The Nights Nocturne [Team Nocturne]

The day itself sat rather plainly. As the sun graced the world high in the sky, signifying high noon, the Elder of the Uchiha sat within in his confines staring a slew of papers. The crystalline eyes stared at the papers for moments unknown as he tapped his right index finger along his desk rhythmically as he did. It would seem he was being put in charge of a Genin cell which either meant Kaito and the administration either had a bad sense of humor or poor judgement. He couldn't remember a time where he had actually lead a cell nor his own time in the team he was once in, but all in all it was an opportunity on all fronts. Each of the three had something different about them, but before the meeting he would read up on them and get a gist of what he would be getting into. Not only that he would need to formulate a path that would nurture and grow these three into the finest shinobi of the Sound. Sliding his left hand over the first paper directly to the left had been Zidane. If he had remembered correctly this had been the kin to the Commander of the Sound Five, Guren Chinoike. From their last interaction he had learned that the male had an penchant for going berserk likely due to his bloodline. He would need to be watched over though Noya had a plan in place to offset that in the event that this happened. There was no need for anyone to get hurt or anything to get destroyed because of a wildling. As he studied more about Zidane, his right hand would retreat from its tapping to grab a pen and paper with fluid nimbleness as he jotted down a few more notes to commit to memory. After a couple of moments the pen would be set down and Zidane's paper would return to its folder and slowly be closed and pushed to the side as he grabbed the second one.

As he picked up the second paper he would jot down on the same paper the name of the genin and proceed to look over their information. Ronin Shinkou. Interesting. He had heard very little about the Clan itself and the only things he could manage to remember were that they were very...ritualistic in nature. Not much on their bloodline or abilities but they did have an unique Doujutsu. Maybe this interaction would prove useful for his own knowledge, but seeing that the male may have been versed in the art of Genjutsu was interesting as well. Noting that the genin was mostly a practitioner of the Puppetry arts the team itself would have a weird, but unique dynamic depending on how their training went from here. The pen would be sat back down on the desk as he went back to tapping his right index finger upon the desk and resting his left elbow on the desk before slowly leaning his head onto his left hand which had been balled into a fist. A wildling berserker and a puppeteer. What an interesting combination of students they had given him. There had been a third file on his desk, but nameless it had been for a moment. Maybe he was due a third student but for a moment he would focus on the two he had currently. As he slowly turned in his chair to face the window to his left, both hands would find their way into his lap as he leaned back into the comfortable chair and sighed gently. Tonight would surely be interesting as he wondered what would come of it.

As the sun began to set and the sweet, subtle Nocturne of the night began to creep upon the lands, Noya would find himself sitting among the Advanced Training Facility with a cup of tea in his left hand, an unmarked book in his right and to his right hand side a bag that had a few scrolls sticking out from it. Earlier before the sun had time to kiss the horizon goodbye he had sent two missives to both Ronin and Zidane detailing to them the time and place of their first meeting. He would of course do proper introductions when the two arrived, but for the moment he would enjoy his tea and alone time. After some time had passed he could hear the doors opening as someone, hopefully his students, would come funneling in. At this point he tea would be almost gone and he idly flicked a page aside with his right index finger as he peered over the book.


"Good it seems punctuality is not wasted on the young these days. We will wait for your other teammate then we will begin," of course if both of them came at the same time he would change his dialogue. At the moment however, once both students were here he would sit the cup down to his left and close the book with a subtle movement of his right hand as he stood up and looked over them both," Good evening and welcome to the first day of your Training. Introductions. I am Noya Uchiha, Elder of the Uchiha Clan and one of the Original denizens of this land. You may either call me Teacher or Noya. None of the mister or Sensei for that is not required. I am a Genjutsu Practitioner and also well versed in Bukijutsu. Now, I would like both of you to do the same. Name, small tidbit about yourself, why you want to be a ninja and your aspirations for this village, anything of note regarding your skills and finally anything i SHOULD know about your fighting style or skills," he would stress the fact of what he needed to know, even though most of the information he already knew but this was their first test. A test of Honesty. A test to see how much they know of themselves.

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[Missions will be posted after our Introduction posts]

In the very early hours of the day, only a few moments before dawn, a letter would arrive at a small and quaint house nestled in one of the far off corners of Otogakure. Here, it was away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. Sometimes, around here; things truly did feel like a party 24/7. Most celebrations lasting well into the night, ending as loudly as it all started. And as fun as that was, being a great change of pace and overall environment from the rather war-stricken state of Fang Country and all, Ronin Shinkou did still prefer to have his sleep and rest in silence. One couldn't get that closer to the town square. Like most problems in life, this was a circular one, so one avoided entirely. But, as it was with most days, even the stillness wasn't enough to be awoken by eventual restless at the very ass crack of the morning. The hauntingly stoic shinobi would be up even before the letter came with news of his team. He had heard rumors that he was going to be picked for one, but for it to be actually done...So long as they don't make me start with an icebreaker, then I guess this is fine. It could be an opportunity to become more social, but I just don't wanna start now. He'd ponder over the thought while the letter sat opened on his nightstand underneath a cup of coffee. Pacing the room for a few, he'd decide to hell with it; this was most likely something more mandatory anyways. Besides, it couldn't be worse than the military of Fang. So, he'd promptly change into that of which he'd normally wear. An all-black, military style jacket and pants combo. Gold embellishments.

Ronin would take his time on the walk to get to the dictated meeting area. A spot designated within the village's training grounds. Making sure to leave slightly earlier because he'd take a scenic route to get there. Using the alone time to his advantage, while maintaining some exercise and utilizing what he had learned from his mission at the Chamber of Sound. Basking at the natural surrounding sounds of life, but doing so in complete silence. Said sounds were quite different than the many symphonies brought on by twilight; both man made and environmental/natural. Under the moon's touch, things had a harder and more ominous edge to them. Sporadic by nature. Unpredictable in hindsight. And gritty in tone. More things accompanied by the cries of a croaking toad, screeches of omnivorous to harmoniously brash strums on a bass or rhythmically chaotic pangs of percussive instruments. Things were much more 'edgier' so to speak during that time. But now, on this walk, all of the people who enjoyed in the sounds brought on by that time of day were now either heading home or transitioning into the more serene and soothing noises of dawn. Much as the soft sun would rise upon the distant Sky line, just listening to what was taking place around him was very trance like. Relaxing and calm, but not unsettling. Occasional chirps from lightly bantering crickets and the rustling of the cooling summer zephyrs. Even some birds and buskers would be out, tranquilly lulling in the peace of it all.

30 minutes later, the young lad would have found himself at the specific training area that was given to him. Just in the nick of time too. Opening the door, Ronin would look inside and notice that another man was already there, sitting on a bench and reading a book. In the other hand, a cup, presumably of tea or coffee. It would seem he was also keen on delighting in the bliss of the am. And not too long after he would arrive, another shinobi would then walk in. One that he had the previous chance of somewhat meeting prior to today. Somewhat being because most of it was spent in silence, and it was all because of business. The Shinkou had met Zidane on a couple of missions in which they both undertook. For some odd reason or another though, the Sound nin's memory on the meeting was rather...hazy to say the least. Most of it was shrouded in a daze or a fog...oh well, must've just been regular grogginess. Either way, they'd all coalesce and the team's captain would start by speaking. Giving a short introductory paragraph about himself. Before the spotlight would then be passed over to the two students. Looking over at Zidane, Ronin would've hoped that he would've spoken first. After a rather long and extended, awkward pause in between them all, he would finally speak up. Albeit, relatively quietly. "Um, well-. Right, name is Ronin Shinkou. An interesting tidbit- Well..." His voice would trail off. I murdered 6 guards in a blind panicked state? No, couldn't say that, but..."...I guess, if you consider being a member of Fang's military being interesting, there's that. I, made puppets for them specifically. I want to be a nin because I've done some wrongs in life, but for the sake of my clan, I need to restore that honor and order. Doing so, this is one of the only viable paths, and being able to do so here; well at least it can be done so with a great deal of peace at mind. I'm a puppeteer with some knowledge and some strength in genjutsu as well."

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