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"yes i did it" ryoku shouted "good job i knew you could do it"his teacher said patting him on the back "wanna try another one" "sure im up for it"ryoku replied the teacher grabbed another scroll "lets see ,man your one lucky student henge no jutsu simple transformation like last time ill do it twice so you need to pay attention to how i do it by the way my name is hataro sensei"he said shaking ryokus hand giving him the scroll and then forming the handsigns for the jutsu there was a puff of smoke and ryoku jumped back because when the smoked cleared he was looking directly at himself "scary good right""yea" hataro returned to his normal form and repeated the hand signs slowly "now you try me and please try not to mess up to bad"ryoku laughed(131)


henge no jutsu (1/3)

"your trying to hard so everythings messing you up relax we have plenty of time take a minute to relax" hataro said ryoku plopped down into a seat you can do this he's right just relax clear your mind he stood up "henge no jutsu"he turned into a perfect clone of his sensei"nice job" "what i should be saying that im the teacher" "stop playing with me kid i am "one hataro hit the other"you didnt change back i guess you are the real teacher"ryoku said laughing as he changed back "go get some rest come back when our ready to fight"said hataro robbing his cheeck(111)

henge no jutsu complete

The sun rose over the rolling hills of the Academy and light streamed through the trees. It creeped over grassy patches and old dirt roads, up walls and across roofs, until it finally rested on the rooftop where two sleeping women laid with hands intertwined.

They met the sunrise with closed eyes and gentle breath. The thick white blanket on which they rested glinted bright orange where it was struck directly by the light. Before long, one of them opened her deep brown eyes, eyes that turned towards the female form next to her, then soon closed again, as if she might disturb her lover just by looking over her sleeping features with too much intensity. She gently squeezed the soft hand clasped in hers, then released it as she took a deep breath of the sweet scent of her partner's long brown hair.

"Gmornin' Syl," muttered the larger of the pair, squeezing back. In the stark contrast of the morning light, her curves were accentuated by patches of shadow, and minimally dressed as she was, in a simple cotton tunic without so much as a pair of leggings to shield her from prying eyes at ground level, her naturally voluptuous form became that of a goddess, crowned by a halo of dawn. She shifted to one side slightly, the better to address Sylassana, whose eyes were still closed

"Mornin' Lily." Syl trailed her fingers up Lilith's arm gently, until they came to rest on her shoulder, then smoothly slid across Lily's chest as Syl nuzzled into her shoulder, her boyish features temporarily obscured as her short black hair fell across her face.

"We should do this more often," muttered Sylanassa.

"Until the rainy season comes," replied Lilith.

So began their tale: Two lovers nestled in each other's arms in a secluded corner of the Academy. To call them star-crossed would be an exaggeration, but it was true, surely, that their ways, and the ways of their families, had always differed... yet fate had brought these two together, and fate would ensure that together they would stay.

Sylassana always did question the wisdom of hand-to-hand practice as a warm-up. On the off-chance that someone sustained an injury that required significant recovery time-- say, a broken bone or a twisted joint-- wouldn't that mean that they couldn't participate in the rest of the day's activities? Why not save the risky training for last?

But then again, it was arguable whether sparring was more or less risky than the Shinobi Academy's other 'activities.'

Syl didn't really have much time to think about this. She had barely been given enough time to gather up her thrown chakrams before being ordered to find and square off against a fighting partner. Today, her opponent was a rather attractive boy built a little like she herself was. She recognized him as one of the many students from Leaf, and she smirked as she swatted aside yet another of his all too predictable punches.

"They teach you how to fight like that in Leaf?" She said breathlessly as she moved in to sweep him into a grappling position.

"Shu'up about Leaf. You and your lover ain't even told anyone where-" The boy started to retort before Syl threw him. He was, she decided, markedly less attractive while tumbling head over heels.

The boy hit the mat with a heavy thud, and took an embarrassingly long time to roll to all fours and spring back to his feet. "My lover taught me more than you know, obviously," she teased.

Lily and Syl helped their sparring partners back to their feet- Lily smiling with what seemed to be genuine sweetness at her partner's embarrassment, and Syl unsubtly mocking the indignant Leaf boy with a self-satisfied smirk. "Don't be so surprised," Syl muttered to him as the class knelt to receive instructions for the rest of the day. "Nothing wrong with not being ready."

Sylassana managed to successfully ignore the fuming male sitting next to her throughout the mock mission briefing.

"For the last time, stupid girl, there is no such thing as a magic wand, and muttering phrases in a foreign language is not going to tap into your chakra!"

Oh, but to return to the days when beating children with a cane was considered an acceptable method of teaching. The instructor's neck veins bulged and his fists clenched as he screamed at this insolent student with the atrocious name. Not only had she failed to accomplish even the simplest of jutsu, she seemed to be more than a little bit insane.

The brownish-red haired girl whirled around to glare at him, and he found himself transfixed, as he was every time, by her beauty. Her ninja headband fell jauntily over one eye, and the remaining hazel eye was both piercing and gentle. You could tell by looking that here was a girl who was independent, sweet, smart, strong, and fiercely loyal.

But she was still the worst student the Academy had ever known.

"You aren't from where I'm from!" She retorted, defiantly. "Where I'm from, magic works!"

Hermione Cullen turned away from her instructor again and raised her wand, trying to remember what it was like the first time she had summoned her Patronus. She was in a foreign universe now, and if there had ever been a time when she needed her Patronus, it was now. Instructors be damned. They wanted her to learn to use weapons for God's sake. To use some fictional energy called chakra instead of proper magic.

Blimey, sometimes it was hell being a witch.

Rex walked slowly towards the academy thinking about how he was going to do but also doubted that he was going to do good. "today i'm going to find out how much i can do but first i need to find a teacher." As he approached the front doors he felt like he was being watched. As he turned around the feeling lifted "i guess it was just the wind. Oh well better get in side and start my training." As he entered he saw a teacher that he figured was good enough to teach him.