"Five more laps to go! Don't give up now you are almost done!"
It was a hot summer afternoon and the kids were having a lot of fun together. Even though they were lessons, they were enjoying the experience. After they were done their laps they all surrounded their swim teacher. He was a fairly tall, fit, and spiky haired instructor. All the kids called him Aoi-Sensei because of his blue skin. At first they thought he had painted himself blue, but after spending an hour in the pool they were convinced that it was his real skin.
Half an hour later all of the kids got out of the pool and rushed to get their towels. "Great job everyone, next week we will be learning the back-crawl. Until then get some rest" said the man in a fairly happy tone. "Bye Aoi-Sensei! Be careful on your way home!" said one of the children. "You too Lee-Kun!" replied the swim instructor. After everyone was gone, he got changed and locked up the pool and headed off to his second job. It didn't help that he was broke and was living with an unsuccessful business idiot who can barely pay the rent.
'Off to fencing club' he thought to himself. He was also a man of the sword and loved to train in his swordsmanship. Within an hour he reached the training centre and saw his students waiting patiently for him. The club he ran was called 'Successors to the Seven Swordsman of the Mist' or SSSM for short. They trained with different types of swords and they all wore a black overall in respect for their fallen masters. Once their training was over they had a few open rounds with wooden katanas. After that, everyone went home.
It was close to midnight, and when he opened the door to his apartment, a huge stack of papers fell down on him. 'What the hell' he thought to himself. "Yo yo follow me Kisame." It was his roommate, Itachi. They were two broke guys who were trying to get through life. Obviously, Itachi had a bad day at work and had gotten himself drunk. Not to mention his eyesight was like looking they eyes of a fly. "You know" Kisame started "that doesn't exactly sound like the best idea. I don't have time for this, so just go be an idiot somewhere else alright?"
He silently went into his bedroom and got into his water bed. His life was filled with problems and he needed someone to talk to. He picked up his phone but just before he dialled a number, he got a call. 'Who might be calling so late' he wondered. He answered the phone. It was silent for a few seconds, and then he was greeted with a "HEY MAN, HAVE I TREATED YOU GOOD?" blast into his ear. 'Oh god not this guy.'