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Arrives at the beach gasping for air from his run in the forest. He takes off his clothes and jumps in the icey water to cool off. Yuki turns around and sees Cho under some trees.
"Hey! Whats up Cho?"

Arrives at the forest after the other shinobi. He sees a female shinobi in a tree and the shinobi he was following in the water before him. Su approached the shore slowly and yelled at the other shinobi.

"Hey, whats your name?"

She climbs down and leaves the Beach.

Yuki was in a shallow part of the water now. It was at he knees, and he could feel the icey water chilling up his leg. He walked pass the shinobi and sits on a nearby rock. He looked at the sand and thought hard. Yuki picked up a handful of sand and began focusing his chakra into his hand, then he balled his hand into a fist to apply pressure to it.
"I wonder... what its like outside the village, I 've never left this place"

Rednal wandered into the area, looking equally lost and absentminded, as if not really paying attention to where he was going. Sure, he checked the terrain, but that was mostly automatic for a ninja these days. His foot scuffed against a few of the crystals that had washed up onto the beach, and out of morbid curiosity, he picked one up. "I wonder." he said, examining it. "Will anything happen if I splash some of that healing water over it?" It would be interesting if it did. Of course, it would probably blow up, but...

Stretching widely, Rednal cracked his fingers, neck, and back before hopping a little ways back and focusing his dark bloodline. A spark escaped his finger, but seemed to lack the capacity to do anything noteworthy. "...I need to train this." the boy grumbled.

After a few moments, Rednal let the lines he had drawn fade away and settled down to work in a more structured fashion. This was a kid's game (though most people in his clan played it when bored), but nobody had ever tried to disguise its meaning. The entire purpose of the game was to assist in the control of the dark energy that was their birthright. One was not considered a true member of the family until they had reached at least thirty lines in a structured pattern. This was usually reached around age twelve. Rednal had managed it at half that, and was the object of much hope for his Clan. He might actually turn out to be somebody pretty strong.

There was a blast of noise a moment later, and Rednal was sent flying backwards as his model blew apart. As the dust settled, the boy scratched the back of his head. "Forty-two... I'm slipping." he said, chuckling. He wiped a little blood off of a cut and drew a jagged line in front of him with his energy. "Practice makes perfect, I guess."