Tristan Namikaze looked on too his two companions. The council of the Hidden Village of Five Elements was debating the fate of their team. Their sensei was killed when sent on an S rank mission alone. Tristan has yellow hair and blue eyes. He wears a dark green shirt with the standard blue pants with shin guards of the fire guards. He has golden semi-fingerless gloves that reach halfway to his elbow. He unlike the others was not wearing his cloak given to them by the king. His male companion had dark brown hair with brown eyes and glasses. He wore a blue shirt with black pants with the, dark blue on the outside and yellow on the inside, robe. His hair was semi-long in back with some of it spiking down in front. He was pacing for a good two hours. He was the short tempered one of the group and very out spoken just like his brother. The female had long black hair the went to her shoulders and small little streaks of it in the front to the right of her face. She wore a red dress that was very short that only reached halfway to her knees. She wore matching red boots with the shin guards similar to Tristan. She always admired him for his skill and talents and has a deep crush. Tristan suspects this but he doesn't feel the same attachment, at least not now. It was about thirty minutes before Shin spoke.
"How long do we have to go on like this. I mean we don't need a new sensei. We have proved countless times we can handle even missions the lightning division wouldn't even dream of every taking on."
"How can you expect them with an attitude like yours," inquired Tristan, "there are techniques we have even yet to hope to ever understand and study." They have had this discussion before just the two of them. He was angry then and it seems to still hurt his ego as much as it did back then. He gave Tristan a dirty look but kept silent because he knew they would forever be at odds on this matter. It was another ten long minutes before the door opened and someone stepped out in a brown cloak with a hood up and a metal mask on his face. Most of the people in the village was afraid of them mostly because they never spoke or took of their masks. All except Tristan who stared directly at the man or woman as if he had control of them. They seem to show great respect in their gestures toward him. When the person spoke it was a males voice.
"They will see you now."
"What about us," asked Shin.
"They have only requested Tristan and you two should go back home and wait for him there."
"Shit all this time wasted and its all for nothing!"
Tristan was halfway in the door already and he saw what he expected. The room was dim with candles behind the 12 council members. The setup was much like a court room with four members in the front wall with four on the right and four on the left. There was a circle shape in the middle where he walked too. Only the master councilman spoke.
"We have evaluated your skills and prowess in battle very carefully with the comments your sensei submitted. We have agreed that you will take over for your sensei of your team. Your first mission is in Kohona."