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| - The sun crept on the horizon, as it's magnificent light began to envelope the world, certifying that it was indeed dawn. Deep within the middle section of Konohagakure was a young boy, still fast asleep, clinging to his empty dreams. His nirvana would then be killed, a moment later, by the screetching sound of the alarm clock. With mere impulse, his fist clenched as he tossed and turned to the alarm, and without a second to spare, punched it, destroying his pedestal in the progress. The young man rose up, rubbing his eyes and rose out of his bed in his pyjamas. As he walked, he realized that infront of him were two masked figures, dressed in a grey ANBU flak jacket, black pants, calf-length open-toed combat boots as well as a tanto strapped on their backs. “Haven't you ever heard of personal space?” The young man rhetorically inquired, his eyes still drowsy in the morning. “Lord Hokage asked us to request that you and the other members of Team Juro come as soon as possible” one of the ANBU Members requested, differentiated from the other by his spiky brown mahogany of hair, ignoring the young boy's rude words. Senkai stared at them for a moment as silence covered the room, “Just out of curiousity, why did Naruto-san send two ANBU for me, or are you stupid enough not to think about asking the others simultaneously?", the young man rudely asked once more as he turned around, walking towards the door of his bathroom. The ANBU were taught to restrain their emotions as it clouded their judgement, and the duo were well trained, as few could stand Senkai's rude nature without even signs of anger, the fulfilment of bashing the young boy and shoving his profanity down his throat. However, they remained adamant, only speaking when spoken to, and never once lost composure, a testament to their skill and discipline. “The Hokage told us that you might be quite a hindrance, and that force could be applied by us if necessary.” the other ANBU member answered, possessing long shoulder-length hair that made him stand out from his brown-haired counterpart. “I'm flattered by his knowledge of my skill, and I'll be there, you may leave.” the young man crudely spoke as he shut his bathroom door. “Kids...” the blonde-haired Anbu murmured in his mouth as the two shinobi disappeared in a blink of an eye. Senkai, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea of his rude nature, and did not quite care of what they thought of him for that matter. The sunrise was something Juro never missed, as he enjoyed the subtle beauties life tended to bring. He sipped his hot chocolate casually on the roof of the Uchiha Household; inherited to his father by a generous landlord and old friend of his father's. The house had been renovated and extended by the supremely successful Densetsu, whose illustrious career as a shinobi generated incredible income. But the material wealth of his parents rarely interested Juro, who preferred to just watch the sunrise. The sky turned a brilliant orange as the sun rose above the Hokage Monument, and birds chirped as they rose to carry out their busy lives. Juro slurped loudly at his hot chocolate, as one by one the numerous alarms in the household began ringing. Kenshin's, Hanako's, Danzetsu's, Namazu's, Teishi's, plus Densetsu's, to be exact. There would soon be a scuffle for the bathrooms, as the lively household bustled with life. Juro loved it, that bumbling bunch he called family, but even they could not take the pain of his biggest failure away from him. As he finished his hot chocolate, he caught a strong whiff of deodorant, thus Juro spoke without turning. "One would expect the ANBU to be a little less...conspicuous, no?" The man who had tried a ninja style entry now walked towards Juro, his feet heavily thudding on the roof. If Juro's mother, Hitomi wasn't on her annual vacation away from home, she would have blown her top at the loud thudding on the ceiling. The ANBU male spoke from right behind Juro, seemingly enjoying the view as well. "Juro...I wouldn't try sneaking up on a sneakier rat like you. Anyway, the Hokage wants to see you, and your team." Juro raised an eyebrow and turned backwards, "My team? We just came back from a B-ranker two days back...what's up with the timing?" He asked. The man shrugged, "Dunno, must be important if he wants to see you so early." Juro nodded. "Alrighty. Have you informed my other two lads though? One of them's on a mission to Kirigakure." The man nodded again, "We've already informed Senkai. I trust that you and Namazu will be there in twenty minutes?" He asked. Juro sighed, "Yeah, make that thirty—" but the man had already vanished. Juro got up and leaped down the roof, swinging next to Namazu's room and knocking on the window while balancing on the window' ledge. Sweat dripped off the crimson floor carpet, from the young Namazu's nose as he rose up, before lowering a moment later. “Four hundred and seventy three...” the young man spoke as he raised himself up again with the use of his left hand, whilst his right hand clasped his neck and remained in that position. The young man proceeded with his daily morning routine: five hundred push-ups. Like his older brother, the Catfish of the Uchiha household had already woke up, and pushed itself further in this day than the previous one. Each time he rose up after lowering down, he was stronger. Each push-up was fuelled by his burning desire. His desire to get stronger, not only for his sake, but for the leaf. “Four hundred and seventy four...” the young man murmured in-between his suppressed feelings of immense pain in his shoulders, before the chakra signature of his maverick sensei and older brother grasped his attention in his window. The young boy rose up, wiping his face with the nearby sheets of the bed before approaching his window, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Dressed in merely a grey vest as well as black shorts, he walked slowly towards the window, his bare feet slowly thudding on the mohagony that is the wooden floor. Opening his window, his head stretched outside it and tilted to spot Juro's nearby position “Hey, Juro-sensei... Why're you here?” asked the young man. Juro comically sighed, "Maybe because we still live under the same roof, and keep the sensei stuff to the missions, you make me feel old." He muttered. "Anyway, I'd suggest you get dressed. Hokage wants to see Team Juro in his office in twenty minutes. It's a rush, but duty calls. Hurry! I'll fill in dad with the details, so don't worry about simply leaving the house." And with that, Juro disappeared. Juro rushed into the bathroom downstairs, shoving an angry Kenshin out of the way as he stole the bathroom from his younger brother, citing it to be "Hokage's Orders". His siblings were already rushing all over the place, and Juro had to struggle to rush up the staircase after his shower, almost embarrassingly slipping at the staircase; very un-ninjalike. He rushed through the corridor on the second floor, at the end, where his father's room was. Opening the door, he discovered that his father fiddling with his cellphone childishly in the bed. "Hey dad," he called out, and was met by a grunt from Densetsu. Juro rolled his eyes before continuing. "Namazu and I might be away for a bit, Hokage's summoned us, just thought I'd let you know since we're in a rush." Densetsu raised a brow and grunted again, before letting out a statement, "Remember to take all that orange juice in the freezer, and those sandwiches too." Juro's eyes widened. "But those sandwiches are a day old! We could just buy something at Ichiraku..." He protested, but decided to go with the plan anyway after his father dismissed him. He rushed into his room on the floor above and got changed, rushing back down to knock on Namazu's door. "I hope you're done Namazu! Meet you outside!" He yelled as he ran downstairs, towards the door. Upon sighting his older kin make room for him in the bathroom, Namazu ceased the opportunity, and rocketed into the bathroom, grasping the tap and turning the tap open, not even bothering to check the temperature of the water. This lead to him being brought back to the cold reality, in the form of ice-cold water seeping through his body. The sensation of the cold water in the morning literally triggered what most of his family dreaded and hoped would not surface; his pure unbridalled anger. Namazu went berserk, and rapidly punched the toilet seat until it was nothing but a memory and a pile of rubble. A moment later, Namazu was brought back to his senses, as well as the realization of what he had done. His blood ran colder at the water at the thought of the fury of his mother whe she sees the destruction caused by him in the bathroom. Reality struck once more as Namazu remembered that he was on a hurry. After washing himself, brushing is teeth as well as fixing his hair, Namazu stormed off from the bathroom into his room, kicking his door open and running to his closet. “Almost done!” yelled the young boy in response to Juro's inquiry as he wore his navy jersey atop his white shirt with grey patterns. In the back of his jersey was his main source of pride: the crest of the Uchiha Clan. Finishing of his attire were black shorts with his toolkit strapped on it's right thigh, as well as calf-length black boots, open-toed. Namazu grasped his forehead protector from his bed-sheets and placed it around his forehead, before strapping the scabbard of his katana into his back, his sword silently resting in it until called upon by it's wielder. Namazu, after a single step, jumped out the window, landing outside beside his brother. “Try to keep up!” the young boy mused before vanishing into nothingness. He leaped silently from building to building before reaching the Hokage Residence, jumping through the window in a frontflip, perfectly landing on his feet before turning around to see the others in the office of the Hokage. “I'm here!” However he would enter to see that Juro had already arrived. Senkai was there too, thus Team Juro had officially assembled–minus their third member. Juro shook his head mildly and smirked, mouthing the words "Such insolence," to his younger brother, as the trio faced the Hokage to see what he had to say. Namazu growled at his brother, only to be stopped by a sigh from the Hokage. “You're all here. Good. We have received a distress signal from Kusagakure. However, we are unable to aid them as their current leader, Takayuki, does not want affiliation with other villages. Infact, it is still a surprise that Kusa seeks help from Konoha. The descriptions of the mission are vague, and they merely want skilled shinobi to speak with an agent, known as Code: X, who will inform us more about the other details. Due to the small amount of payment offered, it is safe to say that this mission is C-rank, max. But I can't rule out a double cross, as we do not have clear knowledge of who we're dealing with... Which is why you three were chosen.” Naruto spoke, as he pushed the scroll with the details of the mission to the edge of the table, signifying for Juro to take it. “Senkai. Namazu.” the two stepped closer without further instruction from the Hokage. “both of you are more or less skilled to measure up to jōnin standards. And you both deserved your promotion to chunin rank, and you would provide a proper combat repetoire in case it comes to that situation. And then Juro. You are one of Konoha's best, despite your... Different methods, in addition to not following the rules. You will be the main force for the two in case things get rough, as you wield more experience and skill than the duo combined. Once this Code: X fills you in on the details, you will either accept or decline depending on the scale of his or her requirements. If it falls to B, A or especially S-rank, decline and return back, as they might be scamming the leaf.” Naruto firmly stated, as he turned to Juro. “If there aren't any other questions, you may go.” Juro's brows deepened as he got serious, while he approached the scroll. "This guy Code: X, do we have any info on him whatsoever? I know he's an agent and all but is he ex-ANBU? Does he have any noteworthy background? Notable battles?" Juro asked, deep down he felt very suspicious of the whole mission, especially about the agent. Juro took the scroll up and thought to himself. "A possibility of going higher than B.." He turned at looked at his students briefly. Eventhough the two were skilled shinobi, probably the best of this batch, Juro knew things could quickly turn bad in the open, especially so far from home. “Unfortunately, we have none. For the time being, you'll have to risk it and meet with this Code: X face-to-face.” the Hokage spoke, the grim seriousness evident in his visage. “And like I said... If this guy's demands are too heavy, don't hesitate to decline! You may go...” Naruto spoke in a stern voice. He too realized the potential gravity of the situation, but other shinobi were on duty, and the Anbu had remain vigilant to keep the village safe after Gekihen's departure and treachery. "Alright. We'll get it done." Juro said, beckoning to Senkai and Namazu as the nodded and headed towards the exit. While going down the steps, he spoke hushedly to his team. "Stay vigilant. I smell a trap."
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