A bitter wind blew through the frozen village, the dark clouds overhead hinting at a snowfall later in the day. A dull whistling of the wind between the building was only broken by the soft crunch of footsteps on the perpetually frost covered ground.

Saburo was strolling happily along the path at this early hour, before most of the other villagers were out and about. Rugged up tightly, his grin was wide, happily to have some time to himself. He knew most his his fellow Academy graduates were still at home, snuggled up in bed like normal people, savoring each moment they could before they were assigned to their new squads and got into the shinobi lifestyle.

Saburo was different however, he wanted to make the most of his free time, he wanted to do the things he wanted before being a genin took up all his time. Oh how he wished he was able to get away, perhaps he could go on a holiday to the sea with his family, just like the old days. Sadly he could not, and had to settle for a day roaming the village.

He always enjoyed this time of day, it was quiet due to the cold, and earliness of the hour. He was free to walk about and do what he wanted, without the worry of bustling crowds and others to distract him.

Eventually the young man found himself near the walls of the village, and found a small bench nearby, he plonked himself down on it. He pulled his thick coat around himself tightly, and let out a puff of mist from his mouth as he nuzzles into his clothing.

Doubt was starting to fill the Saburo's mind about his decision to be a shinobi, was it so wise after all? Was this just some foolish choice he made due to his youth. He'd already decided hadn't he that being a shinobi was foolish, especially for someone like him. What good would he do against some of the other shinobi out there? Could he every really last against them should the time come? Was he just throwing his life away?

And for what? The protection of his village? Surely the village forces would be more than sufficient without him, what could one little guy like him do? Sure he had shown a natural ability with Suiton jutsus, but was that really enough to compete in this tough world? Maybe he would just have been better off staying at home, finding something safe, comfortable.

Yet, what did he have at home? Everyone was leaving, going their own ways. His friends were all off and outranking him now, splitting off into new circles of friends. Where was he even meant to make more friends anyway? Everyone his ages were basically shinobi anyway. Perhaps now he'd have the chance to make some new friends.

He wondered what his new squad would be like, how would his new team mates be? Would they be little kids like those he'd been training with in the Academy? Would it just be more embarrassment? What would his future sensei think of such an old genin? Would he be ashamed of having charge over such a soul as him?

These are just a portion of the thoughts that swirled through Saburo's mind as he sat out in the cold on his blister morning. The future was now a worry for him, and he was starting to wonder what would become of him now. Would this be worse for him than if he had just stayed at home? At least that way he would have to worry about the scorn of others.

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Sylvanas awoke early that day, having taken a fancy to early morning training routines and regimes. The wind was cold, not blistering, but it was cold enough to give an unfit shinobi a chill down the spine.  She wore her standard Hunter-Nin uniform, and her mask was worn over her face. Similar to that of a normal shinobi outfit, this one consisted of the standard Hyougagakure pinstriped attire which stops at the knees. Over this, there is a green haori worn with white trimmings; and around the waist a brown sash with a fringed trail wrapped twice is seen. Light brown platoon sandals with straps in the same color as the kimono and nail polish on the fingernails and toenails in matching unison with the armor description shown above.

It was given to Sylvanas as a symbol of his appreciation for her dedication to fighting and stopping crime by infiltrating bandit camps, eliminating and subduing poachers, and killing when necessary. This would officially be the uniform of the Hunter-Ninja of Hyougagakure. Those who are exceptionally skilled in a specific area of expertise and have proven their worth in the field can receive this armor. The mask, one of a kind, covers the face with a hard material, assumed metal, worn by any respectable ANBU or the person who receives it. The mask is of an elegant design, having been marked with the ANBU logo in the dead center of the mask, between the eyes. The eyes themselves are outlined in a blue highlight, two 'whiskers' coming down from above the brow line and settling on the cheek, repeated on each side. The top center of the mask has a large needle in the center, and two smaller needles going downward toward the eyes, three dots marking the eyebrows. The mouth of the mask is a keenly replicated straight smile.

Though Sylvanas was not an ANBU Black Op, she was a registered Hunter-Nin for Hyougagakure, whom specialized in Assassination, Stealth, Infiltration and Tracking. It was her job to hunt down assigned targets, and eliminate them. But most of all, her primary objective was to track down and kill any shinobi that were from Hyougagakure and disbarred from the village without approval from the Kage. Walking amongst the very same path Saburo had mentioned, she was walking in the opposite direction, making her way to the Western Watch Tower. As she passed him, she eyed him through her mask, scanning his body. She nodded as they exchanged looks, and continued walking, her platoon sandals making an almost non-existent sound as she tread among the frosted walkway.

(Sorry about being to mean to you in the CB, Saburo. I hope there are no bad feelings between us and I hope we become good friends IC.)

Our hero, as ordered by his sensei, explored the Hidden Glacier village and looked for fellow ninja to make friends with. Isais told him to befriend new ninja in particular, as they are less likely to discover that Yuumaru wasn't really a Hyouga ninja. And so, after dressing up in his Hyouga attire and eating his ramen, our hero rushed outside, taking in the fresh icy morning air that the Hidden Glacier was famous for. As usual. the streets were crowded in the wealthy village, and Yuumaru was doubting that he could find anyone to be friends with. 

As our hero made his way to the walls of the city, he prepared to just give up on befriending people and go back to the Misty Caves, just beyond the walls, and train more instead. However, he found a lone young man sitting by himself, looking  like he was deep in thought, near the gate opening of the wall. He had blue hair, looked about a year or two older than him, and he was frowning, seemingly thinking negative thoughts. Yuumaru was reminded of himself, actually. He also often lost himself in deep thoughts. Often times negative thoughts. Guessing that the blue-haired young man was a genin, Yuumaru approached him, and said, "Yo. How's it going? Nice morning today, right?"

Cold winds blew, in the caverns, in the castle, and everywhere place that Anka has been at so far. The temperature was freezing or maybe it below freezing, heck the temperature could be perfectly fine but as Anka walked on the frozen pathway, she didn't show any signs of discomfort, when you been living here for your whole life, you get use to the frigid temperatures, dangerous predators, and strange customs. But Anka took it to the extreme all you had to do was loo at her choice of clothing. She wasn't even wearing pants for Christ sake,  sake. If anything Anka didn't even look like a ninja. She look more like a tourist at the beach. She was wearing a two piece black bathing suit, that left little to the imagination and beyond that she was wearing a white un button dress shirt and a white hat to match. Finally she was wearing a standard pair of black ninja sandals, Anka flick her tounge as she sighed, she should have wore purple instead it was her favorite color, with black being a closet second and gold being her third favorite color because it reminds her of ryo, Anka love her ryo, if she could she would be bathing in a tub fill with ryo but sadly she had no ryo on her at the moment and that was troublesome of the snake genin. Anyway back to Anka's attire At least she had her Hidden glacier forehead protector hanging around her neck like a necklace of some sort. It wasn't the best way to show respect for her village but the busty snake-like woman really didn't care, she thought that the she look more attractive, more seductive dressing like this. Some people might said she dress like a slut or whore but those where just haters of Anka. Anka adjust the hat on her head, as it was tilting on the right side of her head. As she look up at the sky she noticed the dark clouds that loom overhead. It seem like it might snow later on in the day. Anka shrugged she wasn't a huge fan of snow but she didn't dislike it either, she prefer the blazing heat over the freezing colds any day but alias she was born in the hidden glacier village. There was Ice, Ice and Cold everywhere, as far as the ninja eye can see.

"Hm what this I hear. " As Anka walk father along the frozen path she spotted to men or well boys to more exact by a bench. Both of them seem to be younger than her or at least that what Anka thought as she look at the two. But something even caught her attention even more she saw a person dressed in what seem to be hunter ninja gear, walking past the two boys. Anka knew of the skill it took to become of them. So far she knew she still had a lot of work to do if she ever gains the desire to become one of them.

Well it was too quiet here, despite the number of people here. Anka shook her head as had a snake-like smirk on her face and began to shout out so everyone could hear her. "Hello everyone! The name is Anka Hebi Hachūrui. The s-s-s-sexy and newest genin to arrived from the academy. Its nice to meet a bunch of attractive people like yourselves. ku ku ku. Hopefully all of us can be friends or whatever." Well Anka, didn't knew what the hunter-nin look like but she assume the hunter-nin was somewhat attractive. "S-S-S-So how is everyone doing this?" Anka would simply give everyone a friendly and playful look, as she stare at them unblinking.

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As he sat there, thinking about everything, a figure caught the young man's eye. He saw a girl walk by in some fancy get up, which he believed was only worn by the some of the most advanced shinobi, the hunter nin. He looked over the outfit, everything seemed to match, the armor, and even the mask. Yet the thing that trouble him about this picture was the size of the girl, she appeared to be much younger than himself.

He let out a sigh, even a child was apparently able to recieve such a high rank, yet here he was, a simple little genin. The embarrassment began to well up inside him, and his face contorted into a pained look. How could he be so weak, so stupid? Why did he even bother trying to be a shinobi? It seemed like it was too late her him, and now this act was only going to bring him more scorn. At least if he hadn't have tried, he would be mostly ignored. Now he threw himself out into the spot light to be mocked even more.

It was in this frame of mind, that he heard a voice speak to him, having been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the other young man approach. Saburo just stared blankly for a moment, trying to process what the guy had said. Something about the morning? It must have been some sort of greeting, perhaps a commentary on the weather? That was the normal customary greeting was it not?

Saburo's face softened a little, he didn't want to other male to know what was going through his head. He appeared to be in his village garb, but Saburo instantly assumed he was of a higher rank than himself. The male gave him a nod, and started a reply. "Yes.. I suppose it is a nice morning.. if you're into to cold and that." He couldn't hide the negativity he was feeling, which escaped in the form on sarcasm from his lips. He was about to continue, cover up this slip, when suddenly his whole world came crashing down around him.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a practically naked woman appeared, and start yelling and talking to the group who had all drifted this way. Saburo's eyes went wide, almost popping out of his head at the sight. Living in a village in constant winter, one did not normally see such a standard of dress. Heck this was the most flesh the young man had seen exposed by anyone, let alone a girl!

Everything around the girl turned into a blur, it was like the male was experience tunnel vision, and she was all he could she. No matter how he tried he could avoid it. How was he meant to react in such a situation? He'd never experienced anything like this before. His hands became sweaty in his gloves, along with pretty much the rest of his body. His face went a bright red to support this, and if one looked closely, a small trickle of blood was starting to flow from his right nostril.

Soon the boy began to feel dizzy, and fell over backwards off his bench. Luckily there was a nice, fluffy pile of snow behind him.. which he completely missed and instead cracked his head on the frozen ground with a thud. He lay there dazed, and slightly confused. Yet there was this strange, almost deranged grin on his face.

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Sylvanas continued walking for a good amount of time before her almost meditative state had been shattered by the unkempt screams of the girl who seemed to dress like she was taking a vacation at the Brigantine docks of Cape Orobiro. By the time she managed to get about fourty-five feet from the once lonely boy, two others had shown up unexpectedly. Shinobi around here traveled fast, that was for sure. Despite the freezing winds and the cold air that seemed to strike like a thousand blades, people seemed to live with it. They dealt with it. Even Sylvanas had grown almost immune to the feeling of numb flesh. Most people who were tourists seemed to choke up at the very feeling of the frozen winds which sweep across Hyougagakure. It almost seemed to sweep away the very pride of an individual.

The boy who had arrived shortly after Sylvanas made her passing tried to strike a conversation with the one who had been sitting down. She instantly noticed the headband he wore, the insignia of Kusagakure inscribed into the center. Sylvanas was puzzled as to how all of these foreign shinobi were entering the village, what with the Emperor's conviction to close off the trading and travel routes once trudged upon daily to outsiders. She became wary and unsure of this one. The skies overhead collapsed in on themselves, clouds seemed to take turns hugging or shaking hands, blacking out the sun for brief moments, and once separated, seemed to bring on the entrance to an elegant haven of oranges and pink beams of sunlight peeking through the cloud as if it were playing peek-a-boo. The village of Hyougagakure was beautiful in the morning, though, it had a reputation for being extremely dangerous during the moonlight hours.

She watched as the half naked girl continued talking, shouting almost, as the boy sitting down fell off of the bench. She would activate the Horse Handseal, utilizing body flicker to instantaneously appear in back of him. Considering his legs would now be flung over the bench, and his torso below that point, his head would be resting underneath of Sylvanas` Hunter-Ninja kimono. No one else would have been paying attention to Sylvanas before the activation of the technique, so it would have appeared like she had just used her speed to reach him. She looked at him from behind her mask, her head tilted in a position that would translate curiosity. Her hand glided across his forehead, glowing a bright green-blue, she was scanning his head for concussions or possible damage. Finding nothing of severe importance, she stood and walked around the bench.

Looking at the two, and then back at the boy, she spoke, her voice almost angelic, but her tone strict and to the point. "I checked you for any possible lesions, contusions or a concussion. You have none of these, so you're good to go." Her voice compelled her thirteen year old age, mimicking the child within. "I am Ookami. A pleasure to meet you all." Ookami, translated to Wolf, was the codename given to Sylvanas during her admittance. The codename being given to her for her skill revolved around the Hidden Mist Technique, and her tearing her opponents to shreds, similar to that of how a wolf attacks its prey.

Said to be a master of Silent Killing, even her Sensei has went as far to say that if you enter the Hidden Mist of Sylvanas Kazesousha, you do not leave it alive. Her skill with the technique, when compared to others who have used it, is second to none, something even the Fubukikage of Hyougagakure has said himself. Sylvanas was actually on her way to the Tower to read up on her new Genin apprentices, so she decided to indulge in a little investigative work. "Perhaps one of you could assist me.." She'd scan each of them with her eyes. "I'm looking for Saburo Tsukishio and Michael of Hyougagakure." She was unsure of if they would have known these two shinobi, but it was worth a shot. After all, the old saying is that there is no harm if there is no foul. These were her students after all.

Anka kept her distance as she was watching all three of the shinboi interact with each other, she flick her tongue at them with a analyzing look. Anka was sticking out her tongue to collect airborne and chakra particles. Anka's tongue had many uses, as for this instance her tongue was giving Anka a sort of directional sense of smell and taste simultaneously. As Anka was doing this she kept her tongue constantly in motion, sampling particles from the air, ground, and water, analyzing the chemicals found, and determining the presence of prey or predators in the local environment. This was trait that she inherited from her snake clan, her tongue didn't look unusually beside being longer in length than the standard human tongue.  Anka mainly used this ability to keep track of others with in a given area, like a snake she want to keep aware of her surroundings. One can never be too cautious.

First Anka's gaze turn towards the hunter ninja, the most high value and dangerous target in this place so far, as Anka focus on "tasting and smelling" the hunter ninja with her tongue. The hunter ninja taste had a light minty flavor to Anka. As for the hunter ninja smell,  he/she had a faint aroma of death. Anka examine the hunter ninja body with curious gaze until Anka's eyes settled on the ninja's chest, the hunter ninja had barely noticeable bust size at least compare to Anka's chest size. So the hunter ninja was female, Anka assumed.    

Once Anka was done with the hunter ninja, her attention was focus on the boy who had fallen off the bench with a crazed grin on his face, the boy had good taste in women. This caused Anka to laughed a bit she already like him.
"ku Ku ku." Anka then focus her flicking tongue on him, "tasting and smelling" just like the hunter ninja. The boy smelled like and tasted like beef ramen, tasty. Anka mentally thought. It seem like he wasn't hurt, so that was good.

Finally Anka flick her tongue at the other guy, instantly Anka curious peaked when she started to "tasting and smelling" him with her tongue. Out of the three ninja Anka noticed, he had the most interesting smell, his smell remind Anka of the burning wood and he had a smokey flavor to him as well.  "hmm. I never tasted anything like that in village before, you surely are an unique one." Anka quietly mutter to herself.

After Anka finished sampling the ninja around her, she stop flicking her tongue at the three of them and lick her lips, as she walk closer to them until she was about ten feet away from them, Anka look down at the boy with blue hair and grin at him. But Anka would speak with the hunter ninja first. "Ookami, its a honor to meet you as well, maybe s-s-s-someday I will be wearing the s-s-s-same uniform." Anka was somewhat interested in the hunter ninja career path she did consider herself a sensory type of ninja but for now she was merely a genin who need more experience out in the field.

Anka then paused for moment to think about the question she was asked. "S-S-S-Sorry I don't know of anyone by the names of  S-S-S-Saburo Tsukishio or Michael. By the s-s-s-sounds of it, I'm guessing that your are their S-S-S-Sensei." Anka assumed since the hunter ninja was looking for two people in the village and was heading in the direction of the kage's tower, it was safe to guess that she was looking for her students.  
 

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(OOC: Sorry for wait but I was waiting for Yuumaru to post, but since he  doesn't seem to posting at the moment, I will go ahead and post. )

Everything passed by Saburo in a blur. One moment he was sitting there, then suddenly everything had started spinning, and moving. Then he found himself on the ground, a soft pain in his head.

Before he could even react it seemed, the younger girl whose sight had caused him so much inner turmoil was over him, then making glowy hands at him. His mind was sluggish, but he slowly because aware she was checking him over with Medical Ninjutsu. This was conformed as she moved away, stating he was alright.

Slowly Saburo moved up into a seating position, placing a hand on the back of his head where is contacted the ice. He may well be fine, but it still hurt, and he was sure he would have a headache for a short while. As he pulled himself back up on to the bench, his ears perked at the mention of his name.

About to reply from his slightly hazy mind, the other girl spoke first, so for the moment he let her speak. He was however, slightly confused at the other girls actions, she seemed to be flicking her tongue at them or something. He had no idea what she was mumbling to herself about, but he could focus on that for long, with her being half naked and all.

He sighed softly has the half naked girl, Anka he believed her name was, he sighed due to the fact she assumed this young girl was his sensei. Saburo turned to the younger girl, Ookami as she identified herself as. "I can help." Saburo uttered, "I am Saburo Tsukishio." He just sat there quietly, wondering what to do or say next.

After a moment he spoke again. "So is it true? Am I now to be taught by a child?" This seemed extremely embarrassing to the young male. Not only was the young girl far out ranking him, but now she may well be his sensei? "I should never have become a shinobi, I'm just not cut out for it, and I'm much too old now. I thought being a shinobi would make me more interesting, and help me find friends. Now I see it is only making myself an easier target for mocking."

Saburo sighed once more, and hang his head low, staring at ground. Even the half naked girl wasn't a big enough distraction now.

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(OOC:Given Yuumaru his 72 hours and more, so moving on without him. He can join back in though when he returns!)

Sylvanas would watch as the two responded to her question of curiosity. She was unsure of how to approach Saburo, given his reaction to her initial bargaining for intelligence. He shamed himself as a shinobi because of Sylvanas and her age, as well as his own personal reasons. She shook her head in disagreement at Saburo, after briefly nodding to thank Anka for what information she had given. The girl was an interesting sort, her tongue constantly flicking about. Sylvanas immediately recognized that patterned behavior to be the likeliness of a snake. By analyzing the rest of her body, Sylvanas had also managed to take into consideration the possibility of a reptilian or poisonous Kekkei Genkai. This was an interesting one, indeed. "I'll have to keep an eye out for you.." Sylvanas` said to herself in her mind. Refocused now, her eyes gaze toward Saburo. Her stern gesture was about change.

She'd look over him, in continuance of the aforementioned head movement, appalled by his all-to-palpable sob story. "You think of me as a child, instead of your superior, and you show no sign of dignity for yourself whatsoever.. A shinobi is an elite warrior among the civilians and denizens of this world, a tool to be used by the Country they represents` discretion, as they see fit. You may meet friends, and you may meet rivals along the road. Simply being a ninja is not enough to make you interesting. Only you can do that." She'd nod. Thirteen must be the new twenty-one. "Those who mock you.. Her eyes would scan his body for reactions from her words, his emotions becoming clearer as he spoke.

Analytically memorizing his speech pattern, through his choice of words, she can independently discern his intentions, and the very same behind his words. ".. Have you ever thought of why they do so? Is it because they think you're weak? Is it because you allow them to do so? Shinobi Code of Conduct Number 28: A shinobi must never show any weakness. You must face those who bully you and overcome them in a manner submissive to your hidden anger. You allow these people to bother you and let them think what they say matters, suffocating the voice you have buried beneath sadness and sorrow." Her tone has deepened now, striking harsh pitches of a serious demeanor. She took a gentle breath before continuing.

The cold air swept around the group, devastated shards of ice brush against their clothing and hair. "While many shinobi follow the rules and strive to become emotionless, they are still human, and may not be capable of completely killing their spirit. Nor may this be ideal. I've explained to my students that while the rules and regulations are important, they are not infallible. A ninja must also know when to bend these rules in order to adapt and cope with the situation. It is your duty as a shinobi, a civilian of Hyougagakure, and as a victim, to stand up for yourself and see the world for what is truly is. A living hell." Her words were harsh, but served to hide behind a true meaning. She'd sigh. Removing her Hunter-Ninja mask, she held it in her right hand, revealing her face.

Her skin is a milky caucasion tone, it seems although she has aged, her skin has not. Her lips are a dusty pink, intercepted by the slit of the bridge underneath her nose. The nose itself is actually relatively small in size, and curves up lightly, giving it an almost baby-like appearance. The frame of her face has a narrowly curved shape, being covered at the top by her hair. Sylvanas has mildly long hair, stretching to the back of her shoulders. It is an emassed bright white-pink hue. Some say it is almost ghost-like. Which is almost true, considering her eye color. For some strange reason, Sylvanas was born with an extremely light pupil color, and when light reflects from them, they glow much like a cat. A scar was shown going across her lips, not jagged, but clean.

She pointed at this scar, using her left pointer finger to do so. "I got this while on a mission in the far western continent of The Land of Water. I was sent on an expeditionary mission as an escort for a wealthy merchant named Kato due to the increasing numbers of robberies and highwaymen sightings along that specified trade route. Within the three hour period it took to get from the gates of Suzakona, thirteen kilometers east of Umegakure's naval port, we lost six Jounin, three Chunin, and a Genin named Usemi. Usemi was much like you. Doubtful of his capabilities, and spiteful of his characteristics. This cost him his life." As she tells this, her hands are moving in a harmonious gesture.

She continued. "Without warning, we were ambushed by an entire platoon of Rogue Ninja, or Missing-Nin. At the time, it wasn't my job to track and kill them, so I had no idea what kind of attacking strategy or danger classification they had. The escort had been broken and my teammates were slaughtered. They took me to a hideout just outside of Hyougagakure. I was kept captive, raped, tortured and interrogated for three weeks before news of my disappearance had been recognized by the commanding officers. Because I would not talk, they cut my mouth open with a razor blade and left me for dead. By the time my cavalry arrived, the ninja had escaped and gone elsewhere. I was in the hospital for two months recovering, with an additional six months of physical rehabilitation." She was staring straight into the eyes of Saburo the entire time.

She studied his personality, his psyche, and his responses. "You're wondering why I didn't talk? Because it is a rule, a commandment and a testament of the Shinobi Code of Conduct. Because it stems back to an oath I took to serve my country well, and with my life. Such is the life of a shinobi, and you accepted the terms of this of your own accord when you joined the Academy. My intention is not to frighten you or disrespect you, nor belittle you in any sense. Merely, it is to show you that life for no one is ever fair, and only you can improve your own livelihood through dedication, discipline and a strong sense of character. You have potential, Saburo Tsukishio. Do not waste it on the past." She'd smile at him, putting her mask back on as she spoke her name. "I am Sylvanas Kazesousha. You're Sensei." She'd nod at him, and back at Anka. "We will be meeting soon, and you will receive a letter as to the location of it. It was an honor to meet you both, and I bid you farewell." With that, she utilized her speed to disappear from sight, running toward the Glacier Graveyards.

Anka watch and listen to the boy with a mixture of curiosity, pity and shame. The boy who name was Saburo Tsukishio surely needed to work on his level of confidence, never in Anka's life had she heard of a male, young or old, show so much self-doubt. It was an insult to the males' nature warrior spirit. Anka did her best to suppress a snicker, but fail at the end as she let out quietly laugh. "Ku Ku Ku" Her laughter sounded more like a series of broken hisses. Did this man..no little boy Saburo Tsukishio fancy himself as a shinboi and shinboi of Hidden Glacier? With the attuidte he was displaying right now, especially in front of his Sensei! (Anka this felt jealous that this sorry excuse for a male was being trained by such a High Caliber Hunter Ninja) This was all to comedic for Anka. (Hyougagakure no Sato). Anka snicker some more as she flick her tongue out some more. This time it was more of an natural instinct than trying to scan her environment like earlier. "Ku Ku Ku" Anka quickly glance towards the Hunter Ninja and gave the ninja a sort of seductive smile, it seem like Hunter Ninja took some interest in her. Wirh the mask, it was impossible to tell what type of expression the hunter ninja had. But if Anka were to guess, she would assumed that the hunter ninja face had an emotionless and blank look, a look of lust or simply curiosity.

As Saburo kept on talking, Anka would simply remained silent. If Saburo didn't grow a set of you know what, man up and show some pride he would mostly likely die a virgin. Men and women alike were turned off by people who think so lowly of themselves and lack a backbone. Anka shook her head disappointingly as the boy. "You should be honor to have someone like that as a Sensei, I wish I could be train by a Hunter Ninja. But alias the teams have already been assigned and I have yet to meet my team but from letter I gotten neither of them are hunter ninja." Anka would said in a hint of jealously before her snake-like grin return on her face.

Once the Hunter Ninja began to speak, Anka focus shifted towards the female hunter ninja and soak in every word she said. The wind pick up slightly but strangely despite her snake-like qualities and lack of proper clothing she remain comfortable, her body use to the daily temperatures of the hidden glacier village. Anka would nodded her head in agreement at the words spoke by the younger but more experience female. But when she began to remove her mask, Anka eyes instantly foucs on her face, wanting to see what lie underneath the mask. Anka took a moment to take in the features of the female, she had an ghost like appearance, but it was cute in its own way.  Anka would quietly look at the female before she continued her story and speech. Anka move by the toughness and dedication   the hunter ninja had.

When Anka saw that the Hunter Ninja, who name was Sylvanas Kazesousha look back at her, Anka grinned and nodded her head. "There no need to said that, meeting a genin is hardly consider an honor, but thank you. Maybe our paths will cross again. S-S-S-Sylvanas Kazesousha." Anka would blink as the Miss Kazesousha was no longer in sight, her speed was incredible to say the least. Anka then look back at Saburo. "I wouldn't want to hold you up. It seem as if your Sensei is waiting for you. Before I leave I like to give you some womanly advice. Man up. Weak mean are unattractive and die as virgins." Anka would wink at Saburo before she wave goodbye to him and began to leave the area to meet up with her team. "Tell your S-S-S-Sensei I s-s-s-said hello" Anka would yell out.
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Saburo listened to the words of the two woman. It did indeed seem that he was weak. How had the young man fallen so far that he had become this way. Perhaps it had have been better off he had just not become a shinobi, but now was too late, he was so he had to make something of it.

He listened to the story of his Sensei, and thought about the horrors she faced, especially due to the seemingly young age she was. Yet he looked at the way she acted and carried herself. It was something he wanted to emulate, but he just didn't know how to at this point. Perhaps in time with her, he would start to become more like that himself. He went to wave goodbye to her, but she was gone already before he could respond.

He turned to the half naked woman and shrugged. Perhaps she did think him weak, and he was sure she was right about her views on men like him. He had already noticed it. "Oh well, I'll be sure to pass ont he message." He waved at her as she left. He wander off to wait for further word from his sensei.
{Exit}

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