Armand
The robe covers just one of his shoulders; it leaves the other uncovered and flows down into a tasteful semi-sweetheart neckline. It's a tight fit which accentuates his muscles, but it does so in an elegant manner and isn't skin tight.
His arms have been covered till about the elbows, the sleeves are simply, yet elegant. A perfect combination of grace and style.

The robe's waist is narrow, and it's a slim fit. A obi bow has been wrapped around his waist and positioned slightly to one side.
Below the waist the robe fits snug around him and has a dress style. The robe reaches to just above his ankles and is longer at the sides and back of the robe.

He stood around the academy field - he chuckled to himself; felt so long since he had been here, the days and weeks blended together. It had been a while since he'd turned into a Genin, he'd learned a lot too.

The war was going on so his sensei had been occupied - he was military police after all; protecting inside the walls was what he'd signed up for but these were troubling times. 

Aikura walked to a small wooden pillar and decided to sit on top of it, "So this is what the calm before the storm feels like...," Trailing off as he said it he closed his eyes and began to meditate. Elder Fukimoto had always told him a calm mind would allow his blade to strike true; he needed that now, his edge couldn't dull or that would be his death.
Michael
"ALL RIGHT!" *Ishin's voice echoed through the street.* "You know your orders, patrol the village for any sign of infiltration, and if you find it end it! If you cant end it you will fight for your lives to report back to me. Do not fail me. Now GO!" *Ishin barked orders at a small group of officers and swung his arm out as a sign for them to depart. Once they departed on their respective routs Ishin let out a sigh, taking off his half mask and hanging it on his obi. The mask swung with movement as he began to walk, his eyes scanning nearby buildings for any sign of wartime distress but still people went on their lives like normal.*

*Approaching the academy grounds another sigh left his throat as he looked onto the building. It felt like decades since he was in those classrooms to be a unknown name looking through those windows aimlessly. His eyes settled on a genin and let a soft smile play on his face before it quickly vanished. Jumping over the fence he approached Aikura.*

"What are you doing all the way out here? Dont you know their is a war going on." *He said raising a eyebrow.*
Armand
Smiling at the shinobi he walked over and bowed his head, "I was just around. And of course I know Ishin-sama, I've been to the front lines doing my part... I need to grow a history of completed missions and get stronger so I can finally join you in the military police."

Lifting his head he gestured to his waist, "I have a few tanto's now, I'm going to get a fourth to have you beat. Tell me Ishin, how have things been really? I know the populace is quite worried about recent happenings..."
Michael
"Well we'll be happy to have you among our ranks, they're looking kind of thin with the war effort and all." *With his raised brow still raised he crossed his arms and adjusted his posture, leaning on his left leg he said.* "One up me huh? Well I'll have you know I've just been saving up my Nichi so Jin can build me my magnum opus. A katana to end all katanas." *He then leaned down placing his hand in a position to shield his mouth from prying eyes.* "But that's hush hush." *He shot the genin a devilish wink.* 

"And all in all its been as good as it can be, you know just surviving a war. Trying to keep the grand major happy with my performance. On top of dealing with marshal law." *He let out a aggravated huff.* "Its what the Kage wants after all."
Armand
"I've been thinking of getting a katana but honestly the tanto's are more my style - the weapon is like me if you think about it; small, fast, and precise. Ishin-sama, when you get that blade crafted I'll love to cross swords with you... Hopefully at that time I'm no longer a genin, so we can stand on even footing!"

Patting Ishin on the shoulder he shot him a warm smile, "Wish I could understand all the stress you've been under so I can offer kind words; all I know is this Ishin-sama, you must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway."
Michael
"I mean if you think you could keep up with me I will be more than happy to cross swords with you. But I will most likely not hold back at that point. At that point you will already be a chunin and you might even be a part of the MP so dont expect me to hold back any longer."

*At the mention of letting go and Ishin not being in control his demeanor immediately changed to a more stand offish manner.* "But I want to be. . .That's the problem, I want to be the one in the Ivory tower. I want to be the one everyone looks upto. Juro. . .Juro had a lot on his shoulders and he carried with so much grace, that's who I want to be not. . ." *He cut himself off.*
Armand
Aikura looked at him and unsheathed his tanto, holding his arm out straight he slashed his palm, "Uchiha Ishin, I Hannetsu Aikura will stand with you! Your desires are mine. Your wishes are mine. Should even the world stand against you, my blade will be at your side. And should it fail to protect you and your dream, let my own existence be forfeit!"

Taking a knee he placed his hand over his heart and looked up, "You have my word!"
Michael
*Ishin's eyebrows more or less shot through his hairline as the young genin cut his palm looking down to the boy as he took a knee on the ground and after hearing his words Ishin spoke.* "You. . .Uh. . .Look kid, theirs really no need for all that, you're way to young and fresh to know where your loyalties lie. For now they should stand with the village and its leader. You'll find once you're a chunin and once you've grown a little that not everything may be as it seems but for now as young and green as you are let that tapestry stay over the secret room. Understand?" 

*He reached down and yanked the boy up from under his armpit.* "And stop kneeling before me like some feudal lord. I despise formality except by those in my clan. As the heir I deserve that from them but from someone outside of the clan it's just weird and grating to me. So while appreciate the gesture just calm it down a little bit. Okay?"
Armand
"No. I gave you my vow Ishin-sama, I'm a man of my word - I will stand by it even if you don't want it; I know after I first met you and crossed blades with you that this is what I wanted."

Taking a step back he wiped the blood in his obi, "The cutting might have been a bit much now that I look back on it. But look Ishin-sama, I am the heir to my clan, I understand what comes with it - if you don't take my vow as a shinobi then take it as the head of my clan..."
Michael
*Ishin pinched the bridge of his nose furrowing his brow in frustration.* "I guess theirs no stopping you huh? Also not to talk down to you or anything but you're clan was not here when the village started. It was not one of the ones that took the reigns when it was needed. While I appreciate your word it has little merit when it comes to any kind of sway or promise." *He said in a very matter of fact the way he spoke.*
Armand
Grabbing his chest he groaned, "That hurt," Folding his hands he sighed and looked at the Uchiha, "Do you even know about my clan? Should probably know what you're talking about!"

"In any event Ishin you should take a break for a bit, a good exercise will clear your mind and relieve some stress; i want to see if your blades have become blunt!"
Michael
"I know that you're clan hasn't found a claim to nobility yet other than maybe having more than the average number of family members." *He also said very nonchalantly before his eyes snapped to boy and a sly smile came across his lips. He turned his back on Aikura and began to walk away.* "If you want to test your metal against me so badly come. Know that I will hold back." *His head turned to look over his left shoulder the tomoe of the sharingan now spun in his eyes.* "But only a little."
Armand
"The Hannetsu were born after the time of expansion - without having the hide at night the founders came out; they used the night as their weapon. They took what they wanted, be it an item or life, they worshipped a different pantheon than most. Other gods spoke of peace and unity while theirs spoke of violence and greed."

"Until they flocked in droves to Nora after it's founding. From that day the small group of criminals viewed Asurama as a living God; their village was birthed by him - he united all of these people, as they saw  him as a God they worshipped him as such. With religious fervor the Hannetsu swore to die and kill for Asurama."

"They mostly created shrines to his name - for a long time the "Clan" Had no combatants and only worshipped Asurama behind closed doors."

"In the early days of Nora was when they would gain any relevancy and started creating shrines people could pay to go too."

"This cult remained small - they refused to allow marriages from outside the clan and decided to keep their practices hidden from the outside world."

"Most called them religious fanatics - some even calling them a cult; of course they viewed themselves in a different light and believed themselves to be the protectors of Asurama's legacy."

"It was during this time that the Hannetsu began to develop techniques and a more sophisticated social structure in the clan - during this time is also the first reported time the clan began to practice the tradition of training the first born child in the arts of Tsukikokyū."

"They believe that it is their responsibility to protect the creation of Asurama - the village. They will die and kill for his legacy to go untainted."

Aikura sighed as he finished his quick run-down on the history if his clan and shot Ishin a dirty look, unsheathing both his tanto he entered a low stance, "I've heard stories of the Sharingan, let's see if it's really worth all that hype!"
Michael
*After hearing the spiel and watching Aikura draw his blade Ishin turned around and once again adjusted his weight to his left foot.* "Right right that's all fine and dandy, but are those blades just for show or are you actually going to give it all you got this time? I'm curious to see how you've improved since our last bout, most people who train with me really grow from the experince so lets push you to your limits yea, who knows you might even make me break a sweat."
Armand
Entering his low stance he closed his eyes and opened back up, while he didn't have a Sharingan his sight had always been one of his greatest weapons, grabbing his third tanto he put it into his left hand, holding two in one hand was something he'd been practicing lately it hopefully it would catch Ishin by surprise.

Dashing forward he sent a series of slashes and thrust toward Ishin, he knew the man would no doubt dodge them so he had another idea. Throwing the tanto in his right hand up he tossed the other tanto into his now bare hand and sent a precise thrust to Ishin's chest.
Michael
*The speed, the three blades, and the fancy blade work reminded Ishin of someone. He shifted his legs in a show that he was about to dodge before Aikura found his tanto planted right on Ishin's chest. Though no blood pooled or spilled and Ishin stood back up right. His armor technique not allowing the blade to penetrate.* "You're going to have to be a lot more fancy and creative than that if you want to draw blood on me." *He smacked Aikura's hand away before throwing kick towards his chest in a effort to knock him away.*
Armand
Trying to regain his stance after being kicked away he took a deep breath in, damn that Ishin had the foot of an ox on him! Quickly weaving a few hand signs he began to slip into the earth, "Subterranean voyage!"

He could feel Ishin on the ground, he'd done this technique to him before, he needed to be careful, last time he almost crushed his hand. He was speedy too, he had to be quick when he emerged.
Michael
*Ishin let out a loud belly laugh as Aikura went underneath the ground.* "Aikura. . .Let me show you a technique I stole from a friend of mine." *He placed a hand on the ground.* "Earth Release: Tearing earth turning palm." *He then quickly rotated his hand that was on the ground causing the earth to shatter and quack rupturing up from the ground and destroying Aikura's hiding spot.*
Armand
"Fuck!!!"

Trying to catch himself in the fall he quickly swung his right arm and stuck it into the earth while doing a flip up out of the newly created crater.

"Hiding in the mist technique," Aikura mumbled as he finished his hand signs, using his stealth(b) he jumped back and began weaving new hand seals, he'll use a auditory genjutsu on him, and use the opening to attack. He just needed to finish the signs.
Michael
"Ah finally a good idea, I cant see through the chakra generated mist." Ishin closed his eyes and opened up his ears.* "But I can still hear you. Pitter patter pitter patter." *Ishin chuckled under his breath as his fingers snapped into a blur.* "Fire release!" *He then remember he was in the village and with a sigh.* "Right. . .Village safety war were in one of those. . ." *Looking towards Aikura he waited to see what he would do. Hopefully the genin would give him a good run around.*
Armand
"Matteiru: Konchū no yume," Aikura paused as he finished his genjutsu, this was an illusion of his own creation - let's see if Ishin could deflect this so easily.

"Fuck it," Aikura pulled his tanto, he knew the truth, ishin would easily block this weak genjutsu, he knew what he had to do, he'd devised this technique for when he went into the frontier to fight any rouges he'd come across.

"Sugata o kesu: Yūgure no rakka!"
Michael
*He heard him before he saw them and he saw the blade last as the blade crossed his throat Ishin gasped and grabbed at his throat, turning away and falling to his knees he fell silent, gripping his throat he only let out shallow breaths as he back was turned to Aikura.*
Armand
Getting into the low stance again he chuckled, "Ishin-sama, aren't giving up on me are you? Ready yourself!"

Holding both of his arms outstretched he jumped back into the mist, he could try to hit him again with it, he needed to aim for another spot knowing Ishin he wouldn't fall for the same trick again. He'd aim for a weak spot in the armor.

"Sugata o kesu: Yūgure no rakka!"
Michael
*Ishin stood up right.* "Damn my trick didn't work. That's sad." *He removed the hand from his throat* "Armor technique remember?" *He withdrew his wakizashi keeping it in the reverse grip holding it horizontally to his body.* "Prowling art: Prowling blade." *As Aikura's blade came in Ishin's blade came down and knocked Aikura's arm in the dirt.*