Hugh
*Yuki would have her clones take as many as they could fit as well as she would before they would begin following Ume.* "So where do we take these?" *As she was confused at how they were going to dispose of them now as she didn't really know what hte process was. She was still rather young and niexperienced when it comes to things like this, and she just wasn't all that smart to begin with. So she would wait for a response as her and the 3 other clones would stand around her walking slowly behind just in case there was something else they were supposed to be doing with it.*
Carter
"The mound, here." Ume responds, dumping out a large pile of shards onto the collection site. "Someone will most likely dispose of it later. They are too dangerous to be thrown in a land fill." 

She walks back to the area and packs the bag again, filling it with broken bombshells and debris, and repeats the motion of dumping it in the pile. She's definitely going to be sore after this, but at least it's strength training, almost. The dust has gotten her poor kimono dirty, but what did she expect? She should invest in some more practical clothes with her mission pay.
Hugh
*Yuki would nod as she would and her clones would drop off the pieces as she would walk back over to Ume and give her bow. "Thank you, for doing this with me today." *As she would then stand back up straight with a big smile on her face as she was hungry and was going to offer her for some lunch. She could hear her own stomach growl at hte thought of lunch as she would wait for the other genin to respond. She could feel herself growing more hungry by the minute.*
Carter
"You were far more useful. Thank you, Uzumaki-san." Ume bows back, before noticing the other girl's uncomfort. She doesn't usually eat with other people, but that's what people do when they want to befriend coworkers, isn't it? 

She dusts down her kimono awkwardly and looks over at Yuki, "... Would you like to have lunch with me?" She asks, "I have yet to eat today."
Hugh
"Id love to." *Shed say excitedly glad to see that she wasnt going to be eating alone today she would grab Ume by the arm excitedly and begin taking her over to the ramen restraunt she alwaus goes to after a hard day of working.*
Wilbur
```Fresh out of the academy```

Otuki Jubo would find himself surrounded by desolation. The academy in its ruins. It was in such disrepair, that he never even took his exam there; graduating from some unmarked house.

It wasn't all bad though, as it gave Jobu the chance to see it with a fresh pair of eyes. Without bias. That was not why he had arrived today though. He had come with the intention of training with another Genin out of the academy. He left a note taped against a tree detailing the specifics and location. Anyone interested enough would be able to find this place, easily. And find a training partner.

Jobu would put an arm under one shoulder, moving as far as possible to one side. He would also move out one leg as far it could go off onto one side, too. Doing some sets of stretching, the bulky Genin shinobi was prepared to face any challenger that stepped into the fray.
Victor
Hanzo had been there for awhile yet, at the ruins of the academy. He was sizing up the other genin, seeing what he was up to. It was just routine stretches.

Removing himself from hiding, he would approach Jobu with silence in his step, making his way wayward behind him. Hanzo would observe Jobu, waiting for him to finish the prep and turn around to face him. He did not feel the need to exchange words and speak of anything, like small talk. He was here for one reason and one reason only.

And that was to do battle. Hanzo would fold his arms, stoic during awaiting his opponent's next move.
Wilbur
While Jobu would not notice Hanzo while he was hiding, he would take notice of his casual approach. Had Jobu been concentrating, he also would have seen his hiding position too. Nevertheless, Jobu was slightly offended that whoever this challenger was, they must have assumed they wouldn't be noticed. Maybe it was Jobu's physical appearance that led onlookers to believe that he wasn't that type. He was and more; a sensory type.

*"Mind telling me your name, stranger?"* Jobu would ask, standing upright as he now turned to face Hanzo. *"A little weird to stand behind me and watch my exercises if you ask me, but my name is Jobu. Otoki Jobu."*

Jobu wouldn't look too deeply at the other boy, keeping expectations surface level. He was more interested in getting the show on the road, and from he could ascertain, so was the new challenger. The perfect foe.