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The squad she had been given had been hand picked for a variety of reasons, each individual person someone she had thought over, contemplated, and considered quite hard before making her final choice. She had taken squads before, more often than not just taking whichever individual had been handed to her at the time, but this time she wanted things to be done a bit differently. She wanted to create a squad that would last, a squad that would achieve great things. To each individual member a Chuunin messenger had been sent the day before to with a single note and instructions to offer up no extra information.
There was no signature, no names save for each individuals name on the outside of the wax sealed scroll. But, this was precisely how the Uchiha had wanted it. She wanted her squad on their toes, she wanted a chance to see how they handled having little to no information about the possible tasks ahead. Would they arrive cautiously? Would they arrive confidently? She was curious to find out.
The training ground they would be using had been picked specifically for its space: while it indeed had the lush forested trees Konoha was famous for towards the south end of the exceptionally large field there was a clearing at the north end that was more than large enough for her to work with: almost fifty meters wide by thirty meters long. In this clearing was nothing more than grass, three old and fairly solid trees, and a few wind and rain worn boulders. Towards the east side of this clearing was an underground spring which made its appearance for roughly fifteen meters before disappearing once more. It had in a way everything someone would need to work with if they put their minds to it.
Amaya herself had arrived nearly two hours prior, having scouted the area thoroughly and prepared it for the tasks to come. At the moment she was seated on one of the thicker branches roughly twenty feet up off of the ground in the tree off to the left of the clearing, her back resting against the tree trunk and her legs straight out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. She was dressed in standard attire: a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt which hugged her slender yet muscular form, a pair of black pants, standard black shinobi sandals, and her Konoha flak jacket. There were several patches sewn on to her shirt: the standard medical symbol which marked her as a medic on her upper right arm, the village symbol on her upper left arm. Her long white colored hair was worn back in a braided ponytail, with longer pieces framing her face and hanging down over her village headband which was worn across her forehead and tied at the back of her head, beneath the ponytail. Finally, she wore her standard weapons pouch around her right leg, well within reach so that she had easy access to it. It wasn’t her standard attire for the village – more often than not she was running around in hospital scrubs or clothing more befitting of a civilian, but then again this was all part of her test.
In her left hand was a medical book, propped open in such a way that she was able to read it while keeping her right hand free; two fingers on the back of the book keeping it from falling over, with her middle finger resting in the center of the binding and her thumb and little finger holding the pages in place so that they didn’t fall shut, especially as a gentle breeze blew through the area and ruffled the corners of the pages. She had the pose of someone who was completely at ease and relaxed, and yet even as her eyes darted across the page taking in the information printed on them she was more than alert and waiting. It was already noon, and she was curious who would be early, who would be on time, and who would be late. Who would be the first to arrive and who would be the last?
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