Taking in a deep breath, Mystogan sighed. He looked about his chosen training ground. It was a large clearing with short grass, and in the middle of the clearing were three stumps. Sitting on a rock across from the stumps, Mystogan looked about at the trees surrounding his main training area.
It was a thick forest all around, not able to see more than twenty feet in any direction into the forest before one's vision was obstructed completely. A ways away, through the woods, was a pool of water for later exercises. The trees filtered a greenish light onto Mystogan's training area, except for when the sun was directly over the opening in the tree-tops above the clearing, where the colors of the forest would become more vibrant for about an hour before the sun drifted back into the path of the light-filtering leaves.
Tapping his toe on the ground, and the butt of his staffs tapping the back of the rock he sat on, Mystogan awaited his three students, assuming they could all find him. It was finally his time to show what he could do; the man he knew as -Tenzo-sensei had inspired him to do just as he was doing now; to teach young shinobi the ways of the ninja. And, inspired by -Tenzo-sensei's great kindness and acceptance of all, Mystogan had set out to be a teacher who, if he were to ever hear about this, would make his old sensei proud to have taught him. He wanted nothing more than to be a great teacher to many people, just as his sensei was to him.
As Mystogan waited, he looked to the sky and watched the clouds drift along the blue sky, measuring time not by minutes and hours, but by the number of clouds which have passed from one side of the clearing to the other. He was at twenty-eight since he started counting, and he hadn't seen the sun pass since he arrived; he either got there quite early, or it had already passed. In any event, Mystogan tutted his tongue as he watched the clouds, the slow motion calming him as he mentally prepared to teach. When his students finally arrived, there was a lot to do.
It was a thick forest all around, not able to see more than twenty feet in any direction into the forest before one's vision was obstructed completely. A ways away, through the woods, was a pool of water for later exercises. The trees filtered a greenish light onto Mystogan's training area, except for when the sun was directly over the opening in the tree-tops above the clearing, where the colors of the forest would become more vibrant for about an hour before the sun drifted back into the path of the light-filtering leaves.
Tapping his toe on the ground, and the butt of his staffs tapping the back of the rock he sat on, Mystogan awaited his three students, assuming they could all find him. It was finally his time to show what he could do; the man he knew as -Tenzo-sensei had inspired him to do just as he was doing now; to teach young shinobi the ways of the ninja. And, inspired by -Tenzo-sensei's great kindness and acceptance of all, Mystogan had set out to be a teacher who, if he were to ever hear about this, would make his old sensei proud to have taught him. He wanted nothing more than to be a great teacher to many people, just as his sensei was to him.
As Mystogan waited, he looked to the sky and watched the clouds drift along the blue sky, measuring time not by minutes and hours, but by the number of clouds which have passed from one side of the clearing to the other. He was at twenty-eight since he started counting, and he hadn't seen the sun pass since he arrived; he either got there quite early, or it had already passed. In any event, Mystogan tutted his tongue as he watched the clouds, the slow motion calming him as he mentally prepared to teach. When his students finally arrived, there was a lot to do.
I don't know if you care much for the name of the Squad... I just named you after Natsu from Fairy Tail, as Mystogan is from Fairy Tail. If you want, I can get a friend of mine to change the name of the thread and squad; I just didn't want a number because that's too much like the series (but if you guys really want a number, that's fine).