Hours had passed by and behind the scenes, the snow patrol never made it to their destination. A scouting group, lead by one of their most powerful shinobi, Kotatsu, went to investigate the disappeareances. It didn’t take long to find the wounded men, who barely clung to life, pointing in the direction the group of girls went to. Following the snowmobile tracks, he was able to find them fairly easily. Kotatsu lurked into the shadows, spying on the group. He only saw Shiroma and Sarada, whom idled by outside. He never made a move and disappeared, their future uncertain.

The sun finally came to, everyone laying to rest in the end. The sounds of banging tools against metal would awake the group due to the repairs for the ship. It was a new day.

Nanami woke up just before first light. Even in the frigid environment her sleeping habits remained unchanged. She stands up stretching and warming herself up before changing back into the cold weather gear. The room itself was decently insulated. Nanami walked up to the deck and surveyed the scene. The crew was up and repairing the ship. There wasn't much she could do to help. She took the time to prep whatever pills were needed. She took a vitamin pill to help wake her up and give her the caffeine she needed. She noted a clean path around the deck that she could run. Even in such an environment she stuck to her training regimen as much as possible. The obstacles that presented themselves made it a fun warm up. She made sure not to bother anyone as she ran.

The past several days were like a blur. So much happening, so much new information on the enemy and their armies. Nanami couldn't wait to get away from the Land of Snow, and look into things. She wondered if it would really be that easy? Would they be allowed just to leave? Nanami wondered this as she found a unused spot on the ship and prepped more paperbombs. Then she prepped the arrows she had left with the paperbombs.

She lets out a slow breath, and hops up the mast to the crows nest. For now, she spends some time until needed, looking out across the land, watching and waiting. The enemy had a way of always showing up at the worst possible moment. Or at least that was her experience with them. She was slowly evolving her way of thinking. Each of these encounters changing her little by little for the better. Her emotional state was starting to improve as well. The nightmares were waning as a ray of hope started to slowly lighten the darkness. Though she knew there would be more darkness to come before this war ended, and being a medical Shinobi. Nanami knew she would probably see some of the worst things war has to offer.

While up in the lookout she reflected on what had happened the night before. The sudden emotional outburst. Nanami knew her feelings were strongly connected to both Nori and Shiroma. The feelings from the previous night seemed to have waned. Thinking more on it she was just going to let the feelings pass, as she didn't have the want or need to pursue them. Nanami holds her bow with an arrow notched, she enjoyed the breeze and the morning sun. Nanami takes another deep breath "A beautiful morning.." She said as she knew the others would be up soon, or were already up. Nanami would scan the area with her Sharingan once in a while. Just to be sure, she didn't like being fooled once, and wanted to make sure it wouldn't be twice..

Sarada had stayed up all light on the snowmobile. She barely moved an inch as she kept her eyes and ears open to potential threats. However nothing was there. She wasn’t sure if she was being paranoid or truly did feel threaten. She had smoked several more cigarettes throughout the night and essentially put them away. The sky had clearly up some but it was very much grey out. The only indication that others were awake was when she heard banging upon the ship, a confirmation that the crews were beginning their daily routine. However she couldn’t help notice one of her students awake and taking her own place to watch guard however what she saw next displeased her. She had made it clear to Nanami that those eyes were forbidden while here and Sarada could only shake her head.

Sarada had never been one to depend on her Sharingan. It was either a noobie move or it was always the nonblood possessors who felt “special” for possessing the eyes. She had hoped Lord Sasuke would figure Nanami’s heritage out and take care of the matter. She didn’t like anybody outside of her bloodline to possess their eyes; it was distasteful and threatening. They were limited as it was however she wanted their eyes to die with them, not with strangers. She sighed and paid no attention to Nanami at that point. Sarada came to the conclusion that Nanami wasn’t entirely teachable. One could not break someone’s ways, especially those who relied on kekkei genkais that weren’t their own.

Sarada finally sat up and would come up with a training exercise for the group. It was the only thing she could think of that would help them in terms of themselves and she wasn’t going to hold back. She got up and walked gracefully through the snow, packing it down with each step as she made her way to the deck and down the stairs to the living quarters. ”Wake up, lets go. On the shore now!” she barked as she turned on her heel and walked back up the stairs. She made her way to the shore and waited patiently. Fuma wasn’t someone she was exactly calling, however knowing the stranger, she’d come anyways to observe. Sarada did have plans with that one though if she was interested.

Nanami heard Sarada call and hoped down. She wasn't sure what was going to happen.. But she hoped it would be something beneficial, and not detrimental. The one thing she didn't like about the Uchiha, was they seemed to have an expectation that was not reachable. Nanami was a passionate, energetic, and hungry to learn. As of late there had not been anything except learning from their experiences, and all she had to compare this to, was their first Sensei's training methods. However she knew nobody would be like him, and her teammates changed forever as did Nanami. She let out a small breath and remained positive. Her mind drifted to the intense training with Sakura, and how much fun her friendship/rivalry with Sakuya was. They both learned a lot over that year. Even though her emotions got the better of her on occasion, nobody could argue with what she brings to the team. So she remained upbeat and looked eager for the training lesson.

Nanami walked down the plank or stairs to the shore, and bowed to Sarada "Ready, Sensei." She said with a smile. Nanami knew to gain both Sarada's and Sasuke's approval. That she would have to adapt.. She knew they wouldn't change. So she would have to. However nobody changes their ways overnight. Would this change her? It would change her a bit. Well some things will change, but her core self will always be herself. She looked around waiting for everyone else. She figured it was going to be some form of teamwork or physical exercise so she stretched while she waited for the rest of them..
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The night seemed to pass by fairly quickly and before she knew it, Nori was being awoken to the sounds of the hammering and various sounds of the crew working on the ship. At first, she didn't move. She just laid there. It had to have still been early morning, right? She didn't know what it was, but something about sleeping in an actual bed was...relaxing. They had been sleeping in tents in the cold for some time, so be in a semi-warm place was nice. Although, she knew that it wasn't going to last long. The repairs were still a ways from being finished, so she could only imagine what they were going to do in the meantime. Maybe more training? Most likely. Odds were the Sarada wasn't going to let them just lie around and do nothing while the repairs were being done. She didn't seem like the type to waste time. She would put them to work somehow or another. And she was right. She soon heard their sensei's familiar voice come down to the cabin below and bark at them to wake up and get to the shore. Nori slowly opened her eyes and blinked away the sleep as she sat up in the bed. She brought up her hands and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands as she yawned and stretched herself out. The bed had been a little stiff, so her back felt a little quirky but at least it was a bed. A little stretching would definitely help.

Nori turned herself on the bed and planted her feet on the ground to put on her shoes. She stood up from the bed and stretched out her arms and back before she grabbed her belt containing her kunai knives and shuriken and strapped it on. She saw Shiroma still there in the cabin along with Fuma. Nanami was nowhere to be found, which didn't entirely surprise her. She was probably up about now and doing something. She had this type of energy that started so early in the morning and she was most likely already putting herself to work doing something. Not that Nori was the same way in some degree. At this point in the morning, she would be up for her morning run or stretching out to train for the day, but she didn't really have the energy that morning. She didn't know what Sarada had in mind, but she was sure it was going to be some type of workout.

Nori made her way up the stairs only to see Nanami already making her way down the plank to go to the shore. She yawned as she made her way after her friend down the plank and to the shore. "Good morning," she said to no one in particular as she pushed her hands through her burgundy hair and pushed it onto her shoulder. She began to braid her hair as she made her way over to where their sensei was at. Once she got to where she was, she used the black, thin hair band and tied off the end of her braid before she slowly sat down on the sand to start stretching her legs out.

The night passed quickly, and the morning, early though it was, began as usual for Tsukiko - In a warm bed, or the closest thing to it. Her intuition was better than most, and if there were no danger to be had it wasn't uncommon for her to sleep well into the day if the opportunity presented itself. The possibility of the genin checking her over didn't bother her, and all she had on her person was travel gear and her shinobi tools. Even if the Jonin checked her over, her bargaining chip was sealed into her skin and branded on her mind. Not places one could easily retrieve things, much less get what they were sent for only to slit her throat afterwards.

The feather light sound of groggy genin getting up roused her, yet she didn't stir. Not for a while, anyway. They weren't going to move yet, and they weren't going to leave without notifying her, so she made the most of her morning. It wasn't until only her and one other genin remained in their little space of the ship did she pull herself out of bed. The white haired girl. . .Shiroma, she recalled. She spared only a few moments reflection on the sleeping genin, mostly curiosity. The only young, white-haired people she'd met before had troubles not coughing up blood. Ultimately, she abandoned that train of thought, meandering above-deck, limberly leaping up onto the railing as she found herself a perch to observe the goings on.

Namely, the gathering of the Leaf's Shinobi. If there were going to be any engagements after leaving the land of snow, it was in her best interest to at least understand their skillsets. An idea was all she needed. Besides, the alternative was much less appealing, that being pondering her return to her Clan. The shouting match she was in for wouldn't get any better, thinking about it now.
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Shiroma had walked along the shore till she reached the point that the fight had happened with her former teammate.  She settled down and watched the night as the pair of her thoughts tried their best to untangle themselves.  She was well within sight and ear shot of the boat should anything happen.

'You know you have to admit something?'
'And what is that?'
'Sigmund and Sarada are right,'
'On what do those two agree?'
'Emotions get in the way.'
'...'
'Not saying they are bad, but they do...'
'Get in the way yeah...it was easier when we just woke up and were released you know?'
'Tell me about it.'

The pair continued their talk deep into the night finally one of them slept while the other kept watch out there on the shoreline not caring for the cold if anything it soothed her. The pair switched off midway through the night their body sleeping through it and getting the full rest that was needed for its energy to recharge while the pair of minds were able to get the partial sleep they both needed to keep sharp.

Her body woke after dawn and she roused herself slowly sitting up and moving a little to get the little warmth she needed to move her muscles going.  She looked over to the ship hearing the banging and sighing softly her eyes closing softly.

'Me and my big mouth.'
'What?'
'I told Sarada we could talk once we were on the ship and away.'
'Yeah'
'I meant I needed time to think, I was hoping the boat would be ready today but it doesn't look like it will be.'
'Oh...yeah you stuck your foot in that one.'
'Thanks.'
'Glad I could be helpful.'
'Brat.'

She heard Sarada's voice calling them together and sighed softly closing her eyes again for a moment to gather her thoughts.  She took a deep breath before heading over to join the others in front of the boat as she looked longingly at the boat willing it to be finished already since she had just gone and put her foot in her mouth the day before.  She joined her team in front of Sarada.  "Morning Sensei, Nanami, Nori." Her eyes currently a ice pale blue.

She crossed her eyes, as she waited for the group to gather to her calling. After speaking briefly to the captain earlier that morning about the repairs to the ship, it’d be another day before everything was moderately ready to set sail. The three greeted her and Fuma remained within the background. After the events that seem to unfold over the past few days, she decided it was time for some training of her own. She was going to test them but not like last time. This time she was going to control and shape them who she needed them to be for the future and for themselves. ”Morning,” she briefly said to all three of them. ”It has come to my attention that we never had much of a training session. Granted all I did was evaluate you in the beginning and nothing more,” she recalled as she removed her bag and tossed it onto the ground. It was to no use for her.

”I had all night to think about this particular training session and I believe it’s going to help you. However it will not be easy in any way shape or form,” she stated before looking at Nanami. ”Unfortunately you, Nanami, will not be partaking in this exercise as I will be using genjutsu for this. With your...ability, you’re completely immune,” she explained as only Nori and Shiroma would be under her wing.

Her eyes glanced at Fuma. ”I might as well put you to good use, friend,” she called out to Fuma, an invitation to join the activity. ”If you wouldn’t mind, since this student here cannot partake in this, would it be much of a bother to ask you to come up with a training exercise for her? A training that will push her to her limits and break her ego a bit,” she added.

”Today’s training session is to mold you three. To finally see your truest potential,” she explained.

Nori saw Shiroma join them last and greet them, giving her a small smile and nodded. "Mornin', Shiroma," she told her before her attention focused back to Sarada as she dropped her bag to the floor. She listened to her speak about how they hadn't had much training since she was deemed their sensei and that, in short, they would be partaking in a grueling session today that involved Genjutsu. Although, she wondered just what kind of training session it would be if it didn't involve Nanami. It seemed like their sensei wanted to focus on particular skills that they each had instead of how they worked together as a team or else she wouldn't have excluded her. Despite her having gone through a few incidents involving Genjutsu, what could happen during those times was unpredictable to her. They were by no means an easy thing to handle. Anything could really happen. She knew that it was a chakra controlled technique that targeted their senses to manipulate their surroundings and trick their minds with illusions, which made Nori feel uneasy. While she knew she was weak in the aspects of her charkra based techniques, her senses were more heightened after her training with Rock Lee. That was a critical part of their training and it seemed they were going to be tested now. She had to keep her control and focus. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she merely stared into Sarada's eyes and waited to begin.

The missing-nin paused, mid-nibble. Somewhere along the way, she'd fished out a stick of cinnamon and was enjoying the flavor by the time the Jonin piped up. A brow hiked. "Eh?" She hummed, slipping down from her perch to land on the shore. Padding over, she found herself right next to Sarada, eyeing her, putting a concerted effort into getting juuuuust inside that privacy bubble she was certain loner-types like the Jonin had. This was unlike her friend, though considering they'd only known each other for barely a day, maybe it wasn't. Was she swallowing her pride, or trying to goad her into showing off? Either way, Tsukiko's scrutiny of the aloof beauty didn't last very long.

"Tsuki-chan's got a much better ring to it, don'tcha think?" She teased, winking. Only then did she take a step or two back, turning her attention to the one called Nanami, rolling that stick of cinnamon between her lips. "Break 'er ego and push her, right?" She said, looking thoughtful. "I'm sure I could come up with somethin'. Anythin' in particular ya'd like me to focus on? Taijutsu? Ninjutsu? Control? Tactics?" Sure, she could pull out her blade, hand it to the girl, and tell her she wouldn't sleep until she'd successfully drawn blood like Tetsuya had, but that was only after they'd been travelling for a good couple of months.

The Jonin certainly had a better grasp on who they were than Tsukiko, and she'd defer to their sensei before coming up with an exercise.

Nanami nodded to Shiroma "Morning Shiroma." Once they were all there. Sarada had planned a Genjutsu exercise.. Which even without the Sharingan she knew it would be easier for her to resist them. So on one hand it made sense.. On the other she wondered if it was intentional to distance her from Sarada. It was frustrating in a way. It seemed like the little things override the good things she has done, and her contribution. Then it came to her attention that Tsukiko would be leading an exercise for her. Nanami wondered what type of person Tsukiko was. From what Nanami had seen so far of the woman. She seemed like the complete opposite of Sarada. Which may be a good thing or not. However Nanami was going to use this to prove herself.

Nanami looked at Tsukiko "I look forward to training with you Tsukiko-sensei." She bowed to both her and Sarada. Though she wondered why Tsukiko would defer to Sarada for an idea.. When Sarada had asked Tsukiko to come up with something. She had a feeling it would just annoy Sarada or it would be the opposite and thought of as respectful. Either way she was excited to do training. Lately it had either been with herself or Nori and Shiroma. No real instruction since her time with Sakura-Sensei. Nanami did hope Tsukiko would judge her on her own merits. Not the ones that Sarada has portrayed of her.

Nanami's eyes glance between the two, it was clear Tsukiko was the playful type as she tested Sarada's personal bubble by inching closer. While not showing any emotion on the outside she was laughing to herself on the insde. Maybe she was more like Sakura then she thought as she had a constant internal battle with herself. Nothing like Shiroma's, but it was a challenge at times. Because that part of her was laughing loud at this moment. Nanami was glad she had that part of herself under control. At least to the point where it didn't show on the outside.

Her eyes did glance up from time to time. But she knew Sarada would likely get upset if she activated her Sharingan. She would check for the arrows chakra signature when they were done.

Nanami's knew out of those three; taijutsu was by far her weakest area. Would she be allowed to use the nin-taijutsu style? She wondered internally. Many thoughts along these lines and others ran through her mind, She argued with herself on many points. Much like she had when she wrote the near seventy pages of medical and jutsu data on the snow's attack, and new physiological data she had gained. In writing that, Nanami's internal monolugue would have been fun to listen too, as she argued and bounced ideas, and facts from one side to the other.
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Sarada kept a straight face, feeling uncomfortable how their new escort was trying to get comfortable with her. Truth be told, it wasn’t going to happen in the slightest. She even rolled her eyes when Tsukiko winked at her. It was clear this Fuma clan member used flirtatious acts to either get her way or even had interests in females. Regardless, it wasn’t appropriate and she’d be damn if she ever considered Fuma her equal. They were far from it. When Tsuki questioned exactly what she wanted, she knew the route that had to be taken after Sarada noticed many things Nanami still had to work on. ”Nanami has an arsenal of tactics. She’s highly observant and can be quite controlling. With her medical shinobi certification, she needs to know she doesn’t get the front lines. She is the last one that should be engaging anything. Ninjutsu is her primary focus, making Taijutsu her weakest feats about her,” she explained as she hesitated whether or not to share the next bit of information but it was necessary.

”The one thing you should absolutely know about Nanami....she possesses the Uchiha sharingan. I want you to break her habits of using it. It’s a rookie’s behavior to rely on it. Considering her special case,” she informed as she looked at Nanami. ”I gave strict orders before this mission started to refrain from using it. It was a silent test from the beginning in which you failed. One day, you’re not going to be able to use it, then what? All that time spent having to rely on a kekkei that essentially doesn’t belong to you, only makes you more prone to failure. People like Nori aren’t as blessed to have a kekkei to rely on so she must work twice as hard as you to make the two of you equal. She’s even less fortunate to not to be able to execute ninjutsu like we all can. So now she must work three times as harder,” she added before looking at them all.

”Today we will break you like you’ve never been broken before. Today you will all learn to cope with situations that will be out of your control. Today you will learn the true meaning of what it’s like to be weak and useless,” she began as she started glancing at them one by one. ”By the end of today, Nanami you will learn to not rely on your sharingan and learn to use your own skills. You will learn how to be the best support shinobi I’ve ever seen and hopefully learn to better yourself in your weakest field,” she paused. ”Nori, you will to face your fears. And Shiroma,” she paused for a second. ”You will learn to know what it’s like to be weak for once,” she finished before unfolding her arms. ”This is your true evaluations today. This is your real training. You thought I had a stick up my ass before, well...you’ll find out that statement is truer today,” she added before looking over at Tsuki. ”You May take her now,” she commented before she would begin her training with the other two.

She had wished Nanami could join the group for the exercise; it would’ve helped tremendously however taking her on would’ve been useless at she would’ve repelled it much quicker than the other two would be able to. In the back of her mind, she reminded herself she still needed to unsolve the mystery behind Nanami. She knew it bothered their Lord Sasuke that this girl was running around with his eyes and Sarada was sure it shocked everyone around her. Little did Fuma know though, Sarada had her own secret.
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That whole statement set Nanami's innerself aflame. There was very loud shouting inside her mind. She wasn't going to respond, as it would only prove Sarada's argument right. This however was something she was prepared for. She wanteed to point out many things..

"Like how I had only had myself to train with the Sharingan."

"Nobody was there to show me how to use it properly.."

"Yet they blame me for it!"

This was the type of thing that was being shouted by her inner self.

It wasn't like everything she had trained on; was trained with only the Sharingan.. She actually used it in very little of her training. She used the Sharingan to help guide her Nin-taijutsu style. But the Sharingan wasn't necessary as she further developed the nin-taijutsu style. Nanami let her internal self yell as she stood there, when it was announced and the way it was announced. It didn't surprise her. But in a way after Sarada explained what Shiroma and Nori would be going through. Nanami was kind of happy, as she had enough emotional stress as of late, and was finally starting to get over it. So when Sarada announced a Taijutsu lesson is what Tsukiko would be teaching her.

Nanami would nod respectfully at Sarada, and then looked at Tsukiko.

The teen would follow Tsukiko when she moved to where they would train, and waited for instructions or was asked a question before speaking..
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Shiroma blinked slightly at the extremely serious nature that Sarada was taking with this training. Not that training wasn't serious but still it seemed, artificial somehow like she was making up for something. Forcing herself to be...well as she said it, acting like she had a stick up her ass, but even more so then normal as though to compensate for something that happened.

Shiroma frowned at the way that Sarada talked about Nanami though kept her mouth shut, knowing right now wasn't the point and time to bring anything up.  She wondered what Sarada would think of her if she knew that she hadn't been born with her Kekkei either, it wasn't part of her family or anything.  The way that she was talking if it wasn't your own then you shouldn't be using it.  But then the question was what made something your own.

'Philosophy can wait'
'Right'

Glad that that those little conversations between her two selves happened at the speed of thought rather then word she was able to look back up as Sarada turned her attention back to Nori and herself. Shiroma bit her lip as she heard what Nori was going to be facing and had a really good guess as to what that was going to be...she really hoped she was wrong. The next moment she blinked.  Was Sarada serious, did she really think that Shiroma didn't know what it was to be weak? She had been weak most of her life, it had only been after her time under genjutsu that she felt like she could tap into so much ability and energy.  But she wasn't going to correct her at this point that might just come later.

She had sighed, knowing well she had to do what she had to do today. She walked forward in front of the girls. ”Your other half will not be apart of this today. Unfortunately I have to lock her away,” Sarada commented as she stared down at Shiroma for a moment before Sarada’s own mankekyo sharingan surfaced quickly. The moment they would lock eyes, Shiroma would feel the force that would be invading her brain, her soul, her mind. The power of force was stronger than when Nanami had attempted this awhile back. It would feel overbearing to Shiroma mentally than t did before.

As Sarada invaded, more like probed even, she searched quickly for the source in which contained Shiroma’s split personality. She forced it to stay at bay. ”In order for her to take on this challenge, I cannot have you interfere. I apologize in advance. You have my word though, I will unseal you. She just needs some peace and quiet and an open mind to herself,” she had explained. A sharingan projection of Sarada had been standing before the light blues Shiroma and the dark blue eyed Shiroma; two complete bodies and yet were identical except for the eyes. She had found Shiroma’s spirited world inside and that was how she was able to communicate between her two better halves and that is how Sarada would be able to communication as well.
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Shiroma looked up at Sarada her pale blue eyes narrowed as she caught the meaning of what Sarada was saying.

'She can't be serious'
'From the look in her yes she is'

Sarada's eyes changed to her sharingan and Shiroma felt the pressure of another mind forcing its way into her own.  She wondered for half a moment if the pair of them could have resisted the forced entry or if they could learn how to at some point.  Or if the fact that one of her personalities could totally focus on the mental side of thing if that could make all the difference.

However she didn't resist as Sarada's projection entered the landscape of her mind. Not surprisingly the mind-scape was a smooth plane of snow with several large ice formations in it.  There was something off however with the mind-scape, there was a black pilar rising into the sky about fifty feet away from where Sarada would enter. It wasn't made of stone or ice but a swirling black mist seeming to go up endlessly. Around the base of it carved in black ice there were sealing marks pulsing with a dark light.

The pair of Shiroma's stood there looking at Sarada as she came in, both of them with their backs to the pillar.  The dark eyed one stood with her arms crossed looking Sarada dead in the eye.  "I am curious if you plan to tie one of Nori's arms and legs behind her back. Its basically the same thing taking half of who the person is and saying you can't have half of who you are right now." The pale eyed Shiroma just bit her lip keeping any comments she might have had to herself. "You are lucky that we trust you, or I don't know if you could do this." The dark eye Shiroma uncrossed her arms and slipped down to the snow to sit cross legged.

The landscape was beautiful. If she didn’t know any better, she would almost believe it was real. The Snow was wet against her shoes and the air cold around her. She wasn’t really surprised that this is what it looked like for Shiroma: her safe haven. The black pillar is what had caught her interest for a moment and before she could even question out of curiousity, her more serious half began to talk to her with such poison on the tongue. She knew Shiroma and her had their issues but to strike like that with words, it made Sarada feel guilty in all of this. If she wasn’t willingly, Sarada knew she wasn’t going to force it and just have to work around. She didn’t blame the dark eyed girl. She was asking a lot from them; sealing away a part of you that she been around for sometime now. It’d feel like a missing piece or a giant void from within.

Sarada remained quiet, looking down at her feet. ”I’m not going to make you feel uncomfortable. I’ll back off. If that’s truly how you feel, then I won’t do it. I can not force this on either of you if one of you doesn’t want to cooperate,” she replied back and looked at both of them. ”I know things have been rough the past couple of days and I’m sorry. I truly am. May not seem like it but I am. I’ve offered to talk about it and the both of you don’t want to and that’s fine. I’m not going to force anything at this point. I’ll work around this. It won’t be as effective but I’ll see what I can do,” she explained as she eyed the black spite behind them. She took interest in it but she knew it wasn’t her place to question anything here. It wasn’t her space to begin with. ”I’ll see you two on the other side,” she muttered as she turned her back. Sarada’s projection formed some hand seals, preparing for her departure from the mind-space unless interrupted.

The pair sat and stood respectively as Sarada made her response.  The pale eyed version of Shiroma shook her head and moved over to catch Sarada's shoulder before she could leave.  "We are agreeing to it. We trust you Sarada...there are other things we need to talk about.  Personally as well as the leader your assigned and that's part of what that was about." She looked back at her other self who nodded her head closing her dark eyes again.  "So please if you think this will make me...us better kunochi then please do what you think is best."

The paled eyed Shiroma moved over to sit down next to her counterpart with a bit of space between them to let Sarada do what she thought she needed to.  "You were a bit rough with your words you know."  A tongue stuck out from the dark eyed girls lips playfully. "And you are too diplomatic."

Sarada was unable to leave as a Hand was placed upon her shoulder. She had stopped in her tracks as Shiroma explained. She had just wanted to make sure. That’s all she wanted. She didn’t want to force to seal off apart of who she was. It was a scary thing because the results could be scary or unusual. She turned around as Shiroma went and sat next to her other half. She kept a straight face as she walked up to the dark eyed girl and placed a hand upon her head. Closing her eyes, she focused as a metal cage began to form around her other half. She took a step back as the cage emerged out of nowhere with giant chains wrapping around it, encasing the dark eyed one inside. A giant tag seal was then placed in the front.

Sarada reopened her eyes as she looked at the cage in front of her. ”This is a temporary. I will remove it when Shiroma is done with her exercise. Once I leave here, things may feel different as I have cut the two of you off from each other. I promise this won’t be long,” she explained as she closed her eyes again and her projection left the mind-space completely.

In the outer world, this process took two whole minutes of Sarada and Shiroma just looking into each other’s eyes. It was a creepy thing to look at but at the same it had been interesting. Sarada had came to when she blinked, the pressure Shiroma would feel completely gone. She would feel different as she didn’t have the other voice inside her head. She would feel empty and it would feel uncomfortable. For once she would experience quietness throughout her mind, but Sarada had reassured that the dark eyed one was still there, still very much alive, just no longer could interfere.

She stared down at Shiroma longer but eventually removed her gaze as she stepped back. The sealing itself wasn’t exhausting. It was the strange dark spire that had her attention and it’s presence had been strong. She’d have to look into it later. ”Are you two ready for your training today?” she asked them both as her sharingan had reverted back to her normal, dark eyes.

The Fuma Shinobi couldn't help but smirk at Sarada, though kept her peace for the moment. Returning her gaze to Nanami, she considered her options. "Let's get us some distance, yeh?" She beckoned, slipping away from the Jonin and her other two pupils, pausing only once they were a respectable distance away. A medical Kunoichi with the Sharingan, one versed in Ninjutsu. From a certain standpoint, that made Tsukiko the absolute opposite of whatever it was this girl was trying to become. Mending bodies was different than working metal. Staying at the back was antithetical to her Ronin mentor and, by extension, herself. As far as exercises went, there weren't that many that she could teach, even less that would 'break' Nanami in any meaningful way, especially since she hardly knew the girl.

Reaching into her coat, she pulled out a scroll just larger than her palm. Unfurling it, she quickly nicked her thumb, drawing a line of blood across the seal inside in one fluid motion, and just as quickly rolling it back up. Forming a handsign, that scroll cradled between the thumb and index finger of her clasped hands, she held the motion, not quite concentrating, but not quite completing the very obvious summoning jutsu.

"Soon as I release this, all bets are off. I'm gonna come atcha, and you're going to do everything ya can to survive. Every weapon on the battlefield is yers t'utilize exclusively. Ya won't see me so much at try t'pick one up. Ninjutsu and Genjutsu aren't allowed, period. We're gonna operate under th'assumption that this battle's long been drawn out, and our chakra reserves are runnin' on fumes. Ya can use chakra control and channellin' for balance and extendin' a weapon's reach if ya know how, but beyond that, I see anythin' but Taijutsu, th'exercise'll be failed." She explained, her gaze never wavering on Nanami. "This'll continue until one o'us submits, or exits our little arena."

"Summoning Jutsu: Smith's Maelstrom." She intoned, releasing the jutsu and throwing that scroll up into the air. The distance she'd set away from the other three wasn't for no reason. A puff of smoke filled the area above them, the cloud obscuring quite a large amount of weaponry lazily falling out of the sky. A line of various blades formed an arena, as the space in between was filled with all manner of weaponry. Large shuriken, Fuma windmills, kusari-gama, maces, axes, various styles of katanas, spears, all fell out of the sky, all landed, blade first, into the snow around them. There was only one weapon that nearly hit Tsukiko, though she calmly sidestepped it before its lazy arc could be completed. It seemed she'd taken Nanami more into account when placing her jutsu - Not to mention it implied this wasn't the first time she'd used such a frivolous technique to train. The weapon that fell closest to her was a folded Fuma shuriken directly in front of her.

"Any questions before we start?" She asked as she slowly wrapped a hand around the hilt of her katana, though refrained from drawing quite yet. "Remember to come at me with th'intent to kill. Anythin' less and you will fail."

Nanami watched as Sarada used her eyes on Shiroma. She was very curious at what was going on, but knew that it was nothing bad. Nanami knew they shared feelings of some sort. It was about this time that Tsukiko spoke up. Nanami quickly followed Tsukiko away from the other two. Then she spoke. It was worse than what she was hoping. She glanced at her bow, and then a rain of steel fell from the sky around her. She looked around at all the weapons "Huh, a weapon person." She said.. Judging by the weapons. It meant this was Tsukiko's area of specialty. Which scared her a little. It meant this was going to be a rough training session. Or might even be real quick, depending on how fast she wants this to go.

Nanami herself wanted to last as long as possible, and maybe land one blow to her Sensei. But this was unlikely. She just had to survive. Nanami lets out a sigh "Another training lesson without actual instruction. Not sure what they want to accomplish with this?" She said to herself as she took in the sight and moment. Tsukiko's hand was on the hilt of her katana. Nanami knew she had to try and not engage at claose range as much as possible. There was plenty of ranged weaponry. Which was more her thing. Looking at it. They were complete opposites. But she had to do this. How she was going to pass was unknown to her. As that wasn't given. Maybe landing a blow or just trying my best in a losing situation. Again her eyes glanced at her bow. It had more power than anything out here. But again she felt that would detract from their point.

Nanami nodded at Tsukiko, but then spun on her heels, noticing a fuma shuriken nearby. She grabbed it spun back around on her heels and releasing the giant windmill shuriken all in one movement straight at Tsukiko "I understand the rules." She grinned as she watched the shuriken fly, and pulled out a Kunai for defense as she expected to be charged by Tsukiko.


09:46, Today: Nara Nanami rolled 16 using 1d20+8.  Taijutsu attack.

Shiroma came out of the trance that she had been in for the moment while Sarada was inside her mind talking to the pair of her personalities. The feeling was strange as she felt the absence of her other half something that she hadn't felt in awhile was there...silence. She was so used to talking to her other self to sharing ideas and thoughts that without the presence there she felt...empty.  She shuddered slightly blinking trying to get her eyes to work right...it was then that she realized she was so used to feeling them shift at times that without that ability it felt like they weren't focusing.

She pushed the strange feelings aside  and took a deep breath looking over at Nori before smiling slightly. "Yes Sensei." She intoned looking back at Sarada trying to get her mind to catch up with itself or at least what she was used to not realizing just how much she had come to rely on her other side to post process things for them both.

11:47, Today: Fuma Tsukiko rolled 37 using 1d20+17.  Taijutsu Defense.

Tsukiko waited patiently as she watched the Genin take in her new classroom, hands poised on the hilt of her blade and its sheath in a classic Iai stance. Sure, it wasn't a groundbreaking  training method, but testing her reflexes and split-second decision making would help the former missing-nin develop a baseline. And from there, she'd be free to hone the girl with whatever time they had, or at the very least give her something to practice on in her spare time, as her mentor had done with her. Then again, the Leaf was sure to have practice fields and equipment to use, whereas she had to rely on sticks and what she could pawn off others, or the use of a smithy. Being a Fuma didn't just mean one could throw a monstrous shuriken about really well, it meant you were responsible for its creation.

The demon windblade coming at her felt as though it were in slow motion, each sharpened edge tumbling end over end towards her. Crouching lower, the woman's form became a blur, narrowly dodging as she rushed the Genin, closing the distance in the space of a breath. Her katana never left its sheath, though she had to fight muscle memory in doing so, instead aiming a kick directly at the Genin's stomach with enough force to send her flying, though she specifically aimed to keep her in the arena. Truth told, she wanted to put some fear into the girl. Right now, that was going to be her most powerful ally.

"Don't think. Do. If y'see an opportunity, take it." Tsukiko instructed. "If none o'these tools are good 'nuff, use yer own." The woman hadn't missed the aside glances Nanami had been making. "Claw with all ya got. Survive, so yer friends can."


11:47, Today: Fuma Tsukiko rolled 37 using 1d20+17.  Taijutsu Attack.
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She merely remained silent as the haunting red eyes of the Uchiha resurfaced but her demeanor changed. The air shifted around them as they continued to stare into her eyes. Her pupils dilated and eyes widening as a strong genjutsu seemed to have engolfed them both. The longer they stared, the most consumed they got.

After the strange haunting eyes stared at them for what seemed like forever, they both were placed in two different places, separate from each other. A genjutsu that shrouded their minds. In the physical world, their eyes almost looked mesmerizing, appearing unconscious almost as they remained completely still.

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Nori:

Once the genjutsu became too strong to ward off, she felt herself succumbed to the strong genjutsu cloud that shrouded her entire self. She would feel immobile and not feel her body at all. It was a test, Nori knew that for sure. Nori has been placed Konohagakure, the academy. And from the distance she could see a male figure, but couldn’t quite distinguish whom it could be unless she ventures closer.

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Shiroma:

Once the genjutsu became too strong to ward off, she felt herself succumbed to the strong genjutsu cloud that shrouded her entire self. She would feel immobile and not feel her body at all. A sharingan genjutsu has been completely new and felt completely different than normal genjutsu she experienced in her lifetime. She had been taken to a familiar place. A place of happiness with her old squad: Genji, Ichigo, And Tsubaki. Tsubaki was their noble leader, young but experienced enough to lead them through the toughest of missions and terrain. She had been the one person who assisted Shiroma in learning how to control her kekkei. Shiroma would feel confused as she and her group had been stationed at one of the forts in the land of ice, awaiting for the rumored assault army of Snow Shinobi that was suppose to be heading their way.

20:42, Today: Nara Nanami rolled 24 using 1d20+8.  Taijutsu defense.

Nanami raises her kunai to block. But in this case even though she managed to not take a critical wound. The sheer strength of the attack was very different. It was like being hit with a massive force. Even with keeping the katana away from vitals she was sent flying, landing very hard and rolling. When she stopped rolling from the force of the blow. She pushed herself up. Already bleeding from many lacerations. She gathered herself and stared down at Tsukiko "So that's what this about." She says, not going in depth at what she meant as she knew there was no point. But she didn't want them to have any excuses. She kept her bow slung for the time being "I won't likely get a hit on her. So instead of worrying, I should just do this to the best of my ability." This reminded Nanami as to why her father said she should learn shuriken techniques as well.

She really liked the fuma shuriken. There was a second one close by. No reason not to try and learn, and have fun with it. She got a good wind up and sent it flying. She picked up a Tanto to defend herself with this time. As she knew a counter would be on the horizon.

20:57, Today: Nara Nanami rolled 16 using 1d20+8 ((8)).