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"The name I was given by my angel, is Kowaii. Now, what type of taijutsu you wanna specialize in? Speed, strength? What?" He asked. Kowaii wasn't really good with formalties, outside of Shoko. He removed his jacket, revealing himself to be wearing a black muscle shirt and the slacks. His abdomen and arms was extremely scarred, by what anyone could see or deduce. He then took the bag that was tied around his hip and began to rummage through it.

"Hmmm, well I have several arts that specialize in flexibility, speed, strength, durability, and all the such. Just give me a moment to get the ones I think might best suite you." He said as he reached through the bag. "Wait, what elements do you possess?" He asked the young boy.

(How many styles can a genin begin to learn again?)

(When one's Rpc is over a hundred years old, everyone is young to him, even if he only looks twenty.)

"Hmmm, I think I have some good styles for you then. From Cloud, I would say Shuurai Tekken Do and possibly Rokushiki." He said, pulling out the scrolls. "Then for that unpredictability that could give you an edge, I suggest Suiken from Konoha." He stated, as he pulled out that scroll as well. "Then for balance, speed and power, I highly recommend Pai Qua Quan from Suna. I use it myself all the time." He claimed with a slyish grin. "Then if you are really up for it, there is Kiri's Akuma Haraise and Mist Stance Style." He finally said retrieving the scrolls from his bag. He then sstood up to his full height. The six scrolls clasped in his left hand, the bag in his right. "Maybe if you are lucky, I'll teach you some Sound taijutsu." He offered as he handed the scrolls to Kyousou.

Kyousou smiled brightly "That sounds like fun" he said as he streched his muscles a bit.

Yuki blinked at Kyo. "Yer not gonna say anything else bout yourself?" she asked skeptically. She sighed. "I already said this but... oh well. Name's Yuki 'Chu' Shizuka..." She added, "But don't call me Chu." Yuki's eyes wandered to the clouds drifting over them. "I'm a samurai class, I think. At least, that's what they said to call myself when I first came to this village. Uhm... Oh yeah, I can shapshift." No matter how many times she said it, the phrase sounded pretty off to her.

Quen's eyes widened as he realized he hadn't even bothered to ask his new master's name. They'd gone straight to the training grounds before formalities. He decided he may as well get comfortable as they got to know eachother. He sat crosslegged on the grass and began his introduction. "My name is Quen Izachi. I'm a weapon's class shinobi. I come from a long line of samurai. My brother and I are the first in our family to become shinobi. Our family mastered the art of the wooden blade and the art has been passed down to me." He withdrew Kakera and layed it across his lap, its flawless wooden surface gleaming in the sunlight. "I've been taught how to use it to an extent. I have to learn the rest from this." He withdrew a scroll tied shut with a red velvet rope. It looked almost new. The symbol imprinted on the scroll matched that on his sash. It read, "Strength." "My brother and I are the only living members of our family." He fell silent, deep in thought. This lasted for only a moment. A shinobi can't aford to dwell... He slid Kakera back into its sheath and put the scroll back in place.

((The style he refers to has yet to be aproved, so until it is, the scroll will remain unopened. The sword has been aproved, but its updated version has not, so I will only be using its most basic functions.))