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((Just making sure you noticed. ^-^
Heh, did you make it to school on time?))

Batafurai sucked the bread and ate it whole, removing the remaining food from her mouth. A few bread crumbs were left on her chin. "You're from the Kirigakure, right?" She asked, walking over to sit on the railing. As she pulled herself up, she looked up to the sky and wiped her mouth. The young Shinjitsu looked towards the student analizing the fog.

(( The second one, Mou-mou. They're in the same apartment building, and they both stepped outside and bumped into each other. Seperate apartments, conjoined porches.))

Ran glanced over at Batafurai, and then back out. She didn't say anything for a little while, a little odded-out that she was being asked questions for once. "Yes." she said after a few moments. "My village sent me here to be a part of a treaty, and to train." she shifted to look at the other girl for a little bit. "Kumogakure, right?" she asked. "I believe we may be in the same group." she murmured, and stood, yawning, coughing, and stretching a little.

(Sorry I'm late...)

Isaaku rolled around in his bed, mumbling a few incoherent things before snapping awake and popping up in the bed. He sat there, only for a little while before running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. He nearly forgot where he was. He'd never been to Konoha before. He nodded inwardly before starting his morning exercises. He sat cross-legged in the bed, blankets strewn about, the air him stirred very little. His breathing exercise, he was using the slightest amount of air to breath. He held this for five minutes, short of his usual fifteen.

His teal pajamas were thrown off and he dressed for the day. He wore a dark yellow vest with a brown long-sleeved shirt. Dark tan pants were accompanied by several pouches containing weaponry. His zori were slipped into and he pulled his Iwagakure headband on. "Alright, time to take a hurried tour of the city and take a few laps.." Isaaku thought to himself as he stepped out onto the balcony. He spied two kuniochi a few apartments down and smiled as he waved quickly to them, unsure whether or not they would actually see. He flipped up on the railing before leaping to the rooftops. There he hoped and stretched before running half speed, which still was fast, from roof to roof.

(Is that how you spell kuniochi?)

((Sorry for not posting sooner, but Thanksgiving coupled with my router failing made it impossible for me to access the internet.))

By the time his squad has awakened, Yuki had already been up for a few hours. He was busy scanning the forests surrounding the Hidden Leaf Village, getting an idea of the town's surroundings. Hopping from treetop to treetop, he could see the main apartment building about 150 yards away. His black hair looked untamed, but he usually kept it that way (aside from when meeting higher-ranking ninja). Konohagakure is so serene compared to Otogakure. Here prosperity and nature mingle freely, and the people are happy. Back home, the main struggle was to survive. Gaining respect and size was our village's concern from its creation up until now. Sadly, onslaughts from other much larger lands kept our village meager. We have kept a clean reputation since Orochimaru and his minions were defeated so very long ago. Why must so many still hold grudges? He lept down to the ground as birds rustled from their nests. His Sound headband glinted in the early morning sunlight as he grabbed his bo from his back. Placing both hands on opposing sides, he brought them together. As he did so, his bo fragmented into numerous small metallic beads. His hans clasped together and not touching any of the silvery orbs, he perfomred strange hand seals. The spheres as a whole reat to his changing gestures. Soon, he had them moving in a flurry around him. he kept them spinning for a few moments and separated his hands. As his hands gained more distance from each other, the beads conglomerated to reform his bo. returning his bo to his back holster, walked towards the apartment and his squad. He hadn't seen them yet, though he did know their names and representative villages. Ran, Batafurai, and Isaaku...

Roque had been up since early light, he hadn't even met his new room mate. All he did was wake up, grab a chicken he cooked earlier and head through the nearest wall to get to work. The wall wasn't broken, he made sure to go through it with his jutsu. He didn't want to have to pay for repairs.
"Kiesel, did the Kuichins' pay the bill this month?" Roque asked, hopping from a low three storey building. The bundle on his back was getting slack and only had a few more items in it. A small murmer came from the white kitten perced atop Roques' brow. "Good stuff." He smiled widely, fishing around in the bundle. After a few more moments of russeling, Roques' hand came out of the bundle with a kunai in it. The kunai had a piece of string wrapped in the loop at the base that led back into the bundle. Roque pulled the whole thing free, revealing the newspaper that the string was attached to. The kunai was given a strong throw and embeded itself into the wall beside a door, striking a dent that showed repeated attacks of similar calibre. "Another faithful new paper delivery!" Roque hooted into the air as he jumped over his previous target. He had been delivering newspapers in this manner for the better part of his stay in Konohagakure. It was a meager job, something that the Hokage gave to him in lue of actual missions. He was a ninja from the Earth country, and there had been a rather disasteful war only a couple decades prior. Sooner or later he got other assignments, but he never gave this one up. One may think of it as spite, but Roque never quit a job, and nobody had fired him yet so he and Kiesel kept up the early morning routine of delivering the newspaper.
A murmer came from Kiesel, something nigh inaudiable, but rung in Roques ears clearly enough. He was in mid throw of his last paper, he turned suddenly to look at the sun.
"That late already?" He said, shielding his eyes. The thunk of kunai in wood hit his ears, and he turned to see a perfect hit. "That's right, I'm good." He smiled, falling to the ground and landing with a resoundig thud. He snapped his spine with a stretch and stoed the now empty newspaper bag in one of his pockets. "Right then, time to meet the boss lady." and with that, he was off and running to the meeting place. The streets being filled with early comuters, he took to his prefered mode of transportation, and dived into the ground. He left a slight quey of stunned pedestrians staring at a hole-less ground, but that was better than having to barrel through the lot of them. He moved faster underground anyway, it was his place, his home, heck, he slept underground when he was out of town. It only took him a moment to make it to the building, having only been a twenty minute walk away. He popped out of the ground with little more than a display of dust. "Boss lady! YOU HERE YET?" Roque called out, looking around. He wasn't even sure what this meeting was about, but he stopped shoutng when he saw a familar girl on the porch. "Hello there, you see the boss lady around here lately?" Roque called out to his fellow team member.

Ran tipped her head to the side a little at the grin. "I have yet to do a morning exorcise..." she murmured, partially thoughtfully. "Alright. If you would like to leave now, I would join you." She stretched a little more, then paused for a few moments. "But, before we do..." she made a seal with her hands, and then opened one of them, palm up, and fingers spread. Lumps formed, and then bone pushed through, up, and out. When it was done, five white senbon were the leftover, and her hand healed up where the bone pushed through.

"I use senbon as my main weapon. My bloodline allows me to adjust the shape and consistency of my bones, and also allows my skin to heal over relatively quickly when I do things like that. " Ran idly tossed the new senbon at a place in the wall by her apartments' door, creating a circle. "What is your technique?" she returned her attention to the other girl.

((Woops, totally slipped my mind. Sorry. I know I read that section about her going to report to the mission report office dealy. I'll go fix that now, sorry.))

Gaen was squating on a branch high above the forest floor. If he were to fall from here he would likely die, or at least break something very important. It didn't seem to show that Gaen accknowledged his postion in the least. He just squated and stared. He seemed very intent on staring at one particular leaf on the branch across from him. He hadn't blinked in the last twenty minutes, nor had he moved a muscle. It is an odd occurance considering the rush he had left his home in.

"See you parents." Gaen called out to his folks as he left the clan house. His father had his ANBU mask on his forehead as he sipped his tea. His mother was upside down, doing crunches.
"See. You. Later. Honey." His mother called out between heavy breaths. His father just smiled and lifted his tea in salute. Gaen could hear the cursing as his mother lost count of her exsercises and the laughter of his father. Gaen himself burst out the door of their large tree house into the branches that served his family as a highway. He traveled with practiced ease, going from branch to branch, landing in places that he had landed in at least a thousand times before. He was about to make the final stretch into the village. He had left early for the meeting because after coming out of the forest, he took a lot longer to get places. Regardless, he happened to spy something from the cornor of his vision. He stopped dead on the branch across from it. He squatted, transfixed by what he saw.

Movement. It wasn't Gaen, but what he watched with certain interest. It was a cacoon that was in the final stages. The brown husk bore just the right colour, was just the right size to let the butterfly escape. Gaen had never actually watched the process, and had infinite patients to observ the event. His earlier haste was lost in the back of his mind. The transformation took all of ten minutes as the little creature freed itself from the self made prison. The colourful red and gold wings unfurled for the first time and flapped weakly. A wide grin spread across Gaens' face over the whole ordeal. It was like watching evolution.
Afterward, when the butterfly escaped into the world, Gaen snapped back to what he was supposed to be doing. He vanished from the branch. He had spent a half an hour not moving when he needed most of it to make it to the meeting place on time. He could push himself as hard as he could and may still arrive on time, though it didn't warrent activating Grune Mann. If he was late he was late, oh well, too bad.
It was a good ten minutes later before e appeared above the appointed meeting place. Roque and Kinu where already there.
"AN OPENING!" Gaen shouted as he came down ontop of Roque, grabbing Roques' chest as if there were something there to grab. "What the?" Gaen pronounced, looking down at what was in his arms.
"Gaen, hate to tell you, but I don't swind that way." Roque said non-chalantely, having not been moved by the 'attack' Gaen had performed.
"I didn't think Kinu-chan had gotten this muscley." Gaen said, poking at Roque with shameless naivety. "So, where's Kae-sama?"

((Don't know if I'm using the honorifics right. Somebody please tell me if I'm being an idiot or not.))