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It was a long time comming but Aramaki had mede it to the ninja academy. Now he knew that it would be a matter of time before hie became a full fledged ninja. Then he would become a great ninja, one of the greatest in all the land. Aramaki had delusions of greatness, like many other ninja who step into the shinobi profession. The difference between Aramake and others was Aramaki's delusions were deeply in grown. He would never be rid of them. But alas, that would always be the thorn of the Gekkou clan, their delusions of grandeur

It is an interesting thing to talk about Aramaki. His father was already dead. His father had died of the afliction that burdended all of those of the Gekkou clan. With that, the whole clan took up the paternal slack. This was a good thing in some ways, but in others, it was a very bad thing. His clansmen are good people. They treated him well. They acknowledged his skill as a ninja and a swordsmen. They made sure that his chores were done and that he remained somewhat humble, at least for a Gekkou.

One might not realize it at first but this, however, this was too much of a good thing. It can be very confusing when you are young and being passed around like he was subjected to different types of parenting. One moment he was spoiled with candy and sweets, the next minute he was going through greuing trainings. Whatever kind of mental state that kind of playing hot and cold strategy can put a child, you need only look at Aramaki to find out. To him life was just to confusing to be comfortable.

3/3 Henge no Jutsu

On his mental state, maybe it was a little bit exagerated when it was said that he, in a nut shell, was crazy. However, he deffinently is not normal. Though, I must say that normalcy is over rated. None the less, raised in wnat could be described as a broken home of sorts (at least a unstable one), exibiting delusions of grandeur, those were most definently not signs of stability. However, time would tell on whether Valkiron would be able to deal with such problems in the future, or whether they would take control of him in the end. The crappy thing, however is that in the long run that will always remain Aramaki's decision.

None the less, why don't we get to the story at hand. Aramaki was spending some time at a ramen stand. It was good food, not extremly healthy, but good enough to make it through the day. He paid for the ramen and left the stand. After that he started to make his way towards the academy. This was his first day and he hoped to make a good impression on the instructors. Aramaki had an idea that he would just breeze through the classes like they were nothing. He felt that there was nothing that was stopping him from being the best in his class and all that crap.

After a few minutes of walking, Valkiron made his way to the walls of the great complex. His excitement was at its peake at that moment. He could not believe that this was happening to him. He pinched himself to make sure that he was not dreaming. After a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Aramaki pushed the doors open and walked into the compound of the academy. He looked around and saw that the place was sparsly decorated, obviously understanding the importance of space over beauty.

Not that he place was not decorated at all. There was a row small cherry blossoms planted on either side of the gate door stretching towards the front door of the main building of the academy. Other then that, the front of the school was dominated by two huge sparing grounds on either side of the rows of trees. The academy building itself was nicely painted (what Valkiron did not know was that only the front of the building had a new paint job. Indeed, the people had made a point to make the place have the illusion of professionalism.

Valkiron wandered the grounds before finally entering the building. During his tour, Valkiron saw that the building was not completly painted. That just made the place look sad and unprofessional. Along with that, when Aramaki turned the corner, he saw quite possibly the nicest garden ever. The only part ot the grounds that was green, other then those trees in front. The grass was trimmed neatly so one knew that this was no normal occurance. No, most deffinently this place was being taken care of by someone.

Valkiron walked towards the garden to get a better look at it. The place was certainly not at a lack of flowers. Not just that, the flowers, or at least the ones that Aramaki had seen were beautiful. THey were beautiful to the point of being perfect. THis showed that whoever was taking care of the this garden really knew what they were doing. As Aramaki got even closer, he saw the pond near the middle of the garden. It was at that moment the Aramaki realized just how thirsty he was. He moved swifty towards the pond and stopped infront of it. He bent down and took a long drink of the water.

Water Walking 6/6

Sojiro cursed, then looked at Iroh.

"Hey, try to help me out here! I'm doin' my best! Alright. Lets try this again."

Sojiro dug his feet in the ground, and put his fingers in front of him as he haunched over. Like an athlete getting ready to do a 300 meter dash.

And...
GO!

He jolted off, faster than before. His sword jingled crazily at his side, and he planted both feet on the tree. The momentum continued, and he carried himself up the tree. Soon, he felt himself running through branches, and leaves slapping his face. HA! He had made it this high, why not continue?

The chakra around his feet began to dissapate. s**t! Did he work too hard? He couldn't of run out of chakra already. NO! he was almost at the top. Then he felt it. His momentum had run out, and he was about to descend back to the earth. With a final move of desperation, Sojiro thrusted off and away from the top of the tree. Before he was too far away, he drew his sword, cleanly cutting the top of the tree off.

Freefall is one of the worst feelings in the world. Especially when you have nothing to keep you from feeling pain or death afterward.

Sojiro sheathed his sword, flying back towards the earth. This is something he wasn't prepared for. Landing. He formed hand signs, and a bamboo pole shot out of the ground, next to Iroh.

It rose towards Sojiro's flailing body, and Sojiro snatched at it, trying to use it like a vine or some sort of support. His hands burned the whole way down, and at the last second, he let go. his back hit the ground with a thud, and all the breath was knocked out of him.

Tin walked into the classroom and was greeted by his teacher upon seeing him. "Hello Sensei." Tin said as he began to put aside his bag tha the carried around on his back that contained what thought would be essential. "Good morning Tin. Today we will be learning the Henge no Jutsu. This justsu will help you in transforming into a look a like of others, but will only go so far. Remember to keep in mind that these are slightly difficult for academy students to learn because you all still need to learn mastery over your chakra reserves."

Tin nodded as his sensei continued to tell him the basics of the jutsu and what handseals were associated with it. Once he was sure that he had followed his sensei's instructions correctly he began to practice the hand seals over and over without actually using chakra to use the jutsu. After a few tries he was sure that he could do it now using his chakra. Tin then focused his chakra towards his hands and then formed the correct hand seal and said, "Henge no Jutsu!" There was a small explosion as cloud of smoke appeared where Tin was. Tin coughed as he cleared away the smoke around him away from his face and opened his eyes. He looked up at this sensei and heard, "It's not perfect, but it's closer than what some of your other classmates had."

Tin smiled as he then let go of his concentration of the jutsu and another cloud of smoke appeared as he reverted back to his old self. Tin then began to practice the jutsu over and over until he was sure that he had done it correctly that it was almost next to flawless. Within half an hour his sensei said that he had progressed greatly and had a much higher mastery of the jutsu than when he had started. "Are you ready to learn the next jutsu, Tin?" His sensei asked him as he was finished with his last attempt at the jutsu. "Yes. Sensei. I am ready." Tin said as he looked up at his sensei determined to learn as much as he could before the class was let out. It was only himself that was in the class because he had been held back, not because he was stupid, but because he had started late. His parents had refused for him to go to the academy, but he never gave up until his parents finally gave in and decided that it was futile to stop him.

Henge no Jutsu: 3/3

Bushin no Jutsu: 1/3

Raigeki grabbed his head."Why couldn't I do it why does everything bad always happen to me, why does everyone laugh at me, why can't anyone be nice to me, nothing I do ever seems right even Iruka-sensei is laughing at me and he is supposed to be teaching me how to do this."Raigeki's sorrow drove him into doing the handsigns again whle focusing his chakra but it became worse when what he made was horrible looking and they kept laughing at him."Stop laughing at me." He screamed as he ran out the door and to the training grounds.

"Wait class isn't over yet." Iruka screamed to Raigeki, but Raigeki was far gone so he asked one of the teachers to teach their class and his while he tried to find Raigeki.

Raigeki was at the grounds throwng kunai at a tree that had Iruka's face on it. When he was done he began to wonder if anyone even cared that he had fled the classroom then wondered if anyone even cared about him.

[Bushin no jutsu 2/3]

As soon as his sensei was sure that he was ready he turned to Tin and said, "The next jutsu that you will learn is Bushin no Jutsu. It is a jutsu that will allow you to make clones of yourself. This will be a little more difficult of a jutsu to learn since you will be attempting to disperse your chakra reserves into separate bodies." Then his sensei performed the jutsu for him to see. A cloud of smoke appeared and cleared away to reveal three separate duplicates of his sensei. "Now you try."

Tin nodded and began to practice the hand seals of Bushin no Jutsu until he was sure that he had the jist of it before going up to his sensei and said, "Sensei, I believe that I am ready to try it now." His sensei only nodded and watched as Tin made the handseal and said, Bushin no Jutsu!" As the chakra flowed throughout his body the jutsu worked and there were three loud bursts followed by clouds of smoke. Once the smoke cleared away there stood a total of four duplicates of Tin. "Very good. Now onto the next jutsu."

Bushin no Jutsu: 3/3

On his mental state, maybe it was a little bit exagerated when it was said that he, in a nut shell, was crazy. However, he deffinently is not normal. Though, I must say that normalcy is over rated. None the less, raised in wnat could be described as a broken home of sorts (at least a unstable one), exibiting delusions of grandeur, those were most definently not signs of stability. However, time would tell on whether Valkiron would be able to deal with such problems in the future, or whether they would take control of him in the end. The crappy thing, however is that in the long run that will always remain Aramaki's decision.

None the less, why don't we get to the story at hand. Aramaki was spending some time at a ramen stand. It was good food, not extremly healthy, but good enough to make it through the day. He paid for the ramen and left the stand. After that he started to make his way towards the academy. This was his first day and he hoped to make a good impression on the instructors. Aramaki had an idea that he would just breeze through the classes like they were nothing. He felt that there was nothing that was stopping him from being the best in his class and all that crap.

After a few minutes of walking, Valkiron made his way to the walls of the great complex. His excitement was at its peake at that moment. He could not believe that this was happening to him. He pinched himself to make sure that he was not dreaming. After a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Aramaki pushed the doors open and walked into the compound of the academy. He looked around and saw that the place was sparsly decorated, obviously understanding the importance of space over beauty.

Not that he place was not decorated at all. There was a row small cherry blossoms planted on either side of the gate door stretching towards the front door of the main building of the academy. Other then that, the front of the school was dominated by two huge sparing grounds on either side of the rows of trees. The academy building itself was nicely painted (what Valkiron did not know was that only the front of the building had a new paint job. Indeed, the people had made a point to make the place have the illusion of professionalism.

Valkiron wandered the grounds before finally entering the building. During his tour, Valkiron saw that the building was not completly painted. That just made the place look sad and unprofessional. Along with that, when Aramaki turned the corner, he saw quite possibly the nicest garden ever. The only part ot the grounds that was green, other then those trees in front. The grass was trimmed neatly so one knew that this was no normal occurance. No, most deffinently this place was being taken care of by someone.

Valkiron walked towards the garden to get a better look at it. The place was certainly not at a lack of flowers. Not just that, the flowers, or at least the ones that Aramaki had seen were beautiful. THey were beautiful to the point of being perfect. THis showed that whoever was taking care of the this garden really knew what they were doing. As Aramaki got even closer, he saw the pond near the middle of the garden. It was at that moment the Aramaki realized just how thirsty he was. He moved swifty towards the pond and stopped infront of it. He bent down and took a long drink of the water.

Water Walking 6/6