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Suzumiyu was born two years before the end of the old shinobi era. Before the attack on Konoha, her and her parents lived a relatively peaceful life in Tsuchi No Kuni. However after the attack on Konoha, her family quickly transitioned into Hi No Kuni, specifically Konohagakure No Sato, to assist relatives in that area. Although originally her family planned to temporarily stay, they soon began to become accustom to the land and eventually made permanent arangements.

A clan generally associated with Tsuchi No Kuni, it has gradually spread out throughout the world. A once noble of families in Tsuchi No Kuni, the clan now harbours people from all backgrounds. The clan is made most famous by it's deadly blonde haired artist. They are said to be direct descendants of the man whom stole the secret Kinjutsu of the Stone Village and created the 'Kibaku-Nendo' Kekkai Genkai we know today.

HOPEFUL: Perplexingly happy despite the difficult and tension filled era she was born in, Suzumiyu is not one to linger on the side of pessimistic. Rather, she often tends to be the polar opposite, partially due to her young age, and the naivety and innocence that comes with it. Being the people's person that she so certainly is, Miyu can usually control this optimistic attitude to the point that it is tolerable. In a world with so many things to mourn over to, the last thing anyone wants is someone parading around trying to spread undesired joy. Unlike the majority of optimist, people often find her an actual uplifting young woman, due to her real life attitude and etc.

CHARISMATIC: Taking after her two well respected parents, Miyu is a very charming girl, and is well-loved by many of her peers. She effortlessly can glide through conversation with anyone and everyone she meets. Her suprising wit and cunning allows her to come up with clever statements that most won't understand until she explains the whole thing. She is very open-minded and is not one to shoot down others ideas. Granted, she's also not one to sit and watch her interests and ideals be crushed by the likes of others. Miyu has an easy time swaying others to her causes.

GENIUS: Suzumiyu is probably one of the smartest kids you will ever meet. Although she hasn't really turned her knowledge and attention to ninja interests until recently, Miyu has progressed two and maybe even three times as fast as her classmates. Thus, she has been able to soar through the ranks, and has earned herself a respectful, yet still rising name in Konohagakure No Sato. A gifted child indeed.

VISAGE:

Destined to be the target of many men's confessionals, Suzumiyu is nothing short of utterly gorgeous. A envied complexion, free of scars and blemishes, is a delicate pale that add to her gentle figure. She lacks of curves at a such a young age, apart from her abnormally large bust, but it's evident her sex appeal will also grow as she does. Eyes a dark and enchanting hazel, while her face perfectly molded. She has shoulder long golden locks, which she usually ties with ribbons in a single bunch atop of the right side of her head. Even after a long and hard look, finding any type of imperfection in her is relatively hard, if possible. CLICK HERE FOR APPAREL

I was awaken by my sleep abruptly by one of my friends whom decided to dump my drinking water in my face. Some of the water got into my nasal passages while I tried to breathe, and I flailed around in a coughing fit as my body tried to rid it's lungs of the water. With malice, I turned to my supposed friend to catch him giggling like a giddy school girl about his comrade in distress. I clenched my fist and reeled back my arm to giving an unforgiving punch to the solar plexus. He doubled over and had his own coughing fit identical to mine.

"That's kinda the way I felt when you dumped my drinking water on my fucking face." I barked at him, trying to keep in the laughs and amusment I got from my oh so sweet revenge. He didn't reply, he was still clutching his gut from unexpected punch. After a minute he'd get up, and we'd get into a small tussle, ending up with us both getting a little roughed up.

What a great way to start the morning.

We only had two hours until our shift was done, and I could return this mission and the news of our successful clean up effort and reap the rewards. These two hours would swing by relatively fast, which kind of suprised me. Usually, when I was anxious, time would move at the pace rivaling a turtle or a snail.

My two hours finally was up, and my twelve hour shift was at last over. I quickly gathered up my stuff and went about my ways back to the Kazekage building to collect my reward. The mission went relatively sound, and I had gained many new comrades and respect in some of the ninja core, however, I was far from influencial to anyone out of skill and age group, after all, I was just a genin.

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To think that I was so eager to fulfill a purpose that I know now to be so dull only a few moments ago was rather appalling. Nothing would happen today, I was sure of it, aside from me getting a brief moment of responsibility over my regiment. Me and my two friends would put in a team effort in protecting this gate from whatever may try to pass it without the consent of our village. We, the ninja of Suna, would form a collective force that'd maintain security for the time being until our village could scavenge up the funds required for the rehabilitation of now ruined gate. It was a rather stale job, but nonetheless morally rewarding.

As I firmly barked orders at my two teamates on how and what to do if conflict was eminent, I could not help but notice the sense of boredom and dissintrest the people of seniority were exhibiting. None of them displayed my levels of urgency or enthusiasm, most of them lazed around and walked with a lethargic pace. I realized that this job was very repetitive and required alot of discipline, but it was still no excuse for the actions my brethren were taking. We had no gates, the village had no leader, and Suna was in a slight state of panic, in additon to many of our ninja leaving the village in recent weeks. This was the time many people would have to step up, and this was the most opportune time for these people to take what they're doing seriously. None of these people seemed willing to do it, so I guess it would be up to me take leadership.

I gulped down the buildup of saliva in my esophagus and took a deep breath, I put my two fingers together in my mouth and let a deafening whistle ring in the air. As soon as I got their attention, I began to speak.

"You sit here in disregard of this nation's struggling times, acting as if there is not a care in the world, as if these ruins did not exist and these gates standed tall and strong. I'm here to tell you that they're not in fact, and that while you stand here lazily with no muse or spirit, other villages are watching. Would it not be decisive for anyone of the villages to attack now and claim our land, while our protectors moral is at it's lowest? The gate is the first thing someone see's about another village. The gate is a strong representation of this nation's power. A strong gate translates into a strong nation, does it not? Simply put, as you all sit here with looks of fear and doubt, the other villages see Suna as a weak and powerless village. Even if we are actually weak at this time, we musn't showcase this deficiency. Half the fight is about your mentality, so if we appear strong and affirmative, they will be less likely to try to tread on our soil. I ask you all, for the sake of Suna's reputation, to atleast fake some sort of muse, for if the protector's of Suna feel weak and hopeless, how can they expect the people under their care to feel anymore confident that them?"

I was rather impressed by my lengthy monologue, evident by a slightly arrogant smirk stretching across my face. My friends were a bit shocked by my sudden ownership of responsibility, they weren't used to seeing this side of me. The group which I was addressing was even more so affected. A twinkle in almost everyone of their eyes was brought about. More and more of them woke up physically and mentally, looking anew and refreshed. A stench of confidence filled my nose as a cool evening breeze settled in, kicking up a small cloud of dust. Each and every one of them looked somewhat ready to lay down their lives, which certainly wasn't the case about 10 minutes ago. If a simple pep talk from an insignificant genin like me could do this, I could only imagine the things a Kazekage was capable of.