It never seems to end in the Hidden Sand Village/Sunagakure it always keeps going. What keeps going you ask? Pain and the will to overcome it two constants that are ever present in the Sunagakure. In the hard and unforgiving sandstorms of the village and the overall boiling hot heat of the village makes living uncomfortable in the village for those who live in poorly made houses. Out of all the major villages the Sand Village is the lowest in not only military power but economic and domestic areas as well. There seems little to nothing to redeem this village in terms of quality and quantity. However Sunagakure has a withstood the test of time for a reason. It's citizens are some of the most rough and durable people in the world. It's ninja though few in number are tremendously skilled and adapt with ease. There is nothing a group of well rounded Sand Ninja can not accomplish if their minds are set to the task. Though not as versatile as the various families of the Leaf or the battle hardened Kumogakure or Iwagakure; they will get the job done no matter how hard it is. We are now in the autumn season and the newest graduating class of the Hidden Sand are ready to be set loose upon an unsuspecting populace. Their instructor Toshi Sanda has given them the name of the Bloody Sand out of respect for their skill. Amongst them are a group of ninja who shall become the stuff of fear. This group of sixteen Sunagakure ninja will be set lose upon the land and will make their mark on this land.
Adachi woke up from his bed to the same empty house as he usually did as the dry and bothersome sand outside beat against his window. He had no visit from the...the thing inside of him and he counted his blessing. He didn't need HIS influence on his mind today as it wasn't enough that sand instinctively clung to him and followed him when he was not paying attention to what was going on around him. Sand....he has had enough of it but he lived in it and it was his only way of defense and offense as he learned from a young age: The sand is his 'ally' and it will keep him 'safe' from his enemies and things that threaten his life. It had many uses and it had saved him from even small injuries but it hindered him when he tried to train his taijutsu. Adachi however gave up on thinking about the sand and went over to grab his brown shirt and short sleeved jacket and put on his shorts and sandals. He sighed as he once more despairingly put on the bottle shaped gourd of sand on his back. His...status as a weapon for the village required him to be armed at all times. The gourd was for show however as wherever there was sand there would be a way for him to fight. Adachi grabbed his breakfast, a stale piece of bread and cheese, and left his house early the morning to wander the village early in the day going to the wall first and then to academy building near the center of the town. He was the first one in the classroom excluding Sanada Sensei. Sitting in the first row Adachi waited for his fellow students to arrive and it was ten minutes later when the majority of them got there. Graduation day...was it supposed to be special? It didn't feel like it but then again what was a happy day?