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Strung high above Konoha's shinobi academy entrance waved a banner, silky and vibrant red, billowing to life with each breath of wind. Its purpose was singular: to honor those who passed the village's rigorous ninja courses, licensing them as full fledged warriors of the village. These children would take up arms against any threat posed, to wield their swords and kunai against and ward off those who might harm others with less strength. The certifying scroll they would receive today was proof of their ability and loyalty to the Land of Fire, their Hokage, and the civilians of their village. It was a the start of each fledglings journey to hone themselves officially.
Beside the scroll came a newly printed headband, weighted with honor and responsibility. Each glistened on the foreheads of new genin, posing as a symbol of protection and, at times, destruction, depending on your alliance. It was truly a momentous occasion, one that most of the the graduates relished. Though class remained in session for the day, there were no lessons to be taught; instead, celebration was held. The academy chunin supplied snacks and praise to their students--especially those that carved a permanent spot in their hearts. Some also quaked at the mere thought of certain students being released into the field, for though their scores may have indicated an ability to fight, each sensei was aware of their students' individual weaknesses and practicality in a real fight. While their combat and tactical skills might be impressive in the classroom, battlefields were a completely different story Violence and deception maintained the possibility to nestle in each mission, hidden just around the corner, out of sight and scent. It was a given that some of these students would eventually get injured in their ventures--and worse case scenario, be killed. So while the graduation was certainly a time to be prideful in the newly recruited genin, it served as a bittersweet occasion as well. But the looks on each graduate's face showed only determination and cheer. Nobody knew quite what lie ahead, and perhaps, at such a tender age, that was for the best.
Called one by one, each ninja made their way to the front, receiving diplomas and forehead protectors, before returning to seats. Daisuke Sensei cleared his throat, his pose as casual as always, with back slouched and propped against the chalkboard. His eyes skimmed once over his class in its entirety. "Congratulations on becoming genin. From this day forward, you are officially shinobi." He allowed a brief pause for the information to soak in before continuing.
"Now, each of you wield individual talents that will serve the village." Suddenly his infamous mischief expression appeared, the corners of his mouth piercing beyond their usual half smirk to a full blown grin, eyes twinkling in delight. Clearly, he was about to enjoy expressing whatever thoughts rolled through his mind. "These talents can be cultivated and strengthened on their own, but eternal solitude is not the way of our ninja. No... As you know, the shinobi of Konohagakure work in teams of three. So now, I will reveal each team, and their respective leaders."
Beside the scroll came a newly printed headband, weighted with honor and responsibility. Each glistened on the foreheads of new genin, posing as a symbol of protection and, at times, destruction, depending on your alliance. It was truly a momentous occasion, one that most of the the graduates relished. Though class remained in session for the day, there were no lessons to be taught; instead, celebration was held. The academy chunin supplied snacks and praise to their students--especially those that carved a permanent spot in their hearts. Some also quaked at the mere thought of certain students being released into the field, for though their scores may have indicated an ability to fight, each sensei was aware of their students' individual weaknesses and practicality in a real fight. While their combat and tactical skills might be impressive in the classroom, battlefields were a completely different story Violence and deception maintained the possibility to nestle in each mission, hidden just around the corner, out of sight and scent. It was a given that some of these students would eventually get injured in their ventures--and worse case scenario, be killed. So while the graduation was certainly a time to be prideful in the newly recruited genin, it served as a bittersweet occasion as well. But the looks on each graduate's face showed only determination and cheer. Nobody knew quite what lie ahead, and perhaps, at such a tender age, that was for the best.
Called one by one, each ninja made their way to the front, receiving diplomas and forehead protectors, before returning to seats. Daisuke Sensei cleared his throat, his pose as casual as always, with back slouched and propped against the chalkboard. His eyes skimmed once over his class in its entirety. "Congratulations on becoming genin. From this day forward, you are officially shinobi." He allowed a brief pause for the information to soak in before continuing.
"Now, each of you wield individual talents that will serve the village." Suddenly his infamous mischief expression appeared, the corners of his mouth piercing beyond their usual half smirk to a full blown grin, eyes twinkling in delight. Clearly, he was about to enjoy expressing whatever thoughts rolled through his mind. "These talents can be cultivated and strengthened on their own, but eternal solitude is not the way of our ninja. No... As you know, the shinobi of Konohagakure work in teams of three. So now, I will reveal each team, and their respective leaders."