Nice Place to Start...

Wandering through the Reality's seemingly endless amount of land and space to.. do stuff, Skye happened upon the Eternal Desert somehow, immediately being captivated by its capabilities for illusions. Giving a wide grin, he figured it would be the perfect place to start this "boot camp" Maze had in mind... Though he thought he'd linger for a bit more to see exactly what the Desert alone could do.

The sands of the desert began to shift and shape, the dunes alternating and changing their shape to assume a form of an entirely different looking desert completely, which would add to those people who were to get lost in there, since nothing ever stayed the same. The sands blocked out the sun, carried by magic, many illuminating eyes peering from the distance... thousands of red, gleaming eyes, all staring at Skye upon his arrival, unblinking.

They just had to blot out the sun.. it was (obviously) Skye's favorite thing to have in battle. Ah well, he would have to settle for something else, like a way to try out his still brand new Soul Weapon... Progenitus sat on his belt as a retracted knuckle-dagger mostly, as he didn't like walking around in full human form a lot. Yet as he was equipped to Skye's right arm, he became what he was upon first transformation; a large blade that encompassed both sides of Skye's forearm and a sharp, spear-like dagger in front. And now they both waited...

AThe sand under Skye compacted severely, then began to swirl in a whirlpool sort of fashion. The thousands of eyes spread across the desert seemed to belong to one monster, who was circular in shape... with teeth around the inside of its hole. It slammed onto the opening of the compacted sand, joining with it, making the whirlpool of sand going on its throat. It planned on swallowing Skye whole.

As he realized what was going on, and what he was standing on, his eyes grew dim and a bored expression appeared on his face.

"...Yer kidding right?"

He had to get some aerial momentum going, but as Skye leapt he let a wind current form under his feet to ascent above the sand, hopefully getting a better view of what was trying to swallow him, as well as a good vantage point for attacking..

The monstrosity spoke "Why do you come here? You will be trapped in this desert forever, you fool.. I despise tourists ever so much..." The desert had suddenly and instantly shifted... The entire desert was on a vertical plane instead of a horizontal plane, now. Soon afterward, the desert sands became the sky, then became the ground and the horizon... Nothing in Skye's view except sand, pouring from the sky, rushing from the ground.. And this beast was suddenly multiplied. 5 of them, now, each on a different plane of sand. "There is no way... No way.. State your business and you may live to see tomorrow..." A few of the beasts spake in unison.

Eh, why not. What harm could it do telling some sand dude what he was doing.

"Well y'see, I'm looking for a good place to do some hard training with these pups of the village near you.. the Reality. So I was just thinkin' that this place would be nice for said boot camp."

Swiftly, the sands returned to normal and hte monsters all merged together into one gigantic creature... Who in turn shrunk himself to his normal size, which was about 3 feet tall. His head was pointy and jagged, his arms were long and nubby, his legs were nonexistant, since his entire lower torso technically made up the eternal desert in its entirety... The small creature made of sand utterly and purely stared at Skye up and down with his glowing yellow eyes "... Boot camp, you say? I despise visitors... Tourists... The whole like... I, the almighty sand spirit Fislo should be the only one to exist here at all times..." Fislo's torso extended upward to meet Skye at eye level "... Persuade me. Perhaps if there is a good enough reason, you will be pardoned... And I will let you train those wretched, annoying, insignificant infidels you call ninja here..."

He sighed heavily and looked up to the sky for a second, obviously annoyed by the spirit's "needs." Holding his unbladed hand to his head in an almost-facepalm, he tried to think up some reason..

"I'll be punishing a few of them, some of them might be fatal. If you wanna indulge on some meat then can you let me hold this thing, with you as a risk factor?"

Bing! Fislo was excited. One of his favorite passtimes was torture of mortals. "... Me? Punish those little noisy brats? Why, I would love to..." Fislo shrunk back to his normal size of 3 feet "You, sir, have a deal... Just make sure you let me know when you're coming... Unexpected company makes me angry..." Hell, any company made him angry. "... So. I am assuming you will be needing to find the quickest way out?"

"Aye. You'll be getting some kind of sign or other that I'll be here, probably in about a day's notice.."

As he retracted Progenitus to his smaller self and placed him back on his belt, he gave a slightly relieved sigh and a stroke through his hair.

"Thanks, by the way.."

Fislo narrowed his eyes. He was never fond of kind words... Well, that might have been a given. "... Of course..." was all he muttered, closing his eyes a bit. His jagged head started to flow a little bit like fire, and almost instantly, those both were at the very edge of the desert, yet they had not moved. "There is your exit. You may take your leave... I will be waiting." Swiftly, a humongous sandstorm swooped straight down the edge of teh desert, blocking out all sight of Fislo and the desert in their entirety.

He was slightly relieved to hear such awkwardness in his voice as he responded to the thanks; Skye hated giving them out as much as anything. Taking his leave, he began walking straight back to the Kage office, now wondering how to best round up the pups of the Reality..