"Um… Who are you?" The kid with the blue Mohawk spoke up.

Name: Seisho, Koburan.

Preferred alias: Kobu.

Performance: Average across the board.

Temperament: Lacks discipline, but shows some promise in all areas, but has yet to excel in any one area.

Notes: See how he fits into the team dynamic; Mold him so that he can-

"And why are you holding a clip board?" He froze, looking up at the curious eyes of the two young shinobi in front of him. He hadn't thought of how decidedly uncool pulling out a clip board to look at his notes one last time would be; he quickly placed the clip board behind his back and cleared his throat. "Uhm hum! I am Kubaki Yasashik-"

"I apologize for my lateness. Where is our instructor?" The third student finally showed up.

Name: Basariku, Kebimara.

Preferred alias: None; Dubbed the Death Mask by his peers.

Performance: High marks in all areas, though he shows near prodigal proficiency in the art of Genjutsu

Temperament: Silent; almost worryingly so. He never parts with his mask. He is feared by his class mates, mostly through the spreading of rumors.

Notes: I wonder what is beneath that mask…

New note: Not the type I would expect to be late- perhaps th-

"Excuse me… " Oh god, he was doing it again, wasn't he? He was even writing this time! Yasa looked down at the pencil and clip board in his hand, and then quickly placed them behind his back once more. "Are you here to tell us where our teacher is?" It was the girl.

Name: Umeki, Marin

Preferr- No! No no no! He tossed the clip board into the bushes at his side quickly, and the three students watched it go. After a moment of awkward silence, the one called Kobu stepped up, yawning loudly, and turning to walk away. "Well, that does it… The old man musta busted his hip on the way here- I'm gonna go get some shut eye."

Oh god, he was losing them. "Stop. I am here to tell you where your sensei is." The young man paused, and turned, and a quick scan showed that he'd gotten the attention of the other two as well.

Yashashiku smiled slyly, and puffed out his chest, standing in a valiant pose. "Your sensei stands before you. He is none other than myself, Kubaki, Yashashiku! The scarless Shinobi!" In his mind, fireworks went off behind him, and his student's eyes were replaced with stars. They clutched their hands together and bowed before his greatness!

"I've never heard of him, have you?"

"Nuh uh."

His body turned to stone, and his mural made from worshiping students and fireworks shattered, falling to the ground at his feet.

"Scuse me… Why aren't you old?" It was the Mohawk kid.

"I… eh… Pardon?" He was still thrown off guard by their lack of awe.

"Loku sensei said they were taking a teacher out of retirement… "

"That is correct."Alright, time to pull yourself together…

"Then… why aren't you old?"

"that's not important." Hah! You've got him on the ropes now! The old 'because I said so' should finish him off!

"Maybe he just really sucked, so they made him retire early." He turned to stone again, watching as Kobu and Marin huddled together and spoke in whispers that were woefully loud enough for him to hear. Kebi, the masked one, just took a seat and folded his arm, crossing his legs in silence.

"I dunno… He said he's the scarless shinobi… maybe he hasn't been in battle at all. Every shinobi gets hurt, right? It's only normal. He's nice at least… We talked earlier. Kinda plain, though."

That was enough. They would take him seriously or this was not going to work. The scarless shinobi reached into his pocket.

"Yeah… I can't point out anything cool about hi-" Kobu was interrupted by something whizzing past his head incredibly fast, so close it made his hair move. His eyes widened as whatever it was rebounded off of the trees around them audibly, flew in between Marin and him, narrowly missing them, and then landed safely in the hands of the man they had been talking about. He glanced to Marin, who's eyes were just as wide as his, and then to their sensei.

"Glad to see you're finally paying attention." The man had a narrow grin on his face that made a chill go down Kobu's spine. He opened his hand to reveal a small round object… A… Bouncy ball? The man flicked his hand, and the ball rolled up onto his finger tip, where he balanced it easily, and let it fall the side so he could catch it in between his index and middle finger. With another flick, two more spheres appeared, held between his four fingers. " Though you wear head bands, you are not shinobi yet. I still have the power to send you back to the academy where you came from, should I deem you unprepared. Now, do the math… There are three bouncy balls, and three of you. I will be throwing them about, and catching them. You must each get one in 30 minutes, or I will send you back home without a headband. Get it?"

That was it? Catch a bouncy ball? It didn't sound too difficult. Especially because they had half an hour to do it in! Kobu stood and clenched his fists. "Sounds easy!"

"Does it? Lets get started then." Something about their sensei's smile told Kobu that this wasn't going to be as easy as it sounded.