Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161221203824/@comment-24937485-20161224062351

With the clattering of clanking metal, and sparks making a short appearance with each clash, metal flew though the sky as it rained down. Were it not for Kyo’s effort surely the whole training area would’ve been filled with Kunai and everyone standing on it would be just as ‘filled’ to a lethal degree. But thanks to skillful execution of her jutsu she managed to knock almost every projectile off track so that they laid scattered around the barren field. Only two of the small blades managed to make it through the storm of her swords, one of them most likely cutting off a few hairs and the other aimed to make a small and shallow incision in her upper arm. Everyone else, however, would be completely untouched. Succes.

The door of the shack would open so that if Riku was still leaning against it he would fall inside and land, possibly face down, onto a dust-covered floor of croaking wood. Due to the curtains it was dark inside so one’s eyes would have to adjust to see a figure seated on the far side of the room, on a worn out sofa that was living its last days before falling apart. Furthermore the wooden shack was home to two cabinets, a few chairs but most of them were broken, and several large pots covered in rust that once held water.

The figure on the couch slowly stood up. From the way the darkness played with his shadow he looked like a tall villain from bedtime stories, covered in a robe, speaking with a ‘distorted voice.’.

“I’m glad you finally made it. There is much we have to discuss.”.

There was something about him, mysterious yet powerful, as if some ancient being that wasn’t supposed to be here right now. Did this mean their Sensei was killed? What exactly was happening?

But before someone might thought Madara had appeared, the light of the door would fall on the enigma now revealed to be nothing but Zeshin who covered himself in a blanket, and wore a scarf around his face that was the reason for his voice to sound different. If asked why he covered himself like this, he’d point at a spider that was about to lower down, by a string, onto the head of whoever asked. "WATCH OUT!" Just that was enough for Zeshin to jump, discarding what covered him, and run outside like a little girl before coming to a grinding halt close to the well and wiping his forehead of some sweatbeads. The blanket would only now fall to the ground, showing just how fast the namikaze had moved.

Sitting down at the side of the well, he’d wait for his Genin to gather with a soft smile on his face and proud eyes, dropping the earlier comical façade, as he truly did felt pride and joy being around each one of these talented youths. In thought: -You all passed your tests through using your unique talents. I believe the three of you will truly do great things in the future.-. As soon as everyone was there, he’d point at the ground for them to sit down, with a small nodding gesture, before introducing himself. “My name is Zeshin Namikaze, also known as The Blitz, and as of today I am your Jounin.”. Stories of the Blitz, and his disappearance over 3 years ago would be well-known to all residents of Konoha, as this was the Leaf’s fastest Jounin who many believed to be the fastest person in the world.



