The startling of the three was about as subtle as the Kazekage could have hoped for—better than he expect than he would have received from any other crowd so young, and even then he did not anticipate that their resolve would last a particularly long time—but all the same, he could sense the anticipation that each of them bore for the news. Whether their individual senses of anticipation were irritation, trepidation, or excitement, he did not quite gleam from word and posture alone. Shingen, he expected from among them to be the one most excited at the prospect.
While he was musing over the three of them, some of them engaged in some form of banter. From and between whom he could not tell, with the exchanges passing under his notice as he set his hand on the shoulder of his student. When he whispered to the boy, his face did not change. He was impressed with the boy for managing to have trained himself so well, though he knew that the two of them—between his own queer slight, tight-lipped wry grin, and Shingen's wide grin—would look a strange pair of jesters in shinobi's dress were it not for the effect that his appearance had on those around him.
Shingen replied in a similarly hushed tone, nodding as he did. Kyōsuke lifted his hand from the boy's shoulder.
"Good. Let's make our way there, then. Mangetsu-kun,"
he said to the group, his left hand twitching as the air appeared to darken around him. To his left, in the quick puff of its signature smokescreen, a shadow clone manifested. Nodding to Shingen, the clone continued, "with me for a moment or two as we walk. The rest of you,"
he said, indicating the original, "I have a couple of things to share with you. Some of them you'll find to be interesting."
With that, the clone moved to the edge of the cliff and, once assured that Shingen would follow him, leaped over its edge, flickering away.
The original, moving towards the two genin, indicated the wall down which his clone had descended. "The both of you are much more well-versed in some aspects of what it means to be a shinobi from this village than many of your peers. In other aspects, you are yet novices. The both of you are driven, as Mangetsu-kun is. Additionally, the both of you possess styles of fighting complementary to the focus on peak physical performance and hand-to-hand combat that he is instilled with. You will find, despite his handful of odd quirks, that he will be a more-than-adequate instructor. In the realms that he can not instruct you—the few finer aspects of particularities related to one type of weapon or another—I have another instructor in mind who will do just as well. The both of you possess great potential, as Mangetsu-kun does. I have been able to draw some of his out of him, and he will do the same for you. The rest will be left to you: do you both have the drive to show the world the full extent of your capacity? Do you have the drive to learn the boundaries of your power?"
He paused, to allow them each a brief moment to respond, should they take it. Assuming they both answered in the affirmative, to some extent, he would continue.
"Neither of you have any reason to suspect the process to be an easy one. Even with that knowledge, maintaining your willpower throughout the missions that I will assign you shall be difficult, but you will do it. That is why I have selected the both of you, among a handful of others, to engage in a series of tasks for your village and your country. You will change the course of history with my guidance. The force of will that you will demonstrate to yourselves and to the world will be a tale told to your children's children."
He paused again, to the keen of eye appearing to follow his train of thought straight out of the conversation for a moment or two, behind unfocused eyes. "In any case,"
he said, his voice losing some of the edge that it had held in his monologue to the genin, "I hope to have piqued your interest with one thing or another, for that is much more important than your obedience for the moment."
The clone, Shingen following, proceeded descending the face of the cliff neither particularly quickly nor particularly slowly. He did not engage Shingen in conversation until the pair were well away from the group at the cliff's top. When Kyōsuke did sepak to his student, he did so with a voice that sounded both deadly-serious and somewhat sad.
"Shingen, we're finally on the cusp of it. We have everything and everyone we need to break away from weakness. You're on the edge of what it means to be a shinobi. You have worked incredibly hard to get where you are, but you must now work even harder to bring others there with you. I'm going to entrust you with some of the most promising students the village has to offer, and some of the most valuable genin that we've ever had. It will not be easy, teaching them. Harder than it was for me to teach you—and I'll be the first to admit that even there I took a hands-off role. With these students, you'll need to be more hands-on than you have had to be in the field with the enemy."
He took a deep breath, and looked his student directly in the eyes. "But you will do it. You are the only one that can do it."
Kage Bunshin no Jutsu
Shunshin no Jutsu
Some small amount to each
He seems really spooky