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| - "Ah Hiro, Suzume. Ready?" And he was met by a barrage of fireballs, and when the smoke cleared, the clone was nowhere to be seen. Suzume closed her eyes, put her hands together, and concentrated; a split second later she shouted "BELOW!" as they both dived to the side. As the water clone burst from the ground, it was forced to block a wave of fire, creating steam that again obscured its view. Again knowing the clone's location, Suzume muttered "Lightning Release: Electromagnetic Murder." spitting several electric bolts at the water on the ground. It was conducted by the water until it reached the water clone, which sputtered and sizzled before melting back into water. "Congratulations." murmured the instructor, who was somehow right next to them holding out Kumo headbands. "Good teamwork a
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| - "Ah Hiro, Suzume. Ready?" And he was met by a barrage of fireballs, and when the smoke cleared, the clone was nowhere to be seen. Suzume closed her eyes, put her hands together, and concentrated; a split second later she shouted "BELOW!" as they both dived to the side. As the water clone burst from the ground, it was forced to block a wave of fire, creating steam that again obscured its view. Again knowing the clone's location, Suzume muttered "Lightning Release: Electromagnetic Murder." spitting several electric bolts at the water on the ground. It was conducted by the water until it reached the water clone, which sputtered and sizzled before melting back into water. "Congratulations." murmured the instructor, who was somehow right next to them holding out Kumo headbands. "Good teamwork and strategy, you two. Welcome to the shinobi world." As they ran back ,cheering and celebrating with their friends, another water clone rose out of the puddles and another pair came to try their luck. The next day, Hiro and Suzume rose from their bunk beds to see a notice taped on their room door- "REPORT TO GROUND NINE FOR TEAM ASSIGNMENTS." Hurrying to get dressed, they bounced ideas off of each other for a good third. They arrived at the grounds to see three other students just leaving, being led away by the old Bōjutsu teacher, apparently their new sensei. The headmaster was still there, along with another red-haired ninja in armor. "Hiro! Suzume!" cried the headmaster. "Over here!" He waved them over enthusiastically. "I swear, all the redheads are clones..." muttered Suzume under her breath. They all nearly broke the standard chakra-reserve meter, all acted the same, and all ate ramen obsessively. It was creepy. "So guys, seeing as how only five graduated, Shiro here will be joining your team! Have a nice day!" and Anjin poofed away. The newly-named Toshiro Uzumaki surveyed them all for a tense second, before smiling widely with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. "Hi! I'm Toshiro Uzumaki and I'm your new teammate! Let's spar for a bit to test your skills. Both of you against me." Sharing a glance, "But Toshiro-san, you'll be hurt!" Laughter was his reply. "Don't worry about it. And call me Shiro." So they squared off, and Hiro and Suzume charged. Both were decent in taijutsu, neither was exceptional in the field. Shiro, much to their embarrassment, fended off their attacks with just his arms, not moving from where he stood. "Come on guys! You can do it!" They jumped back twenty feet and Hiro began to form handseals. He was forced to stop suddenly when he found a glinting blade inches from his throat, and a still-smiling Shiro commented "No ninjutsu yet." Taijutsu continued, and Suzume was left open when she overextended her punch. Shiro slapped her rear end, making her fall over holding her bottom with both hands. "PERVERT!" she yelled as Hiro's attacks intensified. Then Suzume suddenly felt weak, and looked down to see a black design on her pants. a seal? but... She mentally recalled Shiro's hand coming down and hitting her, and leaving a seal behind. still a pervert. she determined, before passing out. In the standard ninja academy, a sleepy teacher was dozing at his desk while rambunctious boys roughhoused all across the classroom. Some of the girls, too. Finally, he woke up when an eraser bounced off his head and he rose his head, noting both the boisterous twelve-year-olds and, also, sitting calmly in his seat, the lone seven-year-old in the class. "Class? It's time to 'yawn' graduate now." "Class!" The class eventually settled down as the teacher yawned again. "Follow me to the training field." He slowly stood up and shuffled to the door, his students bouncing impatiently behind him. Once all had gotten there, he said, "Demonstrate an E-Rank or higher jutsu to pass, and knock over that post." The post stood there, something that would need a powerful kick to even budge. The first boy used the Body Replacement Technique with a boulder, and fell over from using too much chakra. "Next!" The second boy used a Shunshin and ran straight into a tree. The third boy made a water clone, and they both punched the pole until it fell over. The teacher scribbled down the student's name on a piece of paper and gave him a headband, and he charged cheering into a group of his friends. Two more students failed. Then, the early graduation attempt, the seven-year-old was up. He stood for a second, and ignoring the jeers of the other students, jumped into the air, replaced himself with the post, and kicked it out of the air so that it landed on its side. "Do I pass?" he asked in a subdued tone. "Yes you do, uhhh... what was your name again?" The boy seemed to shrink into himself further. "Ushi. Ushi Bako." he said in a very small voice. Read on at Typhoon!
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