Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for, another sad attempt of mine to string words in to sentences! Yaaaaay! By the way, when it says "night-day", it is just that it is both. During the day in Yorizaru it is black outside, as it is during the night. So they have two different nights, the night-day and the regular night. They are only distinguishable by time and few other things.

Chapter #3: Part 1:

Second Squad

It was a beautiful Monday morning; as far a beautiful Mondays could go in complete darkness. The many crows of village were squawking jubilantly as head-size maple leafs floated lazily down from above. Even the monstrous wolves that prowled the woods during the night-day were howling their echoing songs off of the monstrous trunks of the forest somewhere just out of sight.

Even without it being the final day Rasha would ever have to spend inside when he would much rather be outside, it was a marvelous day. But here he was, trying his hardest to hold in his anticipation and misery of enduring the last day of school. He impatiently drummed his fingers on the edge of his desk.

After being placed into teams of three, each squad of Genins would be trained by an individual Jounin instructor. From there the team would do low-priority missions, D-Rank, for the benefit of the citizens of Yorizaru. Though it was such an exhilarating feeling of being an actual ninja, most knew that in the beginning the tasks were usually hard labor or remedial chores.

But you would think that the class had been assigned to an S-Rank mission from the intense atmosphere in the classroom. Students were shifting in their seats, trying to get as comfortable as possible without bursting out in excitement. Even the cool-heads were irritably itching their arms.

Rasha looked around himself again counting the heads, twelve total. He was half relieved that the class clowns had been failed, and half sorry that they weren't passed so they could get their butts handed to them. Still, there was just enough students left for four separate squads; meaning that there would be four different teams competing for D-Rank mission and eventually C-Rank.

Rasha was adjusting his headband as Renkuno sensei walked casually into the room. The sensei, ignoring his chair, sat upon his desk and held the clipboard in his left hand up to eye level as he said in his typical monotone," Alright guys, you did it. You are all now going to be placed into teams of three, as I'm sure you know. Once I announce your team I will also give you the location that you are to meet your new instructor."

Here Renkuno paused and lowered the clipboard slightly so he could look directly at the group," I want all of you know that I'm very proud of you. You kids, with the exception of the few who didn't make the cut, have been some of the most talented I've seen come through this program."

There was an awkward pause that lasted a grueling ten seconds, at the end of which a few people decided to breath. Feeling he had drawn every last shred of conformability out of the moment, he finally decide to continue," So without further delay, here are the teams."

Rasha watched as, after being called, Team 1 walked out of the room. He was willing to put good money on it that, as soon as the door had closed, they had darted as fast as their legs could carry them to their new instructor. Sure enough, within seconds of the door's closing, three speeding forms could be seen out the window dashing away into the night-day.

"Come on! I want out of here!" he screamed on the inside.

He didn't have to wait long.

"Second Squad is Yoshin Rasha, Buuyo Moroku, and Intarea Genji." Read the sensei," You three are to meet your Jounin in half and hour at Gate Two!"

The three boys stood and walked as slowly out of the room as their tensed bodies would permit. Rasha's nearly trembling hand opened the door for both his new teammates and closed it behind him in the hallway. Turning around he was given the first impression of his new partners.

One boy had thick, brown hair tied in a ponytail and a square face. His beady, caring eyes looked oddly out of place on such a broad body. The light blue t-shirt and tan kakis did a poor job of hiding the boy's bulging muscles. From the look of his large arms he could easily wield the wide, two-handed broadsword over his left shoulder with ease. A few pockets served him as secondary weapon holsters, below which he had tied his forehead protector around his thigh.

The second boy was stood a little shorter than Rasha and had a small, quirky face. He wore a white collared tunic and had a long red sash that wrapped around his waist; the tail of it flowed down the outside of his left leg over his loose, brown slacks. His messy red hair was spiky and fell down to his brown eyes. Rasha thought he looked rather strained though; his thin arms were hugged against his torso with his hands tucked into the sash.

After looking from one to the other, Rasha cocked an eyebrow and said more than asked," Shall we skip the introductions?"

The two strangers nodded in unison and the three were off.

They bolted down the hallways, out the front door, and into the still night-day air scattering a cloud of white moths that were lingering around the orange streetlight above the double-doors. They ran at breakneck speed, Rasha holding back some, down the dirt streets. Passing beneath every illuminated patch of sidewalk in blurs, they fanned out side by side.

The boy with the sword and the ponytail launched himself skyward and became a black silhouette running along the peak of the rooftops. Meanwhile the boy with the sash could be seen below sprinting down the empty street, his blood-red garment flowing behind him like an exuberant tail. Rasha however, shot from building to building, rebounding from window ledge to tiled surface back and forth across the street.

Rasha smiled.

"I wager we look pretty cool right now."

Seven minutes and forty-seven seconds later they arrived at the small, gate labeled number two that separate the village from the massive maple trees. Sword-boy collapsed against the steel grating and slid to the ground. The sash-wearer didn't appear too worn out and simply stood there in the center of the path with his hands in his sash. Rasha on the other hand, having completed about half of his morning routine sprint, was still only getting warmed up. He crossed his arms and slouched coolly against the back wall of the building faced away from the gate.

Once sword-boy had regained his wind, Rasha started the introductions," The name is Rasha."

"Moroku." Said the boy with the sash quietly, his eyes on his toes.

"Genji." Rumbled the sword-boy as he nodded to them both from his sitting position.

"I guess we're Second Squad then." Said Rasha looking Moroku in the eye.

"I guess so." He replied.

"Hey." Breathed Genji, drawing both of their attentions," We should name our squad."

"Sounds cheesy." Said Moroku, his shyness wearing off.

"Nah, lets think of something." Argued Rasha, despite thinking Moroku had a point," Just make it serious."

They sat in silence, pondering what sort of name wouldn't earn a snicker or roll of the eyes when heard, something elemental or symbolic. While they thought the weightless, massive, whirling leaves dropped from above; giant leathery tarps that floated into view of the lamplight they sat beneath. They piled on the ground before they were picked up once more in the gentle breeze and floated into the forest.

"Sort of like dead, green bats." Thought Rasha," Wait a minute."

"How about Shadow-Wing?" asked Rasha.

Moroku and Genji looked momentarily at each other before nodding their heads in agreement," Sure sounds good-I like it."

"Second Squad." Said Moroku as he turned to look at the forest.

"Team Two." replied Genji as he joined Moroku.

"Shadow-Wing." Confirmed Rasha as he stood between his two teammates and joined in staring at the night-day's subtle beauty.

"Shadow-Wing."

And there it is! I know, more boring stuff, but I can't help it. So I also decide to do something new for these bland ending paragraphs. I will now announce the name of the next chapter; giving this tasteless dribble after the story some much needed suspense! So, coming soon to a computer screen near you:

Chapter #3, Part 2:

Sokaru Sensei

Thanks for playing along, Rasha