Tei'Bu's Snipers and Support

[Demenyx]

"Tch," Arsenal sucked his teeth. "The sun isn't even up yet. How insane. Who knew waking up this early was even possible?"

It was almost five AM and a youth was walking in Kumo. The youthful genin, Arsenal, rose much early. He usually woke at eleven or twelve, but not today, he had training his sensei, Tokaido, assigned. Tokaido-sensei said to come prepared so he did. He wore his usual grabs, a silver jumpsuit with a shorten sleeve and pant leg, a shuriken design on the chest, and traditional gray shinobi sandals. He was armed with twenty shuriken in a holster strapped to his leg and ten kunai, two smoke pellets, and eight explosion notes in a round rear pouch.

The kid had not the slightest inkling of what his sensei had planned, but he knew Modoka was invited. He looked forward to learning some type of medical jutsu from him.

Arsenal leaped down the side of a mountain, rock to rock until reaching an island-like base. At the bottom of the mountain was mainly sea. Where the genin landed was a patch of land with earth and grass by the mountain, then sand, then the sea. The patch was large enough to be compared to the average training ground. The area was where he met his cell. It was relaxing like a tropical vacation there, too bad it was cold, fairly dark, and on top of that, had to train.

"Here!" Shouted Arsenal from the last leap down. "Anyone miss the witty zinger?"

[TyDie]

Tokaido awaited his genin underling at the training ground, hidden by a sort of makeshift ghili suit in the grass simply watching and waiting for him to arrive. He wore his usual black vest and sleeveless shirt, but instead wore a dark green camo version of his usual pants, to aid him in camouflaging himself in the grass. He had been awake since 3AM, as he was used to doing this kind of thing whenever he went hunting. He held a single kunai in his right hand as well, in case he wanted to take a shot at something, or someone.

He didn't expect Dememaru to land near his hiding spot, though he believed his camouflage to be adequate to hide him, as the boy hadn't noticed him laying on the ground no more than 10 feet away. Tokaido wouldn't flex a muscle, as a single movement could alert Dememaru if his eyes were good enough. If Dememaru didn't notice Tokaido, he would simply lay there until Madoka arrived, at which point he would make his presence known.