Squad meeting: Team Two(private)

A wild day for Hiori as she woke up that morning. Got up, cleaned herself up, threw on some clothes, and ate some breakfast. She was appointed three Gennin as her pupils, and she was really eager to meet them all. She walked back to her room to slip on her chain mail, wrap up her bandages, and all before the sun rose up. As the light shone into the domed apartment, she slipped on her jacket and looked out the window. She gave off a slight giggle of excitement and ran out the door. She had sent out messanger hawks yesterday that were aimed for her gennin's homes. The hawks had arrived back at the station so she knew that they must've gotten them.

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Dear Suna Gennin,

I am please to announce you have been placed in my squad, Team Two. Please arrive at Suna's sparring fields tomorrow no later then two hours after sunrise. Bring your equipment, i'm assuming you all would like to start ASAP.

Sincerely,
Hiori



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Hmm.. another Hyuuga in the Suna, he'll be pretty fun to train. She was looking at her gennins profile cards and began to examine them. Memorizing their names, looks, and power play. Ages 15, 12, and 10. Weird age combination, she thought. Matthais, Terri, and Paks. A Hyuuga, a Kuchinawa, and a puppet user. Techniques I could definitely work with. As she thought to herself, she hadn't been watching where she was going, and she ran into a lady with a crate of apples. She quickly picked every apple that fell onto the ground and back into the crate before they had hit the ground without ease. She had still been reading the profile cards as the civilians watched in amazement.

She payed the woman for four apples and she stuck them all into her pocket and proceeded. "Thank you,"

Hiori walked a little past the shopping district and into the open dirt fields on the west side of Suna. A couple other teams were here but in a far distance. She looked around and walked to a open, empty, area. She assumed nobody on her squad had been there yet, and she didn't like very many first impressions of early arrivals. She set the apples in a line, and took a bite of the fourth one. She kept the fourth one in her hand and looked around.

Paks pressed her hands against the hem of her tunic, smoothing the heliotrope material unconsciously as she glanced down at the note sitting atop her desk. The handwriting was precise, and the diction to the point. Even so, the small Genin felt a stir of irritation. Not towards this Hiori person, but more towards Team Two's last Sensei who had so mysteriously disappeared on them. Again. She was beginning to dislike him more and more, a pity because he had seemed like a good teacher at first. Well, there was nothing for it. If she ever saw the man again, Paks was certain there would be some form of fallout, but as it stood they were already too far behind the other Genin and she could waste no time complaining.

Exhaling softly, the short kunoichi reached out and swiftly folded the letter in half, pressing the crease so that it would stay closed as she slipped the paper into her desk. Perhaps this new Sensei would be better, otherwise she would have to start working on her own with a bit more rigor. She could not allow herself to stagnate. It was unacceptable.

It took her a few minutes to gather her things, double checking that her weapons were in the utmost of condition and precisely where she had left them as well as adding a few to the arsenal she carried normally. It would not do to be unprepared for this meeting. After lightly watering the plants that grew in the small chamber off of her room she quietly made her way out of the Kuchinawa Compound and set off for the appointed meeting place.

The sun had risen an hour or so ago, but it was still somewhat shadowy. Sunlight lancing down on the earth, not yet high enough in the sky to encompass everything; and it was to the shadowy recesses which Paks traveled through. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally taking a back alley until she drew close to the prearranged area. The training grounds of Suna was a familiar place, and Paks lightly dropped off the nearest rooftop to pad her way along the winding paths. It had taken her a bit to traverse this far, and judging by the angle of the sun she could assume she would be right on time. Hopefully this time Shina-san would not be late to the meeting.

Straightening her posture resolutely, Paks strode out into the sparring field. It was a vast expanse of dirt, packed down by the tamping of hundreds of feet and the passage of time. Something of an oddity considering the abundance of sand, it was one of the few places where dirt actually held its ground against the encroach of the desert. A suitable place for fights, if not exactly an area which required one to use their terrain. Although that in itself was an interesting quality, especially if they had been asked to come to the sparring field for the purpose of combat.

Dark eyes quickly picked up the woman standing in the middle of the field. Long hair fluttered in a low tied pony-tail, the kunoichi was tall and slender with pale skin for someone from Suna. Although her most striking feature was most certainly the white eyes of the Hyuuga Clan. Paks nearly blinked in surprise, although she managed to hold the surprise back. There seemed to be a growing population of Hyuuga, and she wondered how Hyuuga-san would respond to their Sensei. Had not he claimed some high position in the Clan's hierarchy? Shina-san would no doubt be annoyed, as it was a well know fact Hyuuga used Taijutsu. It seemed he really was unlucky as far as Sensei went.

Not checking her stride in the least, Paks crossed the area before coming to a halt in front of the woman. She shifted, fluidly performing a crisp bow before rising to meet the Jounin's pearlescent eyes. "Hyuuga-sensei," she intoned softly in her usual reticent manner, greeting the woman who would be training Team Two. Her eyes never drifted away, murky garnet fixed in a not altogether passive manner, somewhat at odds with her mellifluous voice.

Matthais had the dream again. The one where he saw two Genin fighting to the death, both were him. THe stronger killed the weaker one. He couldn't take the dream anymore. It was to much. Ever since he killed that puppetier he hadn't had a decent dream in weeks. It was always the same. And last night was no different.

He awoke with a jumped, 'Why is it always like this?' He thought to himself. 'Why am I having this dream over and over again?' It didn't help that he killed another genin by surprised. An assassination by choice. He attacked by a powerful ninja, and was almost beaten to death. Matthais would walk around like he was big and bad, until that day. He realized that he stood no chance against someone like the akatsuki or any jounin from the sand village. It was his destiny to become stronger or die trying.

He threw off his covers and got up. He rubbed his eyes with his metal hand. He walked slowly to his closet, no one else was in this house, both of his parents had died. He put on his usual outfit. White baggy pants that went to his shin. A brass waist cover. The tatoo on his left arm had shown through. His metal hand felt cold as usual. with his metal head band holding up his hair, he threw on a shirt and went down stairs.

He was Matthais Hyuuga, a part of the Head branch of the Hyuuga clan. Both of his parents had died by ninja assassians. He wanted to become strong to make sure no one else went through that. But there was a slight problem, he had a temper. He would and does snap on nything, or will attack nothing. No one want him to be apart of their team, or so he thought.

He was at the table eating some toast and he saw a bird through the window. Or he thought he did, he remembered seeing one yesterday. He shhok his head and went to the window. THe bird had left a message, there is to be a squad meeting at the sparring grounds. 'oh joy, now I get to have a bit of fun.'

He looked at the sun, about an hour and a half had passed already. He darted back upstairs and grabbed his kunais and shurikens. And ran out the door. He passed everyone that he would normally would have said hi to.

He had made it to the sparring grounds when he saw a woman. She had an apple in her hand. "Hey!" He shouted as he ran towards her, stopping in front of her. "Are you the Jounin..." He pulled out a peice of paper,"Hiori Hyuuga?" He saw the name, 'Hyuuga' She was a member of the same clan.