Hōzuki Kyōka
In this world, the weak are the sustenance of the strong. The strong live, the weak die
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age 33 years old
birthday June 18
rank Elite Jounin
occupation Genin Team Leader (Team 2)
We are violence Kyouka was just coming back from some well-deserved vacations she took after the Chuunin Exams. It wasn't like her to do those things, but maybe the years were starting to catch up with her in a yet subtle way; despite her looks, she was not as young as she once was, and rest was important in order to keep her at her top condition. Still, it was not like people could complain much, she usually took more missions than most other Mist shinobi, on top of her responsibilities as the First Seat of the Seven Swordsmen and as the Leader of Team 2. Speaking of which, two of her Genin were approved in the Chuunin Exams, and were just working on the paperwork necessary for their promotion. It was a bit bittersweet for her, even though she would not admit it to anyone. She liked that team, it was the first one she actually approved and trained, and they were becoming strong shinobi, thus deserving of their spot in the sun.
Still, as she came back to her active duties, she received an invitation to help out with an academy training. Her team members were busy with missions and other affairs, so her help would be considered a work for the village. She did roll her eyes in her orbits when she read the letter. "When the fuck did I become a babysitter?" she wondered, but that didn't spoil her mood too much; it would be amusing to see what Asuka's brats were up to these days, heck, maybe she could even corrupt them, even if a little bit, and the prospect of that made her smirk.
Later that day, she showed up at the academy, where she was informed she was going to be tutoring a single kid. Well, it was fair to ask her to do that considering all of her accomplishments and proven skill. Kyouka made her way to the training grounds of the academy. Uemori was left at home; it was not like she would need it today anyways. Once she was there, she sit by a bench, grabbed one of her bottles of water and waited for this little brat to show up.
and this is hell
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