. The handle slammed against the wall that connected to the hinges. Asa thought he had nearly put a hole in the plaster near a large section where the formerly neat paint had chipped away. The academy had been pristine when he attended here what seemed like ages ago. The recent troubles had left the building in shambles with nobody available to cleanse its lingering aesthetic problems. It was still standing, and that’s all that was important.

Asa gazed out over the few students left, sitting in the rows of long benches, their legs obscured by the tables in front of them. There were far fewer then there should have been. Obviously the troubles didn’t differentiate between the young and old. It was an unfortunate truth that had made an impact on the faces of the students in the class. Most of them seemed pretty sullen. Their faces down cast at the tables in front of them sleepily. At least at first glance they seemed sleepy. He assumed it was more quiet thought. An attempt to get themselves back to a happier frame of mind that just didn’t seem to work.

Asa’s entrance had roused them a bit, but they seemed to not care who the new person in the room was. His flowing robes masked the size of his body, and his seemingly unkempt hair spoke of immaturity and laziness. They probably thought there was no way that someone like this was their substitute. They were wrong.

Asa moved to the front of the class, and immediately all eyes were on him as he dragged his nails across the black board producing a terrible screech. The children held their ears, and some yelled obscenities to harsh for their young mouths. Asa took note of the ones who did. He smiled now that he had their attention though. All eyes on him, time to get them into shape.

[Kinz]

“My name is Mr. Uchiha. Yes, I have a Sharingan, and I know a lot of jutsu that I will not be teaching you today. We have more pressing matters to attend to.”Asa’s voice echoed in the room as if it was some wide cavern. The faces seemed confused as to why they were being taught by such a disheveled man, but he continued on with a confident tone, and a heavy smile.

“You’re all on your way to becoming genin. The village needs strong ninja in the upcoming days. I’m sure most of you know just what kind of trouble there has been, and have felt the sad effects of such an affair. I will not shelter you from that sorrow. It is a difficult life to be a ninja, and though the village needs to replenish its ranks we cannot relax our mental or physical standards in the slightest. It wouldn’t be fair to you, or the people we work for. You need to understand that loss is part of our lives. We have a responsibility to the people of this village and the land of cloud. Am I understood?”

Asa waited a moment as dejected “yes’s” came from the crowd. They didn’t want to hear his lecture about life apparently. A smile came to his face as he decided what torturous physical activity he could think of to work them into shape. Children were merely clay until a master shaped them into the proper mold. Asa had been shaped in a way by not only his parents, but his now deceased master Muteki. Muteki was a missing ninja from the mist village who had taken residence in the cloud village until his untimely passing. He was an interesting man. Many said Asa had picked up to many of his habits. But he was a good teacher who taught him to survive in these troubled times.

“So children….Lets head out to the practice yard. This rooms is stuffy and fresh air helps you grow. Perhaps some combat practice is in order.” With that Asa would lead the way from the stagnant air of the class room, through the hall, and out into the walled in court yard.

[Kinz]

The leaves rustled in the trees that surrounded the wide clearing that the academy enclosed. It was a practice yard where all the greatest ninja of the village had trained in their youth, the attempt for power spurring them to graduation day. Most of this group would do much the same thing, hopefully in quicker period though. Asa wished a few Uchiha were in the crowd but all to many of his clan had been destroyed in the battles of previous years, dwindling its numbers to near extinction. It was a sad thought, but the smile he wore didn’t fade an inch.

“Well kids. There are about ten of you. This will be a group battle. You will each start at opposite ends of this clearing. Five to a team you will then advance using whatever skills you have and trying to subdue your opponents. Subdue mind you. No killing. It is always better if you are able to take an opponent alive. Granted it’s harder, but the information gained if more valuable then a treasure. Hiruzen and Shizune will be captains. Pick your teams.”

Asa watched as the two trainees picked four other people for their teams. They both obviously choose their friends. No thought to the skills they had, or any strategy in mind. Asa made a note in his book about that, removing points from each captain and from each teammate for not speaking up about the problem. Then when the teams were assembled, Asa saw two teams of unified gender. Shizune had choosen all girls, and hiruzen picked all the boys. Smiling Asa played his trump card.

“Now, everyone other then the captains, switch to the other team.” Moans and cries about unfairness were heard, but they acquiesced and moved to their instructed positions. Hiruzen moaned most of all about having nothing but girls on his team. He kicked his feet and shuffled along, already defeated. Asa marked him down for that as well. The students weren’t fairing well so far, but the day was young.

[Kinz]

Asa watched as the children charged one another. The only visible strategy was to overpower the opponent. It was apparently how they thought ninja fought. There was no cunning. Some of them used clones to misdirect another so they could land a decent punch. Other seemed to used kunai and shuriken wildly. Three times Asa had to duck to avoid an errant projectile. Their projectiles weren’t off target, but when deflecting them the targets didn’t seem to care if they would be hit into an ally or not. Asa was busy noting all the problems with their tactics and application of combat skills. Nobody worked with their team, instead spreading out into individual combat. There was however one pair that drew his attention.

Hiruzen had found himself against the other teams captain Shizune. Shizune was a cute little girl of about 10, with long black hair that flowed around her as if she wore robes. Hiruzen was a young boy of similar age, with a buzz cut and blond hair. Blue eyes the color of the deep ocean and a smile that spoke of mischief. The two were at a stand off, each brandishing Kunai blades in their right hand.

The two charged and clashed, falling back and repeating. It was an interesting fight. What they meant as roars of might came out to Asa as the squeaks of mice. Their blades rang out cutting through the other trainees sounds, and constricting Asa’s attention. He watched with sharingan active, analyzing their forms so he could give the two of them as detailed a critique as possible. They were obviously the two most skilled in the class, and he wanted to push them along as far as he could while he was there.

Eventually their battle came to an end when Shizune lashed out with the kunai, but stopped mid motion, switching to a sweeping kick that knocked Hiruzen off his feet disarming him. Shizune stood over him triumphant and then reached her hand down to help him back up. A good sport. Asa added some points to her tally after witnessing it. But he became infuriated when his eyes told him of what was about to happen. A shunshin brought him closer in time to stop hiruzen’s blade from lodging in Shizune’s ribs. Asa caught the boys hand in mid stab and lifted him into the air by his neck. The furry on his face was apparent.

“You little bastard. That is your comrade. You were going for a kill shot with that. I said no deaths. You need to realize that she is your ally. You may be against her in this, but she is doing you a favor by helping you get stronger. Defeat is more valuable to a young man then victory. You’ve failed for today. Get out of my sight.”

The disgust in his tone was easily heard. The boy left the field with a sullen expression and a silent nod of apology to Shizune. Asa continued. “The rest of you. Decent work, but you need to learn to use your team more effectively. Squaring off solo is not how fights are won. And watch for the ramifications of your defensive techniques. Some of those shuriken were deadly for your allies after you deflected them. Other then that, a decent job. Hit the showers and head home. Rest up, cause your instructor tomorrow will probably have something tougher for you.” With that, Asa strode away and logged his grading in at the front office.

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