Uchiha Mika/Training Ground 17
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....Flashback to Mikazuchi Uchiha Household....

"Worthless." The voice of the head of the household spoke with pure anger, "You are dishonoring your grandfather." Mika only stared at the man that he was forced to call father. Mikazuchi loomed over his child, physically as imposing as a mountain over a town, a daunting feeling that made Mika's heart drop. Hatred for this man filled every bone in his body, every moment of abuse ran through his mind, and his eyes slowly began to form into the sharingan. Suddenly he felt a tug at his pants, Mika stopped to look at the young boy calling his name. In his baby brother's eyes he could see himself and what he used to be.

.......Flashback ends......

From the bushes near training ground 17, Mika sat in hiding, watching the girls as they fought. Studying their movements, it was his goal to face them and show the sensai of Team 17 just who he was. His sharingan flickered from left to right, watching every punch, kick, and dodge. They were good for kids and even he knew it would be difficult to show off but, it would not be impossible. Team 17 would be his temporary team to teach him how to be a ninja; a fate he wished he could spend with people he would permanently call teammates. Suddenly the girls were spaced apart from each other, a break in the fighting finally. Without a second thought, Mika dashed up the closest tree to the highest branch over looking the training ground. He gripped two kunai with explosive tags attached to them and threw them in-between the girls; the explosion small enough to avoid hurting them but big enough to grab their attention.

"I HAVE COME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUTH OF THE UCHIHA!"

Mika reached for the Fuma Shuriken strapped to his back, brandishing it in hand like a melee weapon, using the bar in the middle as a handle. The sun gleamed upon the blade of the shuriken, shining brightly like a star itself. He dove straight toward the battlefield, throwing three kunai, each aimed at a different kunochi. Using the momentum gained from falling, Mika would attempt to land a strong kick to Lumika's shoulder, then push himself backwards into a flip to gain some distance. The jounin probably already saw him coming, but now he was here to test his future teammates.

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Taka remained largely silent as his Genin introduced themselves, content to observe the first sparks of a team ignite before him as he steeled himself for what would come next. Even so, he couldn't help but flinch as Rashiku's past came to light; it was all in the boy's files, of course, but he knew better than most that knowing something and hearing it first-hand were very different things. His heart went out to the boy, truly it did. For a moment, a flash of guilt ran up his spine, but it was quickly silenced. These kids had come here today expecting to be tested, and he had every intention of giving one to them.

He smiled broadly, taking care for it not to reach his eyes, and stood up, stretching his back lazily as he regarded his students.

"Wonderful! Thank you all for being so forthcoming. A good team must communicate in order to succeed..." He trailed off, fixing the Uzumaki girl with a cold stare. "Uzumaki-chan."

Taka's hands blurred through seals, a crackling aura of lightning enveloping his form, and, in a flash, he'd hauled the girl out of her seat and pressed her to himself with an iron grip, a kunai gripped in his off-hand. "Tell me, Ami, just when were you planning on sharing the beast in your stomach with the class?" A vicious snarl crept onto his face as he regarded the others, who'd jumped to attention with a start. "In case the two of you didn't know, this creature has a tailed beast sealed inside it, just waiting to get out."

He turned to Rashiku next, fixing him with a steely glare. "That was a wonderfully convincing sob-story you gave us there, Rashiku! I almost believed it!" A mirthless laugh spilled across the room, and his arm flashed slightly upwards, aiming the kunai at the vase on the table. "The Hokage tells me you're loyal; I want you to prove it." He shook the girl in his arms, (taking care not to actually hurt her), and grinned. "This thing isn't leaving here alive. I won't risk another rampage in my village, so you're going to kill her. Run her through, and I'll teach you and the other brat everything I know. Disobey my orders and I'll blow us all to kingdom come; that vase on the table is full to the brim with primed explosive notes. One false move and I'll lob this kunai straight into it."

His expression flattened into one of cold indifference. The stage was set.

"Prove your loyalty, or we all die. Your choice, Mist Boy." He let the room fester for a moment, before firing a figid glare at Akira. "If I so much as see you breathe, you'll lose your head, capische?"

Uchiha Mika/Training Ground 17

Pain. That's all Mika felt as his young body flung away the training ground by the esteemed Jounin-Sensai. His mind couldn't even follow the woman's movements and his eyes only saw air. A loud thud echoed from Mika landing on his butt, his breathing heavy; the wind had been knocked from the boy causing him to intake big breathes. "OW! What the---" Mika stopped for a moment as he finally opened his eyes. A beautiful shade of purple caught his attention, causing the young boy to go dumbstruck for a second. A shade so beautiful that he got lost as the saying would go. Beet red was the color that filled the cheeks of the awestruck child. Fortunately that would come to an end as Mika's mind came back to what was important, literally shaking his head to bring his senses back to normal.

"HEY! That hurt." Mika jumped to his feet, one hand pointing at Eri, and the other on his hip, "I was testing my new teammates."

His voice was dead serious in delivery but yet his face had such a goofy grin attached to it. For Mika, this was all a test to see what his new team could do. Now the jounin seemed to be on him about impressing people. A small part of him was looking to impress them but at the same time he just wanted to finally get his mind off things. Suddenly the thought ran through his mind that maybe they had not told the Jounin about him being a temporary member which would make this all the more difficult.

"Didn't the tell you about adding a temporary genin? I guess my dad spoiled that info." Mika crossed his arms and nodded his head to the side as he spoke.

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As he regarded the scene before him, Burai couldn't help but reflect that things had certainly taken a turn for the worst, and quickly at that. How his team had gone from friendly banter and chiding to utterly fracturing in the space of minutes quite frankly baffled him, especially given its suddenness. Of course, the inciting incident here was obvious. Suto-sensei's bluff was interesting, certainly, and the challenge she posed got him bristling and eager to test himself, but it was, at the end of the day, just that: a bluff. After all, teams in Konoha were always made up of three Genin and a Jounin; Had the woman wanted a single apprentice, surely she would've asked for one like T&I often did with his Second Branch cousins. 'Right?'

He quickly shook away any doubts he had. Worrying about such things was patently unnecessary; Right now the important thing was getting the situation back under control before it spiralled any further. Uncle Jou had warned Burai that his teacher might test them, and it seemed as though he'd been right. Burai only wished his teammates could see it. He sighed, mentally rolling his eyes. Tiresome and worrying as Shiori-san and Ken-san were being, this was just another challenge, and Burai Kasei did not back down from a challenge. A frown set itself onto his lips, and he thumbed his headband up onto his forehead, exposing his dead eyes, shrunken, black and in full view of the world. Muted as the sensation always was, Burai couldn't help but feel relieved at the light, cold breeze that fell across them. He cast a piercing glance at his Sensei, making sure to meet her eyes, then strode, firmly, towards Ken and Shiori.

What a sorry mess this was.

"That is enough." His voice was quiet but firm, and laced with the same edge that he'd laid bare to the Hyuuga girl a week prior. With a flash of hand seals, a thick, purple aura enveloped the boy, writhing like thick syrup, and with a flourish of his right arm, a Disintegrating Spear formed around his hand and scythed through the webbing leashing Kenshiro to Shiori. He regarded her coldly. "I'm a patient person, Shiori-san, but that patience only runs so deep. Kenshiro-san is his own ninja, and you would do well to remember that!" He turned, next, to Kenshiro. "Much as I understand your frustration with our Sensei's actions, I'm afraid to say she's played you like a fiddle." He scoffed. "Frankly, I had thought you more insightful, Hyuuga that you are. Tell me, have you ever seen a Genin team with fewer than three students?" He moved to address them both, turning to face Suto-Sensei. "We're a team, no matter how much some of us may dislike it. Moreover, I am proud to consider you both my friends, I do not wish to see something so trivial pull us apart so soon; Regardless, it should be obvious to individuals so canny as yourselves that this is a test." A smile, small and wry, pulled across his lips.

"A clever bluff, Sensei, testing our team's cohesion so! I must confess, it very nearly worked." A dark flush crossed his cheeks, then. If he was wrong about this, he doubted he would ever live it down. "That said, I believe I will take you up on this challenge! An opportunity to test my growth is... most desirable." He fell into a loose stance, meeting her eyes again. "Of course, I'd be honoured if my teammates would help me, as a Jounin is a formidable foe to say the least." He quickly glanced at the others, smirking, before moving his focus back to Suto-sensei, a familiar, excited tension pulsing through him as he anticipated the task ahead of them.