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Sensei
~Sephiroth E. G. Mousser

Shojiki

Kage
~Hunter X Hunter

Jonin

Chuunin
~Nyl Phairen

Gennin

Cadets
~Elindranyth
~Kaimen Clough

*With his meditation complete he begins to wonder when anyone will actually show up for it has been so long since he has actually seen or heard from anyone. Not that he really cared for the soothing that silience brought was welcomed especially after the hard months which had just past. But he truly began to wonder when he was going to actually meet anyone and most of all actually train, if anyone here actually would train with him.*

This seems like a big waste of time, ofcourse I have only been here a few days, since I was here months ago, I still wish to speak with someone.

Hmm...

*Sensing that there may be someone present at the academy he heads off leaving the dojo unattended in search of that soul.*

*Returning back to the dojo, he realizes someone has been here as the temperature of the air has cooled, not like the warm temperature it should be due to no one ventalating the dojo. He shows no sign of alarm as he is only a cadet and does not know the supposed danger that he might be in. It could very easily be the sensei and he could have come to collect the payment he left. He continued to his room and noted the kunai with the money was still there and entered his room cautiously kunai at the ready. He opened it and noted their was no one inside, and entered it, placing his board onto the door, and covered the windows. He lit a small candle and opened a tiny crack in the roof which he noticed earlier with his finger. He than closed his eyes and allowed only his ears, and sense of feeling of the wooden floor allow him to note if anyone approached from the ground, the walls, or the roof above. He simply waited patiently for his time to come.*

*Seeing as how no one had attacked him during the night and knew there was someone who had enetered the dojo, and knew they carried some heavy weight due to the creaking from the floorboards. He smothered the candle and removed the wooden board and left to go and great the man.*

*Waking up some time later he found it to be quite late, and knew if the sensei found out about his failure to do his task on time he would be suitably punished. He wondered if his arms could stand finishing the task or if he should just merely give up trying to become a true master of the elements. He went over to where the other two boulders remained and looked down upon them. He noted how small they looked now, they did not seem as difficult to lift, as if someone had simply changed the boulders all together, yet there was no sign of anyone being here since he lifted the last boulder. He would not try to lift these ones however for a few more days to ensure that he did not hurt himself, and instead found some that were about half the size. He went to go and pick them up and noted how light they were. His sense of his increase in strength since he came to the dojo had only become apparent to him the day before. Maybe his muscles were growing and were weak and tender and that is why his wrists snapped out of their sockets. But how could the tendons have healed so fast. How could they have healed at all. There really was something special about this place. He began to lift the smaller rocks and found a thick tree about 30 yards away. He would not leave the dojo until he could embed one in the tree. This was his promise, he would be able to use his skills to bring the rock into the tree and leave it there, so no man could remove it.*

*Waking up to the sounds of the native birds in the land, Dust looked around, and noticed his wraps were now all bloody. Standing up quickly in fear, due to the blood stains on his wraps, he noticed that the quick reaction did not reopen the wounds. He slowly unwrapped the loins from his wrists and noticed that his wrists were clean of any injury. There was no swelling and there was no bruising either. It seemed that nothing had ever even happened to him. He clenched his fists and he had no pain from doing so. Amazed with the healing powers of this dojo, even with the sensei not being present, he headed his way outside to begin his training for the day.*

so am i

*Waking from his slumber, his arms and legs tired for no particular reason, he got up, and stretched vigorously before heading back outside. Along the way, he noticed an apple tree. It was extremely high and without proper training there was no way to reach it unless one used his or her head. Taking off his shirt, he wrapped it around the tree, and began to shimmy his way up, using the shirt to hold onto the tree, will squirming up using his legs. Some fifteen minutes later, he made it to the top, and picked five apples from the tree before returning to the ground. After working up quite a sweat he sat under the tree and ate two of the apples he picked before returning to the second boulder with his bag and father's stonecutting tools. He began to chip away at the second boulder and made it the exact same size as the first boulder, just as his father taught him. He placed the second boulder ontop of the first which was now embedded in the ground and quite secure. With the second boulder in place he began carving the intricate lines, weaving them around the rock, and so that they matched the boulder below, allowing for the vines to connect from boulder to boulder. It was past midday when he finished this. He returned back under the tree and ate one more apple before returning to his work where he took the third and final boulder over to the circle and began working on it, chipping away bits and chunks, creating scraps of varying sizes. It was just past his dinner time when he finished and would need another day for him to design it, place it on top, and connect the three boulders together. Gathering his equipment he, took his two remaining apples and ate them just outside the dojo, and looked out. It had been almost two whole weeks since he heard from anyone, and those who have come, simply disappeared as if there was some other part to the dojo he did not know of. If he found or heard from no one in three months than he would try and find this place they were all disappearing to. Maybe they were in trouble, except if they were, there is nothing he could have done to save them, and by now it would probably be to late. With that thought in mind, he returned to his room, once again nothing the payment had not been taken, and went to sleep.*