Isami Suzuki
Looking towards the man slumped against the tree stump, Isami followed Keita towards her supposedly new sensei. At first glance, she really didn't know what to make of him. His sand coloured hair looked like it had just been blown away by a thousand hairdryers set to the max, and his clothes were even torn in a few places. If Isami had found him on the streets wearing nothing but rags, she would most likely start pelting the man with coins.
Despite his not-so-neat appearance, the man didn't seem unsettling in the slightest. She could sense a bit of warmth to this man's chakra, chakra that flowed throughout his body at a calm and steady pace. This man's chakra was bright enough for Isami to take a certain liking to it.
"Yup! My names Takeo, but it'd be cool if you could call me Takeo-senseo. Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"
Like rippling water in an undisturbed pond, the colours flowed into Isami's head. The warmth she had felt before came from the ripples of brick red and strong earth brown, while the brightness she had experienced came in drops of childish vibrant oranges. The girl could also see even smaller, deep purple droplets splashed here and there, mixing in with the rest of the warmer colours. Although Takeo's voice came in ripples, Isami thought it sounded a bit more… fuzzy.
The sort-of-nice kind of fuzzy.
"Don't worry about introductions either. I already know who you cool cats are."
Pointing towards Isami and the other two Genin beside her, Takeo snapped his fingers as he presented them with new names. Isami could see the orange beginning to wash over as he continued to speak out.
"Momo, Keito, and Isamo."
Isamo.
Isamo.
Isami had no idea what it was, but that name seemed to really bug her for some reason. Isamo. What sort of nickname was that?
"But senseo, why did you bring us here today?" Takeo said, forming his hand into a sock puppet shape. The pools of bright orange and tangerine in his voice had become so overpowering and prominent it made Isami cringe. Never before had she seen so much orange in a person's voice, let alone a fully grown man. Heck, she was seeing more orange in Takeo's voice than all the kids she had ever met combined. Well, hopefully this orange overload would be just a one time thing.
Hopefully.
"Ahh...great question. The main reason you all were brought here today was so I could put you guys through a little test. Don't worry! It's nothing involving pen or paper now. It's just a little race around the training grounds. Let's go about thirty, maybe fourty laps. Light-work. Just stay around along the path and no cutting corners, alright gals and guy?"
Running.
Fourty laps.
Running.
Sure, Isami wasn't exactly the fittest if people, but if she really did stretch herself, she would be able to manage about two laps, three at the max. But ten times that amount? She would probably be found dead in a river floating towards Amegakure. And the fact that her sensei was possibly going to join them? Was he planning on getting Isami killed or something?
Keita and Momo may be more able than me when it comes to practical exams, but the amount of times we were told to run around might just kill us all. The best I can do for the team as of now is trying to think up of a strategy since I'm at such a huge disadvantage…
In her eyes, the test was probably all about preservation. It wasn't like anyone around here had limited amounts of chakra and stamina, and the Academy teachers had made it clear that a chakra-deprived ninja was a ninja with two feet in the grave already. Going into battle with all their stamina soaked up was pretty much suicide. But, if they were going to run thirty laps around such a wide area without cutting corners, how exactly would they be able to continue running? Heck, how were they even going to survive the whole ordeal?
"I have a plan."
A plan. Keita had a plan. If it was a plan that would reduce the chances of Isami falling victim to this test, then she was all ears.
"Please continue, Keita-san. I'm all ears."