It was a bright afternoon in the mountains near Iwagakure. Not a cloud in the sky and there were even a few calm breezes. Searching for prey to hunt, Crazy looked around for any game to take down with his crossbow. Laying prone upon one of the rocks, Crazy was wearing a brown shirt and pants which had allowed him to blend in well. Unfortunately today wasn't his day for hunting despite staking out the current area for a while. BUT CRAZY WOULD SUCCEED. Plus if he caught something now he would be able to share it with his new teammates. They could skin it and clean it together as a team.

"Okay we have been here since midnight so can we please leave now. If you really have to hunt something go look for some children or something," Crazu said to Crazy. Smiling at his best friends hilarious joke, Crazy continued to search for something to hunt. "Your such a kidder Crazu. Besides we're supposed to meet our new teammates here" Crazy said to Crazu with a joyful expression.

Giving a sigh of annoyance (not that it was audible) Crazu truly wished he had hands so he could throttle Crazy. For now he would have to content himself by dreaming of the day when he could dispose of not only Crazy, but EVERY LAST MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD. They would quake in fear before them and beg for mercy but he would show none. THEY WOULD BURN AND HE WOULD LISTEN TO THE SYMPHONIES THAT THEIR SCREAMS PRODUCED. But for now he could only dream and wait for the idiot to realize that he wasn't going to catch anything today.

With cold and menacing eyes, Nijaushi watched over his genin comrade Crazy from a hidden alcove in the mountain's face. He was studying him for several minutes before the hunting low-ninja began to talk to no one around him before Nija quickly learned how he'd earned his name sake.

"Crazy," Nijaushi called out not too far from where his teammate was standing, he didn't want to startle the crazed boy into firing his weapon at him so he held both his hands high, ".. what the fuck are you doing hunting out here--in the mountains?" His emphasis on the location was noticeable because most Iwa citizens hunted in the grasslands at the foot of the mountain range, not in the mountains themselves.

Why the hell would they come all the way out here?

Kyojin grumbled and fumed as he pressed on through the low growing bushes and thorn shrubs that dotted the mountainside and filled the gaps between the trees. Kyojin was big for his age, standing at five and a half feet and weighing nearly a hundred and fifty pounds. He was fat, there was no denying that, but beneath the fat were layers of developing muscle that made him firm, not soft. His brown hair was somewhat long, and pushed up by the steel and cloth headband wrapped around his forehead. His eyes were blue, and his face was still soft and childish. He wore a pair of tan colored pants with a a number of zippered pockets on them, which contained snacks and weapons. For a top, he wore a thin cotton shirt dyed dark green, with long sleeves that went down past his wrists. Over that he wore a brown quilted vest, zippered shut and with a collar to keep his neck warm. On his feet he wore thick soled leather boots that went midway up his shin. He didn't look like much of a ninja, but the Genin had passed his tests, so he'd been assigned to this particular team that were insane enough to meet on top of a mountain

When he finally found his team, his cheeks were flushed from the climb, and his stomach was growling hungrily. "Finally found you guys...why did we have to meet all the way up here anyways?"

Perking up as he heard someone call his name, Crazy was about to ask Crazu if he now had a third friend who talked to him in his head when Crazu said, "No there is not a third voice in your head. It came from someone behind you." Clearly Crazu knew Crazy well. Turning around and facing the newcomer, Crazy stared blankly at Nijaushi. Didn't he know anything about hunting? One had to be able to take the animals by suprise and no one would expect a hunter on the mountains. "Because they'll never expect me to be here of course. Who are you anyway?" Crazy cheerfully responded.

Hearing the sounds of someone climbing up the mountain, Crazy assumed that it was an animal. Readying his crossbow, Crazy realized that it was a person once he came into view. "KILL THE FAT ONE AND SELL HIS PELT AND BLUBBER ON THE MARKET." Crazu urged Crazy once Kyojin came into view. Crazu figured that it would be quite entertaining to see the fat boy run away as Crazy tried to shoot him with the crossbow. Sadly Crazy didn't comply and try to hunt Kyojin, instead Crazy smiled and said, "Hello."

"Gyoubu Nijaushi," the boy proudly stated, his surname sure to ring a bell in Crazy's head as one of renowned status. His arrogance only increased as the final member of the trio came up the mountain side; upon Kyojin's inquiry, Nijaushi only pointed at Crazy with a sneer for the obvious answer. The Gyoubu genin advanced closer toward his comrades as an eerie iron sand snaked its way behind him, the satetsu sands sure to catch the eye of his two teammates in the afternoon sun.

Kyojin felt uncomfortable with the way the strange one with the crossbow was looking at him. The little bugger was crazy, or something, and Kyojin didn't like that one bit. The other one, however, with the floating Iron Sand was obviously making an attempt at intimidation. The sad thing was, it wasn't really working. "Gyoubu, is that a fact?" He made a point of looking thoroughly unimpressed. "I guess now all we need is an Uchiha to round out our legendary team, and then we can just jump right to God-hood." He slipped a hand into one of his pockets and retrieved a granola bar. He stuffed the wrapper back into his pocket and took a bite, chewing it up and swallowing as he leaned against one of the nearby trees.

Continuing to smile, Crazy looked at Nijuashi and wondered why he was pointing at him. Giving a mental shrug(which elicited an internal facepalm from Crazu), Crazy wondered what an Uchiha was. "It's something you hunt. I hear their eyes make great hunting trophies." Crazu said to Crazy.

Staring at the sand that Nijuashi controlled, Crazy found it to be cool. "How did you do that?" Crazy asked with wonderment. Sadly for Nijuashi's pride, Crazy did not recognize how well known his family was or their signature jutsu.

Rather than take it in the wrong way, Nijaushi took the fact that they did not know of his kekkei genkai as a sign of idiocy. He shrugged carelessly as he turned to Crazy, "It's my clan's kekkei genkai: satetsu."

While Nija didn't personally like Kyojin, he did like his sense of harsh sarcasm; the Gyoubu genin took a seat on top of a large boulder as he eyed his comrades.

"Our jounin sensei isn't here yet... maybe we three should get a little spar in before he gets here," he smiled discreetly, the thought of mangling Kyojin's left leg being the father of such a facial expression.

Kyojin snorted at the idea of a spar between the three genin and shook his head. Someone wanted to wave their big swinging dick around? Fine, let'em. Kyojin had no interest in it. "I imagine that our sensei did not call us here to beat and maim each other." He fixed Nijaushi with a cold, disinterested stare. "However, if you and Crazy want to go at it, by all means. have fun. I'll moderate." He could already tell he was going to hate Nijaushi. The little shit was arrogant, simply because of his family name, and no doubt he was going to lord that over Kyojin and Crazy to no end. Frankly, Kyojin hoped the bastard died on the first mission.

Giving an oooh and an ahhhh as Nijuashi made his explanation Crazy could hear Crazu say inside of his head, "You have no idea what that is do you?" Giving an internal smile and shake of his head to answer Crazu's question, Crazy heard him groan.

Perking up at the mention of a spar, Crazy wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't want to fight unless it was necessary. "DO IT. Shoot him in the stomach and claim that it was an accident. It'll be fun." Crazu said to egg him on. For now Crazy would watch Nijuashi and observe his reaction.

While Nijaushi did wish to flaunt his prowess to his peers, he also wanted to see what both of his teammates were capable of. As if he didn't already know what big boy Kyoujin could do already, anyway.

"He's right," Nijaushi said, nodding in Kyoujin's direction, "But where the fuck is our jounin-sensei? It's been a while since we all gathered here and they're still nowhere to be seen."

Right in plain sight. Seika looked over the little runts he had been given to turn into a decent fighting force. And joy of joy, he was given a friggin' bloodline brat to boot. He was pretty sure someone was doing this just to spite him, either that or they thought he could train the boy to be deadly in Taijutsu to compensate? Perhaps, Seika was not one to think much beyond the fact that he had someone with iron sand to deal with, one little runt that didn't seem to care about having two teammates, and one that looked like he might be a few kunai short of a full set if one could recognize the term.

He had been bored really, watching where he was leaning up against a large rock. The reason why he had gone unnoticed was simple; a standard mid-level Genjutsu that appeared to cover the user in a veil that made them reflect what they were currently against. Camouflage really. Sad part was Genjutsu was not his bread and butter. Good old Ninjutsu and Taijutsu were, and of course, something far meaner obviously when he got the chance to get into a fight. But alas, Seika was not here for that as he snorted and dropped the illusion with a quick mutter of 'kai'.

"He's been here the whole time, midgets," Seika stated, his eyes the exact picture of a flat expression as he seemed to melt into view. "You can play school yard brat on someone else's watch, not mine. Stow the iron, magnet, unless your offering it up for target practice."