[Oborozuki Zura]

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Nageku

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A Little MAyhem NEver HURT ANyONE

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The sun beat down on Zura as he squinted beneath a palm to block the glare. The eastern training grounds were peppered with towering, full trees with thick, twisting branches. Spaced out in such a way that each cluster of trees never connected with another. Seemingly empty, save for distant sounds of the city and other shinobi too far to see.[break][break]

Zura groaned, tossing his bag lazily against a tree trunk. A damned beautiful day, and yet here he was. Mostly against his will. Another scolding for not doing enough. Zura rolled his eyes and mockingly mouthed the scolding he had received earlier that morning. Surely they'd have an eye on him, but he knew he'd look damn good sunbathing naked near a waterfall.[break][break]

Hell, he had half a mind to strip down and enjoy the rays right here. They only said they wanted to see him in the training grounds more, not that he had to train in them. Zura rummaged through his bag, throwing everything to the side till he found the onigiri he stuffed in it earlier.[break][break]

Zura unwrapped the rice ball and sat against the tree. He closed his eyes and took leisurely bites out of the snacks. There was all day to get about business. A short little rest would do no harm. After all, he was doing what he was told. [break][break]

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[Nageku]

Target acquired. Poor bastard. Naga had been working on his latest culptures when a cousin of his had thrown a few stones and broke apart the small cracking of his statues and that had ruined his mighty visage. Stone truly broke too easily when you couldn't heal it. That was well beyond Ichi's current protocol since his body was flooded with doton, but his ability to manipulate it was rather stunted. The academy techniques had been something he learned long before now, but that didn't change that he found it absolutely infuriating that he had to waste his time on skills that didn't help him get out of the academy. Him! A genius! Stuck! It was absurd truly. Seeking to release the steam of his aggrivated failure of a sculpture he had carried the thing on his shoulders, luckily not feeling the exhaustion that muscles would normally bring. Having gone to one of the few places Naga felt he would find people around. And the mountain god was correct, some unlucky peasant eating a rice ball. On the training grounds? Really. It was such a cocky action that the Yamakira youth found himself genuinely impressed by the young man. Impressed enough that he reeled the heavy half-finished boulder back and lobbed it at the youth with a grin.