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A sixfoot tornado of carefully controlled mist signified the arrival the Sannin, the faintly scented vapour slowly drifting away from the fine black yukata with it's purple sash. Simple sandals made no sound on the ground as the mane of midnight locks fell around the shinobi's shoulders while radiant teal hues appraised the combatants forms from the open area.

He didn't seem to be visibly armed but he had an air that commanded respect and his smoldering hues held no pity for those who didn't give it to him. The Sannin did not look very excited to meet the Mizukage but he did keep his sleek muscular form still and controlled as the Mizukage 'taught'. The Genin were shaping up finely if a little emotionally incapable from the dark confines of the Sannin mind.

In the meantine he he raised a purple nail to his purple lips, gribbing the cuticle between bright white teeth and softly nibbling on the nail in impatience. He nibbled carefully, always keeping the nail evenly trimmed until all his fingers were in the same condition. If the Mizukage was still teaching the Sannin would interupt, though with the usual skill and perfection he often employed in his daily life.

Thats very good LT stated, he has a good feel for the blade. "Ok, that is pretty much the first stage of the sword style. To know how control your blade, to be able to move in not normal stances and rolls. For when your in combat you wont always be in the best positions physically, mentally, and strategically. LT drew his own sword and speared the ground with it. For now, he would not be using it against such a low level student. With his sheath he would ready his attack on the student. "DEFEND YOURSELF!" LT shouted as he disappeared from the student's sight to appear to the left of the boy swinging lightly at waist height. There were a couple of actions the boy could take, jumping, rolling, but all of those required time which the boy didnt have. It would be interesting to see what the boy would do.

Stage Two
Genin

The user now has the basic rudiments of the style down. Capable of basic strikes, the user can inflict some damage, but usually nothing incredibly serious (except done by accident). Speed has increased, though not by much. The strength has increased as well, allowing the user to hack away at a tree trunk and have it sliced through in a matter of seconds.

Regular Techniques: N/A

Special Techniques: N/A

LT smiled at the boy's counter attack, he was impressed and pleased that the boy would consider the tactic. None the less he needed improvement drastically. LT ducked so low that the boys blade swung inches above his head almost combing his hair. With the sheath of his sword he rapped it across the front of the boy's legs so he couldnt take a step or jump. But with LT's speed and position, he made a tiger seal with his right hand and used his speed to move as fast as he could to complete his attack thrusting the tiger seal upwards into the boy. "A THOUSAND YEARS OF DEATH!" LT shouted just milliseconds before. There would be little that the boy could do in order to move out of the way of this attack with such speed.

Yamatano looked toward the source of the scream to see Kaizen screaming in pain, holding his rear, which caused him to fall over in insane laughter, which somehow made him dodge the mizukage's knife.

Coren saw the building from the gates and wandered over to see what was going on. Seeing as he was here to get some training too, it seemed like a good place to start. He looked through the facility until he came upon some people. He stood next to Fordon, alsmot whispering in his ear,"So... whats up? Whats going on?" Creeper!!!!

Coren drank from one of his jugs of beer. "Nope. But thanks brother! Name's Coren... you remember me? I used to train here in the Mist village... till I left to train with the monkeys in their mountain shrines above the Village hidden in the Clouds. I'm actually here for some training... OH! and to talk to someone about aligning with the Cloud." Coren took the large swords from his back and stuck them into the ground with a bang. He just stood there smiling like an idiot. He was sure someone from this village would recognize him.

Coren took the bottle from the man, eying it wearily. He inspected not for venomous traps, but for vintage. Coren sniffed the wine, a lack luster aroma greeted him. He downed the bottle in one gulp and sighed 'Hmmm... Vinho Verde... '05. Not a bad year for them, but if I may say... and please do not take this the wrong way. I recommend a higher quality brand for the guests of this village. Especially one who brews as I do,sir." He pulled a jug from his robes which had a celtic symbol on the ceramic face of it. He removed the green cloth from the mouth and dipped two cups into the bitter ale,holding one out for his new friend. "Please, drink up. So... you know me, but you,brother, are a mystery."