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Isamu looked back at the man, "Overly energetic, overly enthusiastic, and unnecessarily loud... You obviously don't want to be here." he summed the man up in a few seconds and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, might as well learn from the only other person who doesn't want to be here." Isamu sighed and made his way over to the man, studying him carefully. He didn't want to speak with Kesudan Shegira, but it was impolite to ignore the shinobi's wishes. The boy sighed, "Ichirou Isamu, tactical ninja. I say my last name before my first name, by the way, so don't call me Ichirou." he introduced himself in a distant voice. Introductions were pointless, he wouldn't be in the village fore to much longer.

Isamu looked the man up and down once more, "Genjutsu I would like to learn are Suiganmourou no Jutsu, Bunshin No Jutsu, and Ikamono Chishio. Drunken Sight technique, Clone technique, and Fake Blood. In that order." he said, his face completely blank, "Ninjutsu are Henge No Jutsu or Transformation technique, Kawarimi No Jutsu or Body Switch technique, and Kakuremino No Jutsu or Magic Cloak of Invisibility technique. We can work on Taijutsu tomorrow." the boy held no emotion on his face. Isamu was not at all joking. He wanted to learn all of the ninjutsu and genjutsu he had to today and learn taijutsu tomorrow. Isamu knew full well that he only had to learn three ninjutsu, three genjutsu, or the first stage of one of his village's taijutsu styles. He wanted to fulfill both of these requirements and was planning on learning elemental control sometime before he took the chuunin exams. Isamu was still one of the academy's best students despite being so severely affected by his parents' deaths.

(Attempt 1/3)

Isamu nodded, "Understood." he said. The boy did the hand signs and there was a cloud of smoke. He looked no different, except there was the illusion of a mask over his left eye. It disappeared after a few seconds, "Damn." Isamu knew that it took more than one try to get a jutsu down, but he hated failure. Self preservation in search of a goal. He had to follow his nindo and try harder. Everyday the mercenaries who killed his parents was another failure. Isamu didn't show it, but he was getting angry and anger was his sole reason for doing anything. The more angry he was, the more he could do. Isamu looked at Kesuden, "I'll get it soon." he said, though he was promising himself more than he was promising the higher ranked shinobi.