Keep Yourself Alive

Raijin had been quick to herd Malachai and Panic away once their assignments had been given, wanting to get started as soon as possible. This was partially because he was bored, but also because he wanted to judge where they were at so he could efficiently determine the course of training he wanted to take them each. Their first day would consist of a melee against him, allowing the man to assess both their individual and group work skills. Just as it was important for a shinobi to be able to handle themselves, it was equally important for them to be able to work with their counterparts.

With the pair trailing behind him, he made his way to a small clearing with enough room for them to maneuver around but still be in close quarters. Ashen didn’t yet have their own training grounds, something he fully intended to bring up to his cousin, but they had plenty of room to make do. He stopped and turned around to face the pair, a grin on his features. “Alright, welcome to Raijin’s course on Ass Kicking. I know you both know my cousin, Hattori, but despite being related we’re very different. I’m more handsome and more fun, for starters, but I also want you to enjoy your training. If your face is going to be shoved in the mud, you might as well have a laugh about it. That being said, I won’t tolerate slacking or disrespect. The things I teach you and the things you learn will, at one point or another, be applied to saving your life, so unless you want to end up 6 feet under, pay attention. Got it?”