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[from academy]
Masaki walked calmly up towards the mizukage's office. He had never seen him before, but Masaki expected to like the Mizukage. His frustration at not being trained had somewhat died down now, and he was able to resume being his cheery self. He walked up to the kage's office and knocked. "Sorry for bothering you, I am Masaki. I would like to talk to you about training?" He tried in vain to dampen his tone, he didnt want to sound too cheerful after all. The Mizukage probably wouldnt understand that side of him. He stood outside the room and waited for some form of invitation. The lady in the front had strongly recommended he do this, to avoid interrupting something important.

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((i was actually picturing him standing outside the door, so bowing would have done no good. Still he doesn't exactly know proper manners anyways so it works.))
"bow? oh, i'm sorry." he said quietly. I never knew i was supposed to bow. what kind of sense does that make? he put that thought aside for later. His voice regained its cheer "that sounds like a good plan!" He wondered about the details, but decided it would be funner to find out along the way. Masaki did like surprises. unless they were birthday parties. birthday parties drove him nuts... it better not be a birthday party... "It isn't a birthday party is it?" he said plainly, his face serious.

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At the Mizukage's request, or order rather, Kaizen's eyes widened ever so slightly, before returning to their original listless state. Before he could speak however, yet another student stumbled into the room, his manner cheerful, though he seemed to try and hide the fact. The sight of the happy child caused memories of Kaizen's own days as an academy student and genin, he had been so carefree then, even in the midst of great dangers, but now was no time to think on that. After the Mizukage had finished telling the new arrival what was to happen, Kaizen looked to each of his new... students, his cold gaze almost seeming to look past his new charges, without even a hint of recognition when his gaze fell over Sevvyn.

Turning to face the Mizukage, Kaizen bowed stiffly as he said, "As you wish, Mizukage-dono." Standing straight once more, Kaizen took the letters from the Mizukage and turned on his heel, walking past the students and out of the office on his way towards the village gates, not even looking back to make sure his students were following him. As Kaizen stepped outside of the Mizukage tower, it occurred to him that he might have to learn some of the jutsus at the same time as his new charges. Luckily he had been given scrolls for the most basic techniques upon his return as a chuunin, Luo's way of helping Kaizen to harness his full power.

With one last cursory glance over his shoulder to look up at the window to the Mizukage's office, Kaizen moved forward towards the gates.

"I live to fulfill the dreams of those that came before me"

[exit to gates]

(hope you don't mind me taking the liberty to automatically give myself some scrolls Luo mrgreen )

~I’ll make you a feast for the ravens…~

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Ginshiro Kaguya

Academy Student|Weapon Master|Shikotsumyaku

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Gin said nothing as the Mizukage said that he, the girl with the dog, and the over-eager boy were going to be trained by Kaizen. He looked over Kaizen before he had left for the village gates, he seemed strong but something about his eye gave Gin a bad feeling as if something lurked deep inside his heart. Shaking off this feeling Gin bowed to the Mizukage and headed for the gates.
{Exit: To Gates}


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~ Chakra: 18/18 ~

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Kirigakure no Sato║Suiton║Byakugan Doujutsu (Dormant)║Hyuuga Clan║Genin

[Enter from: Gates of Kirigakure]
[OoC: *cracks fingers* Time for an epically long return post to make up for my crappy RP-ing in the past few weeks.]
xxxxShe was trembling. Her senses, sharpened from the deprivation that bordered on starvation that she forced upon herself, duly noted the gentle, rhythmic feeling of her muscles clenching and releasing in gentle, jerky motions. Her tiny frame shook, the spasms teetering on the edge of convulsions as the voices began in her head. Sayuri ground her perfectly white, straight teeth together, an audible crushing sound emanating from the tiny young woman. Her hands were squeezed so hard into fists that her fingernails cut deep into her palms, her knuckles having turned a sickly shade of off-white.
She could already smell the sweet odor of blood that hadn't yet been spilled, the rust and salt smell of her memory pervading her senses, twisting and manipulating the fine line that separated Sayuri's reality and her hallucinating mind. She dragged in a long, ragged breath through her teeth, not wanting to have her mind force the memory of the smell of blood into her already sensitive senses, and was hit with a bitter memory of the taste of blood, the force of it choking her, making her gag. She whimpered slightly as the usual voices, dominated and controlled by The Voice, raged and taunted at her in her head, giving her the usual feeling of her head splitting along an invisible fault line inside of her as she knocked feebly once on Luo-dono's door and entered without being instructed to do so. There were two men in the room: the Yondaime Mizukage and Pride of the Mist himself, Luo Ushio, and a foreign shinobi whom she didn't recognize and didn't particularly care to recognize. It wasn't his face she was focused on anyways. Her eyes had rivited themselves on the side of his somewhat-exposed throat where she knew his pulse beat, pumping blood through his veins at a speed faster than the average eye would have been able to track. She tried to be subtle about where her attention was focused, but the Voice caught on before she did, and it released the full force of its silkily persuasive powers.
Perfect, is it not, Saya? The perfect target. Think about it. When was the last time that you truly allowed Yume's perfectly smooth blade to taste the blood of a victim? Never, if I remember correctly, right? Why not start? He looks strong. He looks like a fighter. You know how much you prefer to play with your food before you eat it, isn't that right? He'll try to fight you. It would take one motion, Saya. No energy at all. Simply rotate your shoulder cuff and his head will fall to the floor. You and your beloved sword will taste his blood. Yume's bloodlust, your bloodlust, and our bloodlust will be satiated. Think about it, the Voice laughed sinisterly at the images that Sayuri's brain conjured to torment her, standing slumped against the wall in Luo-sama's office. She forcefully struck the back of her head against the wall, trying to inflict enough pain the chase the images from her head. Her azure eyes squeezed shut, her thick blonde lashes brushing her cheekbones lightly as the small girl seemed to collapse in on herself.
"Luo-sama, when you have a moment, please." The words were spat as a rasped hiss between Sayuri's teeth, the corners of her lips pulled down into a pained grimace. I doubt Luo would mind, Sayuri. Kill the boy. It will take seconds. Kill him. Think of his blood spilling across the ground, think of it pooling on his pale skin. Think of how his eyes will look, glassy and haunted, when he dies. Do it, Sayuri, the thoughts continued. Moving no more than absolutely necessary, Sayuri unslung the enormous 65 inch blade from across her back, casting her beloved Yume from her to resist the temptation of the Voices. The speculative scenarios were all too realistic. What she would give to have her twin here to console and control her...

[OoC: My character managed to go insane within the week that the timeskip affected her. You like? Evil, no? ^-^]

|-Rank-Genin-| |-Village-Konoha-| |-Bijuu-Kyuubi-|

((No worries Luo, my internet died for a few days while I had to wait for someone to come out and repair it sweatdrop ))

The Mist-nin, Sayuri, caught Sev's attention. She seemed quiet, and bothered. But it was not nearly enough for Sev to think of it any further. Luo's words seemed somewhat dull, like his day was being stretched out with so many visitors. Sev could feel a twinge of regret, the last thing he wanted to do was be on a bad note with the Mizukage.

The question caught him off-guard, why did he want to learn this style? Sev smiled lightly, he had known for a while even if he didn't admit it. "A while back, little over a year and a half ago. I was normal, nothing special at all. Nothing great, nothing bad about me. Then a natural disaster hit, and I'm stuck with it." He turned his head so only the Mizukage could see, then lightly scratched his cheek. Hinting to the Kyuubi sealed inside him. "Now, I'm not sure exactly what all is expected of me with this. But I want to be able to never have to worry about my fellows around me." Sev tilted his head upward, he remembered the stories of the past hosts.

Sev smiled, and let out a soft laugh. "I guess you could say, if I can't master my sword. How could I master my demons?" He let the words hang in the air for a moment, but he couldn't even begin to imagine the Mizukage teaching him. It was a great honor, he didn't even know what to say to it.