Denen stood before six of the master ninja of Belazir accompanied by many of her peers. The times of her being judged for being a girl, or given strange looks for being an albino were long gone. They were about to be promoted to the next level of ninja, only one more level before they could be done with their training and go on more important missions, and she was at the top of her class. At the level they were at they had already chosen what skill they would specialize in and Denen had chosen assassination. Perhaps one of the most dangerous jobs, because of all the enemies made and the high mortality rate. It was because of this that she had been receiving extra training for the past six years of her life. Though her level was the same as the fellow ninja around her, her skill and experience were far beyond theirs. She'd already been on several minor missions and killed 27 people without being caught. Now that she was up another level she'd be allowed to go on far more taxing missions.<br/><br/>There was something interesting about their way of leveling up. Each master would choose a ninja to take under their wing for their last year of training. However, while 12 ninja qualified, there were only six masters. The most prestigious masters chose first and of course he chose Denen. These were the events of eleven months ago. Denen has just one month left to train before she can officially be called a ninja. After that, rank promotions are given by achievements, missions completed, and placings in annual ninja tournaments--held in general secret of course.<br/><br/>It had been three days since Denen had eaten anything. She sat on top of a spiked rock overlooking a waterfall. Her master would move about in the woods below, and she was trying to keep track of where he was. Whenever he saw an opening, he was to through senbon at her. The one thing she'd had a choice in in this task was the weapons she'd be threatened with. Senbon were her specialty. Denen tensed as she sensed her master stop moving, then a senbon shot towards her head. At this level, there was no going easy. Her slight hand shot up and grasped the thin sharp weapon, stopping it before it made contact. The next one she dodged, as it had been coated in poison.<br/><br/>This continued for another six hours on top of the three days already accumulated. But finally it ended and Denen was permitted to return to the training district where she lived, and eat and rest. Tomorrow she was scheduled for a big mission, she had to get as much recuperation time in as she could before then.