Shiranui Genma...
Mushrooms
"Ineptitude: If you can't learn to do something well, learn to enjoy doing it poorly." (Despair Demotivators)
Most people who know Genma would say that he is a carefree guy. No one has called him twenty-nine, but refer to him as twenty-something. He was polite in meeting people and had kept himself under his own vigilant eyes. It is the only thing in which he exerted himself. Not getting to know his roommate was not a problem as they usually had different shifts. What little conversations they had hid themselves in gifts, like recently Genma had found before leaving the apartment, a poster of a skier wiping out with a slogan about ineptitude. The gifts were partly harmless pranks.
When he got to the gates of the village, he could see the sun and more details to the monument to the Hokages. He left them behind to travel to a monastery where he spent his time preparing meals for monks. On the way, sure enough, he would stop along the path to pick some mushrooms at his risen level fort. He had found a perfect patch and built a platform over it a few years ago.
He untied the front knot of his bandana that he wore backwards. More of his brown long hair fell down and he filled his bandana with mushrooms.
Recruitment
"Join the mission, meet interesting people, kill them."
Ibiki met with Genma on the advice of Shiro who spoke highly of this Special Jounin.
"Here is the outline of the mission," Ibiki handed Genma a piece of paper. "Who do you propose to fill the ranks?"
"Would this suggestion oblige the nominated ninja to accept this pitch?" Genma asked. "This suggestion will be followed out?
"I can make many things happen," Ibiki put his hands into his trench coat. "It is a promise."
"Perfect!" Genma said and thought: "This will be the perfect time to get back at my roommate." And then he spoke his request: "My roommate."
"Good," Ibiki said, "we will meet at the ANBU headquarters at 1800 hours. Who is your roommate?"
"I don't know," Genma responded, "but he has recently developed a horrible cough."
"I was informed that you would pick the best member," Ibiki said.
"Well, if you start looking for him now," Genma started, "then the sooner you will find out. Take care." Genma closed the door. "That will do."
Chuunin Examiner
"Indifference: it takes 43 muscles to smile and 17 to smile, but it doesn't take anything to just sit there with a dumb look on your face." (Despair Demotivators)
The schedule was passed out on early Sunday mornings, and Genma waited to receive his directly from the messenger. The pink haired head of Sakura emerged from over the stairs and she ran up to Genma.
"Good morning, Genma," Sakura said smiling, "how are you?"
"Fine at this moment since I can now get on with my duty," Genma bowed as he took the letter from Sakura. Since the preliminary ended, Sakura covered the task of sending out the weekly schedules. It made her feel useful for not reaching the Chuunin finals. Genma helped by reading out his task to her. "Chuunin examiner; in a nutshell, it is relaxing no effort job."
"Don't you have to stop a fight if one of the opponents is in mortal danger?" Sakura fretted. Genma shrugged and replaced his long toothpick.
"S'pose," Genma answered, "but I am not become a safe net for what the audience wants to see. Oh, I mean off the record, right. It is an unspoken rule at a competition at this height."
Mushrooms
"Ineptitude: If you can't learn to do something well, learn to enjoy doing it poorly." (Despair Demotivators)
Most people who know Genma would say that he is a carefree guy. No one has called him twenty-nine, but refer to him as twenty-something. He was polite in meeting people and had kept himself under his own vigilant eyes. It is the only thing in which he exerted himself. Not getting to know his roommate was not a problem as they usually had different shifts. What little conversations they had hid themselves in gifts, like recently Genma had found before leaving the apartment, a poster of a skier wiping out with a slogan about ineptitude. The gifts were partly harmless pranks.
When he got to the gates of the village, he could see the sun and more details to the monument to the Hokages. He left them behind to travel to a monastery where he spent his time preparing meals for monks. On the way, sure enough, he would stop along the path to pick some mushrooms at his risen level fort. He had found a perfect patch and built a platform over it a few years ago.
He untied the front knot of his bandana that he wore backwards. More of his brown long hair fell down and he filled his bandana with mushrooms.
Recruitment
"Join the mission, meet interesting people, kill them."
Ibiki met with Genma on the advice of Shiro who spoke highly of this Special Jounin.
"Here is the outline of the mission," Ibiki handed Genma a piece of paper. "Who do you propose to fill the ranks?"
"Would this suggestion oblige the nominated ninja to accept this pitch?" Genma asked. "This suggestion will be followed out?
"I can make many things happen," Ibiki put his hands into his trench coat. "It is a promise."
"Perfect!" Genma said and thought: "This will be the perfect time to get back at my roommate." And then he spoke his request: "My roommate."
"Good," Ibiki said, "we will meet at the ANBU headquarters at 1800 hours. Who is your roommate?"
"I don't know," Genma responded, "but he has recently developed a horrible cough."
"I was informed that you would pick the best member," Ibiki said.
"Well, if you start looking for him now," Genma started, "then the sooner you will find out. Take care." Genma closed the door. "That will do."
Chuunin Examiner
"Indifference: it takes 43 muscles to smile and 17 to smile, but it doesn't take anything to just sit there with a dumb look on your face." (Despair Demotivators)
The schedule was passed out on early Sunday mornings, and Genma waited to receive his directly from the messenger. The pink haired head of Sakura emerged from over the stairs and she ran up to Genma.
"Good morning, Genma," Sakura said smiling, "how are you?"
"Fine at this moment since I can now get on with my duty," Genma bowed as he took the letter from Sakura. Since the preliminary ended, Sakura covered the task of sending out the weekly schedules. It made her feel useful for not reaching the Chuunin finals. Genma helped by reading out his task to her. "Chuunin examiner; in a nutshell, it is relaxing no effort job."
"Don't you have to stop a fight if one of the opponents is in mortal danger?" Sakura fretted. Genma shrugged and replaced his long toothpick.
"S'pose," Genma answered, "but I am not become a safe net for what the audience wants to see. Oh, I mean off the record, right. It is an unspoken rule at a competition at this height."