#shikkotsunin

The early dawn sunlight did little to warm the ground of the training field and did even less to brighten Genma's spirits. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, his chin resting in the palm of one hand, he barely suppressed a yawn. He'd never been a morning person. Plucking a fresh senbon from a pouch, he popped it between his lips and stretched his back, letting his gaze sweep around him, optimistically seeking his sensei.

Spotting no flash of pink amongst the greens and browns of his surroundings, he sighed. It was probably some kind of test, making them wait for her. Resisting the urge to grumble, he instead cast his gaze over his teammates, pleased to see that at least one of them looked as unhappy about the hour as he felt.

They hadn't been a team for very long, but he knew them both well enough from their Academy days. When his name had been called alongside theirs he'd had a moment of fleeting panic and inadequacy – well, who wouldn't, when his teammates were both descended from powerful clans? His own was small and painfully average, nothing much to shout about at all. Of coursehe'd felt intimidated by their potential.

After a few weeks together, however, those feelings had dwindled to a whisper at the back of his mind. He'd bonded instantly with Asuma – the two of them shared a very similar laid-back outlook on life, and he'd learned quickly that the Sarutobi was keen to shake off the expectations of the family name.

Yamato, however, still scared him a little, and he wasn't too proud to admit it. He'd been a little on the weird side ever since he'd turned up at the Academy one day bearing the Senju name, with his odd formal manners and unblinking gaze. Then he'd grown a tree in the training yard – a small tree, but a tree nonetheless – and he'd gone from weird to terrifyingly impressive.

"Hey – do you think she's late?" He asked, looking between them. Asuma, flat on his back beside him, shrugged. "She was supposed to be here half an hour ago, right?"

"No." Yamato spoke up, standing over them like a sentry. When he looked down at them, his smile was devious. "We're early. I told you both the wrong time so you wouldn't be late."

pinterest sentence starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ And it had better stay that way, the thought that floated inside Karin's head at those unexpected words. The motivation behind them wasn't known at this time, but she had some conjectures of her own. So many people talked about childhood with a voice filled with nostalgia — remembering the sweet moments lived with their parents, the first friendships blossoming in the first games, so many incredible discoveries every single day. The first days were like that for her, living on the road with a mother so loving that she didn't even miss her father that much. Some places were welcoming, few people looked at them sympathetically, and the knowledge of the woman's special gift changed everything in the blink of an eye. Healing people with just one bite, enduring pain and exhaustion as if that was what she was born for, in front of a confused, helpless child. ❝ You make it sound like something bad. ❞ Her answer came after a heartbeat, her expression hard as if carved from marble. Sakura's past was still an open question in many ways, maybe she had a good time. However, her training as a kunoichi also began at an early age.

@shikkotsunin​ asked:  

 “don’t you care about me at all?” Maybe for the hellsing verse if you still have muse? 8))

“Me, care for anyone?” It’s a teasing lilt, but his hand flops onto her head and he ruffles her hair a little. “You’re asking a bit too much, aren’t you?”

“Still, I’ve come to care for you,” He assures. As much as a several-hundred-year old vampire can care, he knows. “You know, as a snack.”

@shikkotsunin​

CALIS sfksdlgksdldskaflks

Mun's bday!

“ah!” she was expecting it would be an elder knocking on her door at this early hour of the morning. the door opens a bit more in front of sakura, yoshino already way more at ease now that she won’t get lectured by a clan leader.