Hayate spun in his stool and dropped to the floor in a single motion, his self-recrimination and yakitori forgotten as the protocol took over. Fist in palm, he bowed.

 Sir! Aburame Hayate reporting! In addition to my bloodline gift, I am qualified in Taijutsu with a wind affinity. In my callow and unworthy opinion, I would be of most utility as a frontline combatant. Dozo onegaishimasu.  Sir!

As he rose, he snapped a salute the same way Amiko did. He was pretty sure he'd gotten everything in.

In reply to Harusame Sakuya (msg # 29):

Kotatsu stayed in the background for the most part, taking in his new environment. The last time he had been on a squad was several years ago, but he was excited. Not only had he successfully learned to work with his new disability, he was paired up with an old friend, Sakuya. She had grown up. Back then, she was just a kid and he was a punk who ran away and it all became a blur after that. He cleared his throat. "Hey Sakuya? Do you know who this Fuma-sensei is?" he asked.

Kotatsu hadn't ran into the name before, but he had a feeling it was something important. Fuma had only recently been appointed as an acting Jonin which meant they weren't truly a trusted ally. But as the more Kotatsu thought about it, the more it bugged him. "And if so, where do you think Fuma-sensei would be? This doesn't sound like somewhere they'd hang out at," Kotatsu added as he ran his hand through his hair and stretched his arms upwards. He was getting pumped for a mission that's for sure.

Yurei would look around and listen to everything. Things seemed to be shaping up as they should. He was always sharp. His tactics were beyond most. His clan were mostly Taijutsu users. But he was a standout who combined ninjutsu and taijutsu. He would walk up behind Kotatsu. Knowing who he was as he was around for most of the happenings. But didn't go on the missions. For a moment he wondered how to introduce himself to the other two. Walking up he would wave. His wolf companion was walking next to.

"Heya captain, and Sakuya."

He would bow to each of them and them ponder. He had only seen Fuma once or twice. So he had no clue.

"If we had a possession of hers. My partner could sniff her out if she was in the village."

"Ah, about Fuma-sensei...?" Sakuya remarked, turning to Kotatsu when he asked if she knew about the sensei assigned to their team. Try as she might, however, nothing came to mind of really meeting Fuma-sensei before.

"No, I have not met her before," the young medical ninja admitted while shaking her head, "Maybe we can ask at the information about her?"

Someone then greeted her and Kotatsu from behind Kotatsu's back, accompanied by a wolf pup. Sakuya wasn't quite sure who he was... but maybe he's a member of their team too? If she remembered right, his name was...

"Inuzuka... Yurei, was it...?" she mustered the voice to ask, taking in the newcomer's appearance from head to foot to remember who he was before responding with a bow, <blue>"Pleased to make your acquaintance. Unfortunately I don't have anything that could be confirmed as a possession of Fuma-sensei."

Glancing over at the late arrival, Nakano somewhat happily greeted Tenshi. Now they were all gathered and it was nice to she a familiar face after a long while, not that she knew him in much depth. "N-nice meeting you again Akiyama-san, I can work as a scout, I think..."

The Aburame was way to official. Though it was an odd feeling to have someone respond like that. He would simply smile and bow in return. Looking at them all the team seemed to be put together with some balance. It would be interesting. Though he figured he should tell them of his talents so they know where he stood. Being an odd one who uses unique ways of using jutsu.

"Now that introductions have been made. I should inform you of my skills. I have unique sensory abilities, and I don't use hand seals for jutsu. My Kekkei is unique. I kind of draw runes or wards in the air. But I am also really strong support. As far as combat abilities, and am Nin-taijutsu specialist. But I can operate in the mid to close range. Hayate you are likely a mid to long range jutsu user with your bugs and such. Amiko will be support, as well as some mid range jutsu I am guessing? Kyoko you seem like a stealthy type fighter, who uses your quick wits to deal with situations. This will be a fun and strong team."
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"Hai, Sensei.  So, how do you want to handle our training?  How often will we be taking missions? Are we going to be assigned the traditional D ranks or jump straight into Cs?" Amiko asked as she started to eat her food, delicately taking thte pieces of leek out from between the chunks of chicken meat first and then taking each piece of chicken.

Hayate wanted to speak up. It was on the tip of his tongue to correct his sensei, that he really wasn't that great at longer ranges. That his use of his kikaichu wasn't standard. That he was really much better in the thick of it. But he knew....

A lesson you've learned.

That you don't correct your superiors. Older relatives, teachers and That did not mean Hayate would obey unthinkingly, he'd have been a very different young man if he did. But it meant he  would wait for a chance to show what he could do.

Instead he merely stood there, waiting, his snack cooling behind him.

The provisional Jonin was elsewhere.

Maybe she meant to be late. Maybe she didn't. She certainly wasn't expecting to be ambushed by a runner with a pack addressed to her and a list of her new team, along with an unsubtle admonishment for not being where she had not known to be. It provoked an eyeroll, but the former Ronin meandered her way towards the schools, glancing down at the assignments in front of her.

She didn't remember there being so many Uchiha when she left, her mouth curling into a wry smirk. Either way, it meant one of two things - He was either a plant, or this was an olive branch. Possibly both.

Probably both.

She shared a nod with Tsubame, the hawk perched so comfortably on her shoulder. Tsubame always agreed with Tsukiko, because she was a smart bird.

The other two were certainly interesting. The Inuzuka clan were powerful shinobi, and an errant thought wondered if the boy was the kid of someone she'd gone to school with. She'd find out soon enough, especially if he ever spoke about his new team. If it wasn't seething silence, it was almost explosive outbursts from people she used to know.

Harusame was the outlier. The basic information she'd received listed a kekkei genkai, but it was frustratingly vague on what it was, and to top it off she was the token kunoichi. Though, that made things a bit fun. Tsukiko could practically hear her old mentor growling about the joys of discovering something new.

Either way, as she stepped onto the school grounds, giving a little click of her tongue to encourage Tsubame to stretch her wings as she eyed those still around. She could go for subterfuge, there were certainly only a few hangers on milling about and still getting acquainted with the people they'd bleed with, and it could be interesting, seeing their reactions, sizing up who they were as people, not just as shinobi.

"Delta, y'here?!"

Or she could be a blunt hammer.
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Yurei would hear their callsign and look at the woman. She definitely fit the bill of a Jonin. He'd walk over and look at Fuma.

"You must be Fuma-sensei. I am Yurei Inuzuka. That is Sora my wolf. It will be a pleasure to work with you."

He would bow and look at the rest of the team.

Sakuya turned to look to the voice that called to their team name, seeing the older female shinobi with a hawk resting on her shoulder. The best the genin could use to describe the woman was how rugged she looked - she probably had as much missions as Fujii-sensei under her name.

She bowed to acknowledge that she was indeed part of the team before asking, "Hai, Delta team is here. Are you the sensei assigned to our team?"

The mission in the Land of Snow had taught Sakuya to at least find out who she was speaking to before properly disclosing her own information. While it shouldn't be necessary here, it was a good habit to practice and make sure that the one arriving was indeed their team sensei.

In reply to Uchiha Sarada (msg # 19):

This last year had been a lesson in something Shiroma knew too well already, patience.  The loss of the leaf a place she had just barely started to think of as a potential new home for her was hard to accept.  She worked hard to accept this new land as he own though the fear still held her that this land like all the others she had called home would be taken as well.

Though at times she forgot her own age with the things she said seeming to come from someone much older then she was, it was times like these that she remembered she was still a young teenager and barely old enough to be out of school and running missions.  She pushed such things to the side, letting her mind focus on helping on missions that never took her too far from home, always coming back within a day to the hospital where Sarada slept.  She never wanted to be far from the girl who had been quickly becoming more than a teacher to her.

Keeping to missions in and around the city let her spend more time training though she could never find a way to look into the question that was plaguing her about herself.  Where had the red eyes come from?  Her inner personalities grew closer and yet more distinct while still being a part of a whole.

The training she had with Tsubaki allowed her to hone her skills developing greater control over chakra and even learn to walk on water which had been a major annoyance for her.  Though she found that her special affinity with ice seemed to change everything about how she worked with chakra.  Where others could just walk over the water with barely even a ripple her steps always left a thin sheet of ice behind barely noticeable, but there.

Training and short missions where the only things that pulled her away from the chair near to Sarada’s bed.  She took her meals there and even slept there unless she was kicked out for some reason.  In those cases she would often just slip out of the window and place a few ice arrows and just lay out on the side of the wall till she could sneak back inside.  It finally just became accepted that Shiroma would be around no matter what anyone did.

Hence why she was laying there curled up on a chair as the nurses checked on the newly awakened Sarada. The commotion roused her and she sat up looking over at the bed and the now moving form of her teacher.  She waited and watched and listened to everything that happened as she shifted to the edge of her chair as Sarada’s mother finished up her exam.  Hearing her name the pale ice girl stood up walking over and smiling.  Her eyes a pale blue as she smiled at Sarada.  “Well one of me has been most of the time. When missions don’t get in the way.”   She reached up about to brush a side a stray hair as she had a few times over the last year but stopped herself remembering how little physical touch Sarada seemed to like.  “Now that you are awake, time to get you up and moving again.  We have a lot to talk about.”

In reply to Tsuna Shiroma (msg # 62):

Sarada sighed. She was utterly exhausted still. A year her mother said. She’s just been laying here for a year she asked herself. Shiroma had only been nothing but a blessing. Probably one of very few reasons Sarada pulled through, however only fate would tell. Shiroma had almost brushed a small piece of her hair aside, Sarada’s cheeks flushing with pink from just the thought of her touch. Shiroma, back to business as usually. ”Yeah...moving,” she uttered as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get her body to suddenly move was going to difficult but she needed to do this now otherwise she was going to be useless. A long awaited silence passed between the girls until Sarada was able to move her fingers, then her arms, and slowly started to prop herself up. Her face showed anything but fun from this task. She was shaky, but strong enough to manage to prop herself up and sit up. She rubbed her eyes from the grogginess of sleep. ”Time hasn’t stopped I see,” she commented. ”What’s in the agenda today?” she asked.

Sarada was unaware of what had happened with everyone. She wasn’t even aware that she was no longer in Konoha. She was curious if their mission was successful or not. She only remembered bits and pieces from the beach battle. ”I can assume I’ve been reassigned to another squad?” she questioned.

Shiroma smiled and moved some pillows to help Sarada sit up before moving to sit on the bed down near her legs smiling at her.  Her teeth bright white as the snow as her ice blue eyes just looked at Sarada’s face.  “No it hasn’t stopped, and you missed my birthday which I might just forgive you for seeing as a coma is a good excuse.”   Shiroma smirked and giggled, "The agenda is however much your mother will let you do and you can do without hurting yourself so you can get better.”   

There was a moment of sadness on her face before Shiroma sighed and shook her head.  “I don’t know for sure, the squad has been split a bit there have mostly been solo missions getting things set up since the fall of the leaf.”  She sighed and closed her eyes this time opening them on dark stormy blue. “There is a lot to tell you about, and the memory after certain things on the beach is hard to recall.  But I will fill in what I can of what has happened.”  So began the story of what Shiroma had been doing this last year and what she knew of the others.

If Sarada hadn’t known, she would’ve believed that Shiroma was older, more mature than her age let on. A lot had changed about her and she saw it. Sarada smirked. She did miss her birthday. Hell, she even missed her own birthday. ”I promise I’ll make it up to you. You deserve that much,” She commented. Once Sarada noticed the change in eyes, she immediately knew Shiroma still had her visitor still. ”I was beginning to wonder when you’d show up,” she teased. Her other half had explained what exactly happened to her and the squad. Konoha had fallen and everyone was forced to relocate to an island north of the Land of the Moon. It was impressive that they managed to evacuate so many in such little time. What amazed her the most was this place, Izalith. It had been their new home. Sarada was able to confirm her suspicions that she knew this wasn’t the hospital she remembered. Shiroma proceeded to inform her of what the others had been up to; Sigmund and Kotatsu’s war crimes, Nori’s disappearance, and Nanami’s training out and about. She wasn’t at all surprised they hardly kept contact but to know they each visited Sarada at least a few times throughout the year was a bit reassuring.

”I see...” Sarada muttered out. All this information would take some time to process but time wasn’t going to be in her side. She needed to get back to duty, to start her career again as soon as possible. ”The war’s getting worse and it’s only beginning,” she commented. She looked over to one the stands to her bed, a newspaper called Izalith War Times. Once she read the issue, she smirked. It didn’t take them long to report her awakening. It must’ve been something important, perhaps a glimpse of hope. ”You know, I’m really glad you’re here actually,” she blurted as she closed the newspaper and just looked at the colored photos of the ruins from all over the world. ”Through all of this pain and destruction, I somehow managed to find my peace and happiness,” as she glanced at Shiroma, a moment of silence between them. ”My reason to fight,” she added. ”With that said, I think I’ve spent more than enough time for bed rest,” she said as she pulled the blankets off of her, revealing the torso bandages that covered her. It was evident that she lost some muscle mass, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t gain back. She swung her legs to the side of the bed, already exhausted just from that. She sighed and closed her eyes temporarily before she managed to lower herself onto the ground, her feet touching the cold marble floor. Her legs shook as she finally got to her feet. ”My mother will be disappointed in me for not staying rested, but we don’t have time for that,” she added.

In reply to Harusame Sakuya (msg # 61):

Kotatsu felt the wind change twice. Even though everything that had happened, he was entrusted to be the captain of his new squad. It was a huge responsibility to hand him after everything he had been through. It became more official as his new teammate arrived. Yurei was his name. It hadn’t been a name he was familiar with. Kotatsu’s only guess was that this new genin was freshly graduated or perhaps from a different village that the war seemed to push him and his family out. As they got acquainted, he could hear more footsteps approaching, wings from a hawk. A woman called for Delta squad; that was him and his comrades but he didn’t recognize the voice. It was upsetting that he couldn’t see either so placing a face on this woman was impossible. Kotatsu also bowed, a sign of respect as he knew this woman was higher above them. ”Kotatsu Uchiha, captain of delta squad, ma’am,” he commented. Her presence was strong and fearful. She would definitely be a formidable opponent of the occasion ever rose. ”No disrespect, but you are?” he pressed. As captain, he needed to ensure the safety of his squad, even if this woman wasn’t their sensei or even worked on the same side. Her approach was just different to what he was use to. It perhaps was his nerves as it had been a long time since he had been apart of a squad.

*Uchiha Estate*

   Sigmund had walked quietly to his home, his mother in tow and his step father right behind her. The crowded academy grounds was like a disastrous family reunion. While he did what he could, his friends weren't going to be very forgiving and any chance to rekindle any of it was slim. He shook the feeling off. You apologized. That's what matters. he told himself. His brows furrowed toegther as the thoughts raced through his head. He knew he was going to keep his distance, likely returning to the old Sigmund of the past, a Sigmund he thought he had grown out of. He sighed as he kept hearing their footsteps behind him. "I thought I was free to walk alone?" he commented as they made their way past the estate entrance. He had came to a stop, hands in his pockets, his hair over his eyes, a tad annoyed.

---

Akasumi had kept her distance and kept her eyes on Sigmund. Kotatsu wasn't going to be a threat any longer as long as his chakra was sealed away. Sigmund on the other hand could be unpredictable. While Sasuke and her decided to cut Sigmund off from any Uchiha bloodline, it was still a worry. He could snap any day, any moment. Had the darkness finally disappear? Would it come back? Was the worst over? Akasumi had to always be prepared, whether everyone deemed it safe or not. Her husband remained by her side, fidgeting with his new radio. He made occasional comments about how far technology had evolved and how surprised he had become of everything. Shi had always been a village man, never a city man. Everything was still new and exciting. Their other son, Yami, had enjoyed the city life much more than Shi and Akasumi did. Akasumi hated city life; it was crowded, dirty, and harder to manage. They came to stop when Sigmund commented on following him.

"Free to walk alone when you leave the island. You are still under my supervision until then," she answered. Sigmund had merely grunted before they all sat in their estate courtyard under the only cherry blossom tree garden on the island. "Something on your mind?" Akasumi asked.

---

Sigmund had remained quiet as they felt the air rustle around them, his hair blowing with the wind, his eyes barely meeting with Akasumi. "Yeah. I can't wait to get off this island finally," he stated. "I'm ready to get back to work and I'm ready for this war to be over," he added.

Shi began chuckling with delight as he looked at Sigmund. "You think it's that simple?" Shi questioned. "This war is far from over, my boy. You say this now because you're an adolescent still, but when you're actually losing friends, comrades that you have known your whole life, then you'll understand why this isn't easy," Shi fired at him. "You think you're a hot shot because you have two rare bloodlines? Well I hate to break it to you, son, but you're not," he added as he stood up. "Look around you. How many lives can you count right now that have already perished because of this war? How many years do you think all the previous wars took? War doesn't just go away in the blink of an eye. You must work at it. You must be apart of those winning forces so you have something to come back to," he snapped as he got to his feet. "You're not the big bad wolf, Sigmund. You're nothing but ordinary!" he fired as Akasumi got to her feet as Sigmund rose and the two men got into each other's face.

"Say that again to my face," Sigmund barked, their foreheads touching. You could see the tension between the two alpha wolves fighting for their dominance.

"Shi. That was uncalled for," Akasumi said as she placed her hand on Shi's shoulder, pulling him back. "Talk a walk. Now." she ordered as Shi backed up and huffed under his breath, walking away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you f-" Sigmund had been interrupted when Akasumi slapped him. "Silence!" Sigmund growled under his breath before jumping from the porch and heading outside of the estate. "I got to go. I have to pack," he uttered before jumping onto the roof of their home and through the window to his room, packing the gear he was going to need. All Akasumi could do was watch as she paid attention to Shi walking away.

Nanami was happy to see her friend again. It had been to long since they had seen one another. Even though after the battle they all went their own ways. Nanami went on hunter non, and recon missions, as well as to find herself. She would smile and step back. Looking at Nori.


"I am doing good. I missed all of you. It has been a rough year. But we all had to work some stuff out. Your hair is different, and it looks like you took up the sword. You were already the strongest up front we have. I look forward to seeing your skill with them."

She didn't bring up Sigmund as she still didn't know what was going on if anything between them.

"Seems like our old team is being reformed. Anyways, stay. At the very least know I need you. While the island brought out the worst in me. You kept me grounded. So I hope you'll stay."

Tsukiko nodded as 'her' squad approached. She shifted, pulling a gourd from her belt and popping it open, taking a drink as they each introduced themselves. Partially.

Her lips twitched - From whatever it was she'd just drank or the situation was unclear, and she let out a sigh, using her wrist to wipe her mouth before laboriously stoppering it, then slowly setting it at her belt. Despite the beads lacing her hair and the very obvious jewelry adorning her neck, the entire motion was in silence. One that let her gaze wander, to the other teams. A familiar face in one Nanami was spotted - If she caught the Jonin's gaze, there would be an unsubtle nod of recognition, before returning her attention to her team. The Inuzuka boy was given her scrutiny.

"And if I weren't yer sensei?" She let the question hang. A brow rose as she regarded the boy, but it seemed the question rhetorical, for she continued.

"...I am provisional Jonin Fūma Tsukiko. Some of ye may have heard of me...others y'may not. Bear in mind that provisionality don't make me any less capable than yer average Jonin." She didn't seem keen to share much more than that, and her gaze slid from the Inuzuka boy to Kotatsu. She didn't need special eyes to size a man up, and she didn't seem especially subtle, gaze flicking from his feet, taking in his stance, to his hands, his posture. And in that brief moment, she took a step back, and her gaze coolly slid from him to the only other Kunoichi on the team.

Expectantly waiting introduction, it seemed.

Ah, so she is our assigned sensei... Sakuya thought after hearing the woman's introductions. The latter's expectant looks clearly meant they were expected to respond with their own introductions as well. If she was a provisional jonin would it mean she was promoted under special circumstances such as an emergency? It wouldn't be a genin's place to inquire the details of such circumstances and therefore Sakuya decided not to think too much about it.

"I apologize for not introducing myself," she first apologized with a respectful bow before introducing herself, "Harusame Sakuya of Delta team, pleased to be working with you."

Sakuya then raised her head afterwards. She wasn't sure if their assigned sensei did not like the fact that they did not introduce themselves first, but it felt like there was some tension from the jonin's gaze.

"Don't apologize." Better now than never, she thought as she avoided looking at the Inuzuka boy.

"Y'had the right idea. I'm a no one. I coulda been a missing-nin for all you know, and th'greatest control over information ye've got is mastery o'yer mouth." Her grin was lopsided at that. Technically, she was a missing-nin. Sorta.

"Now that we're all introduced, I'm here t'tell ya our first mission's been assigned." Fishing out a small scroll, she held it out towards Kotatsu to take. "It'll take place in the land of the moon. Information gatherin', but be prepared for resistance. Pack accordingly. We'll set off in two days."

"We set off at dawn. Oh." She began slowly drawing an X with the tip of her foot. "And make sure you all pack extra bandages. Ye'll need 'em." There was an unsubtle crack of simultaneously her shoulder, her neck, and her ankle before she burst into a cloud of smoke.

That hawk still circled high, but when the smoke cleared, only a small, straight, single edged blade with a ring pommel could be seen, resting in the center of the X. A tag hung off it, on it was inscribed in a handwriting far more refined than the woman it had taken the place of:

Most instructors give you a stiff test. I understand a few of you have been shuffled around a lot, so that's on hold.

For now, this is a good blade. Decide who it belongs to, and to whom I give it's scabbard to. I expect your reasoning at the dawn of our departure.

"Hai! Understood, Fuma-sensei!" Sakuya replied before their sensei disappeared in a puff of smoke and unusual cracking of joints, leaving behind a bladed weapon on the spot where she once stood with a note attached to it. The medical nin in training first picked up the tag with the note elegantly written on it, unexpected with the rugged look their sensei possessed.

"Kotatsu, Inuzuka-san, you may want to have a look at this..." she said after giving the note a brief read, turning to the two boys that formed the team with her before looking to the blade before them, "Sensei wanted us to choose who would hold on to the weapon and to choose who should receive its scabbard tomorrow."

For Sakuya, it would be a choice between Yurei or Kotatsu to wield the blade. She wasn't the one to possess combat skills that would land a decisive blow. Instead she focused on jutsu that offer support or treatment to teammates and ensured they survived. There was the issue of the scabbard too - would it mean something that would keep the blade in check? For now she could only guess the reasons based on what she knew.

Kotatsu had recognized the voice from before. It had been that rogue Shinobi from the Land of Snow that had tagged along with Lady Sarada and her team. The fact she had been assigned to become a Jonin within the city was surprising, but then again he had been granted back to the ranks of genin so anything was possible. It was likely they were desperate and perhaps Fuma provided valuable training or valuable life lessons. When she had began speaking, he was attentive. She had kept it short in her heavy accent. He didn’t encounter many that had foreign accents. He wondered where she came from, however he knew he’d have to earn her trust before ever learning of her origins and intentions in Izalith. She explained their mission; suppose to be information gathering but he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Why send their squad for something less experienced genin could do. He was aware of the Land of Moon’s ongoing battles though. She had handed him the scroll, something he was unable to read but he was sure it was just their mission intel. He honestly needed to look into alternatives for sight. He wasn’t going to be able to keep doing this. He pushed that thought in the back of his mind for now.

The puff of smoke was an indication she had left them to it. Something had fallen onto the ground and Sakura then had explained what it was. A single blade with a note, instructing them to choose whomever to receive the blade and an explanation as to why. That was odd. He was certain it was going to be test. He walked to it, picking it up and inspecting it. ”That’s odd. This can’t be that simple,” he commented to his team. “This has to be a test,” he added as he turned to them. •Did any of you know how to use blades in battle other than a kunai?” he asked.
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In reply to Uchiha Sarada (msg # 65):

Shiroma smirked her dark blue eyes stormy for a moment wondering when she or her other self would have a chance to talk to Sarada about their worry regarding the red eyes.  As she listened and watched there was a momentary blink and her eyes had shifted back to the pale ice blue that she normally kept as her front personality.  There was a slight blush as Sarada spoke of having found her happiness, and reason to fight.  Shiroma smiled and nodded slightly. “And I mine.”

Shiroma shifted not moving to help Sarada knowing that their leader needed time to figure out her own limits at the moment.  Even knowing that Sarada would just push those limits whenever she found them.  There was a slight giggle from the ice Kunoichi. “As long as you are the one she comes after for you pushing too hard and not me. Her temper scares me.” Shiroma was there to help to provide an arm or a shoulder when needed, to catch Sarada if she fell that was her place and she hoped to never leave it.

In reply to Uchiha Kotatsu (msg # 73):

Yurei would nod. He had been practicing with blades. But mostly weighted ones, as he had not been granted his own sword yet. He wanted to incorporate the sword into his clan's taijutsu.

"I have been working with them, but haven't been granted one of my own. After the mission my father was going to give me the families Ninja-to."

He said as he would walk next to Sakuya and Kotatsu. While wary, Yurei had not been involved with the events that displayed how Kotatsu was during the initial war.