An Educational Experience (Class)

[Miroku Akkuma]

Akkuma found himself walking through the halls of the Academy once more. How often he found himself thinking of the future & those he'd pushed to greatness. The Sage still found himself concerned that the next generation was not prepared enough for what was to come. For this reason Akkuma had become quite fond of hosting his own classes. Of course because he wasn't a sunan technically & his current criminal status meant he often had to acquire students from other teachers. Early on he'd found the teachers to be quite objective to such requests. So he simply did not allow them a choice in such matters. Finding a room that was occupied by a teacher the Sage would smile as he stepped into the room. "Excuse me who are you? I don't think yo..." the shinobi's words were silenced as Akkuma channeled chakra into his body. Using the Anbu technique known as the Body Bind jutsu to stop the man.

"I want you to know that your students will be safe." as Akkuma spoke he removed a syringe & placed a vial of Heaven's Touch into it. "Now you're going to take a litt..." to the Sages surprise the teacher burst forward striking out at Akkuma. "I won't let you harm the..." his words were cut short as the Sage locked eyes with the man using his Reapers Gaze to paralyze the shinobi once more. "Impressive. Your devotion to your students is noted." with those words he dashed forward plunging the syringe into the shinobi's neck & injecting it's contents into his blood stream. Stepping back he would sigh closing the door "Why are...you doing this?" the man said as he stumbled forward eyes heavy from the effects of the toxin. Leaning back against the door the Sage would speak in a tone that suggested he thought his answer was one that should have been obvious.

"For Sunagakure." with those two words he watched as the shinobi collapsed finally succumbing to the toxin. Setting to work Akkuma bound the shinobi making sure to gag him as well. Next he proceeded to remove all of the textbooks from the cupboard placing the unconscious teacher inside of it. Walking around the room he would distribute a book onto each desk as he did so Akkuma wondered what he would teach the students today. All he knew was that it would not be whatever garbage they had been getting taught by average shinobi. If you wanted to create prodigies you needed an Instructor who could not only understand the students but push them. Akkuma was that type of Instructor today he would be testing another batch of candidates. Any who showed potential would be added to his dossier. A tome that contained various notes regarding shinobi of particular note or who had caught the Sages attention.

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

((Topic entered with INPC:Noriko Yuuki and Chikei Takuya))

The morning's sun was soft and warm on her vibrant clear skin. Not a single flaw on her face as her bright blue eyes scanned the village. Pushing her fingers through her long golden locks this girl clearly didn't look like a native of the village. Smiling and winking at a few of the younger children of the village Yuuki made her way through the streets towards the Academy. She was excited to take these courses despite the risks that came with it. Looking at her left wrist there laid the seal that contained her weapon if choice. Despite not having skills as a Shinobi perhaps her skills in archery Could make up for it. Nevertheless she would prevail. She wouldn't be taking this risk if She thought she couldn't achieve greatness.

Finally arriving at the Academy the girl would see a young man from the corner of her eyes slowly approach her. He seemed to have an odd aura but she would pay no mind to him as she entered the building. She thought she was clear until she turned her first corner and he was there. "What do you want?" she asked in a stern voice as she raised her left hand causing a plume of smoke to dissipate revealing a drawn back bow with a silver tipped arrow. The boy chuckled as he stepped forward to the girl. In a panic she let the feathers go, bolting the dart forward but instead of the boy's chest the loud wooden thud would be heard as a log appeared in his place. Filled with anxiety because the boy was missing she ran.

Pushing through the door of the nearest classroom her heart pounding she quickly turned around pressing her back on the door as she let out a deep sigh. She thought the room was empty but apparently she was wrong. There stood a man, most likely a teacher at this academy. Instantly trying to be cool she smiled at the man as she obviously tried to take a seat while filled with anxiety. She thought she would be fine because she was now with a well respected member of Sunagakure. Letting out a deep sigh she felt fine now.

Then he walked in. The same boy that she saw outside and the hallway. He was extremely distinguishable with his dark skin and white hair. The marking on his face was also unique. His dark aura was obvious and earthy. The boy smiled at the beautiful young girl. The differences between them was obvious. He was covered in scarring and his hands were calloused and she was still smooth and soft. She had the world handed to get as he was a side effect of a bad situation.

Tanya nodded at the teacher before walking by the girl. A slight whisper can from his lips. "...I know your secret princess..." Her eyes widened in fear. The boy cintinued walking, without skipping a beat, and made his way to a seat in the back if the room where he sat. His fingers locked and his mouth laying rest against them the boy's reddish eyes glared over at her.

 

[Serra]

Serra rubbed her eyes, as the sunlight easily penetrated her white curtains, causing her irritation. She rolled around in bed, and hugged a pillow close to her stomach, it was going to be her first day of class, and she was extremely nervous about the day. Class had started a while ago, and normally Serra would of have to wait until a new semester, however thanks to Auntie Kyuji's connections she transferred easily. She looked in the old mirror, as she gently brushed her hair. She had deeply missed the feeling of her beloved mother brushing her hair, allowing her to relax. It had been almost two weeks, and Serra still had no luck in terms of finding her father, Miroku Akkuma. All the clues Serra had was a name, not even a picture, as her father did not even know of her existence. For the past few weeks, she had been wondering how her father would react when they meet initially, and what kind of person he was. I'm sure father is a great person, just like mother, she pondered as she checked her school supplies in her white satchel bag. She dug through her belongings in the bag, and stopped briefly when she felt the white box, it was a gift that she would present to her father when they finally meet. She clutched it in her hands briefly before dropping it back into the bag, I'm sure he will like it.

Serra had been overwhelmed with chores assigned by auntie Kyuji, she assigned everyone at the dojo tasks to do, even if they are guests. She was worried about how her classmates would see her, she was an outsider after all. Most of her classmates must of grew up together, and have known each other since birth. Serra did look uncommon, with her violet eyes, silvery alabaster hair. She had inherited it from her mother's angelic heritage. I wonder if I had inherited anything from father, and that if I looked anything similar to him at all, she giggled at the thought.

Her footsteps halted as she approached the door of the classroom. Serra took a deep breath, before pushing her weight against the classroom's door, and entered the room.


[MFY:373]

 

[Kaen]

No rest for the wicked, they always say. Who the hell is they anyways and who said they get to determine all these nonsensical sayings. Anyways, having recently been promoted, Kaen's work load almost seemed to quantify exponentially overnight and it was giving Kaen a headache. It had only been about a week and still no leads on any of the targets on his assignment list. Granted he had been a little lax on the entire situation, still trying to get situated back at home. No sign of Kasen, but she was practically an adult by now and he wasn't her keeper. She would return home when she was doing whatever duties Akujin had assigned, the most likely scenario. What an interesting fellow that man was, him an all his strange feline tendencies, perhaps he would be a good avenue to pry for information on this 'Azusa'. All these time wasting musings while he laid in bed was going to cost him in the end, he just knew it

With an audible exhale, Kaen pried himself away from out under his covers and yawned as he approached the bathroom. He performed the usual morning ritual, brush his hair, his teeth, his... well, everything. That's what normal people do in the morning, right? He was hungry, but there was little time for a proper meal. With a begrudged grunt he retrieved an apple and an energy drink from the fridge before setting off with all the things he would for the day. There were some leads he needed to follow up on today, might as well make some use out of the day lest he incur the wrath of his superiors. There were some reports filed a while back, something about teachers being drugged and classes being hijacked. Probably just some random awol genjutsu backfiring, ya know how these inferior humans can be...

It might have been a while since he last casually strolled through the streets of Sunagakure, but he knew his way around fairly well. It didn't take him long to reach the academy, but time enough for him to finish the apple and down the drink he brought along. Tossing the remains in a nearby trashcan conveniently located just outside the Academy, Kaen eyed the surrounding area to be sure nobody was watching. Satisfied with his surroundings and obvious lack of onlookers, Kaen channeled a bit of chakra into his legs and leaped onto the roof of the academy, taking refuge behind a noisy AC unit. While at first you might have thought him to take on the appearance of a stranger, perhaps of a kid he might have seen during his time spent within Kumogakure, he opted to take on something a little more familiar for him. He wasn't born in the area and figured nobody would really notice, save Kasen but she wasn't exactly around. It would only take him a split second before the transformation was complete, it was after all child's play for him.

The soft pitter patter of his feet casually strolling through the halls of the academy echoed upon the hard wooden structure of the building. It was a little surreal, this feeling, as he never actually got to partake in the academy life. His childhood was stolen from him, twisted and warped until nothing of his childhood remained and only this 'monster' remained. But strangely enough Kaen was ok with this, his encounter with Mother Suna proved most valuable and provided a life altering change within him that put him onto the path of greatness and power. As alluring as it sounded to undo the history of his life and travel along the path of something more 'normal' and peaceful, Kaen quite liked the situation he was in. His future was set and his goals were clear, at least to him. Some might have called him a demon, evil or just a masochistic zealot of Mother Suna, he was none of those things. In reality it was much more complicated than that. What others might consider immoral or unjust, it was simply his nature to feel and act the way he did. You wouldn't call a sandwyrm a murderer for killing another animal for sustenance, would you? I thought not. It's not so different with Kaen, just with a few more strings attached is all...

He quickly found himself in front of billboard of sorts, numbered classrooms, directions going every which way. This place was bigger than he anticipated... With a shrug he picked a random one, he had no clue just how much fate was smiling upon him this day. He quickly located the room in question and peeked in. Within was someone who he could only assume was the 'teacher' for the day and a few other students, 3 to be exact. Two had already found a seat while the third was still in limbo seemingly unable to decide on a seat. What an interesting bunch these people. He thought to himself for a moment before fully entering the room. The common folk were almost interesting to behold, if you looked at them in the right light. They were the ants and Kaen was the kid holding the magnifying glass, he just had to be sure he didn't burn them up with his fiery gaze. He decided to take a unique approach to his newfound guise of 'Kid Kaen' and approached the front of the classroom. He wasn't entirely sure how kids acted these days, or any day for that matter. Most of his experiences with children pertained to that lab so many years ago.

Shaking the thought from his mind, he proceeded forward with his strange but surely to be interesting plan of action. With one of those cliche' closed eye smiles, Kaen did his best cool/friendly kid impression. "Yo, the name's Kasai. I'm new here, so let's make it interesting!" What the hell was that... Kaen cringed internally as he forced his mouth open wide to reveal his razor sharp teeth, perhaps he should have made those look normal... To late now! With that Kaen took a seat near the back, opting to take a corner seat furthest from the door. He aimed to make sure nobody had his back, call it paranoia, he called it training. Kaen took his seat 'eagerly' awaiting instruction from his teacher, perhaps 'Kid Kaen' might make a few friends this day...

[OOC Entered topic/class disguised as a younger version of myself]

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

The door burst open as the first of his students entered quickly shutting the door behind them. Akkuma had been pursued enough times & hunted more then enough prey to know the sign of someone on the run. 'Curious.' he thought to himself newly acquired fox-ears twitching with surprise at her entrance. Giving her a slight nod he would remove a black book from his robes open it & jot down a quick note about the girl having noted the seal upon her wrist. Her features showed little sign of the influence of local genetics & lifestyle. Moments later a young boy with an ominous aura entered the room. Akkuma nodded back at the young boy watching him intently as he chose his place & stared intensely at the girl. Unlike the girl this boy was clearly a sunan & the darkness about him intrigued the Sage. 'This class looks like it'll be interesting already.' he thought with a smile due to the clear intensity between the two already present. When the next student entered Akkuma froze there was something about the girl that seemed familiar. She stood in the entrance to the room his eyes frozen on her. How that young girl reminded him of a being he'd once known in a land far from this desert.

Finally the last 'student' entered & Akkuma knew instantly there was something off about this one. His gaze slid from the girl to the young sharp tooth 'boy' who announced his entrance with an awkward enthusiasm. Akkuma didn't know why someone would enter the school under transformation. Were they here for him? Maybe they were here for the students. Taking a seat in the back the boy & watching. Part of him wanted to break the shinobi's transformation. But until he knew more about this being he would have to bide his time. He'd have to do his best to ensure that the shinobi didn't realize the jig was up. Five white fox-like tails moved behind the Sage with excitement. It seemed today truly was going to be an interesting class. If only he knew just how interesting the events that would take place in this class would be. Moving his gaze back to the young girl before him he would look down at her. Her features didn't show any sign of sunan genetics & lifestyle. "Now class you'll find me different to most of your other Instructors. I am Lord Akkuma Head of the Miroku Clan." he would say with a warm smile.

That crimson orb & it's diamond-like counterpart scanned the room monitoring their reactions. How would they feel knowing they were going to be taught by the infamous demon who'd earned quite the reputation already. Said to have been a being who was the Head of a cursed clan of shinobi who were marrying into the Toraono. "Now class no doubt you're expecting to be using those useless textbooks in front of you. That will not be the case today. The subject covered in today's class shall be Kinjutsu. Are there any questions?" he would say awaiting for the students to respond. Little did he know that one of these students was going to give him one of the biggest surprises in his life. How peculiar it was that of all the days Fate had chosen this particular time & day to bring them together. Today it seemed would not be a learning experience just for the students but Instructor as well. From the Sage was an odd duality of an Aura. There was an unmistakable aura of deathly energies coming from the man, to those who could sense such things one would feel the demonic energy of his lineage. So much had he changed himself that the man before them was now indistinguishable from his old self. Save for that mismatched gaze of his for the Onyamuji & crimson eye were quite unique features.
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[Chikamatsu Shin]

((OoC: life is kinda hectic and seeing as I'm in this thread with my NPCs it's not too high on my priority list. I'm sorry I am not as active at the moment as I would like to be, but please continue this thread. My characters this time around will just be sitting and listening this round))

 

[Serra]

As Serra's asserted her weight onto the door knob, it forcefully opened, and she barged into the room. Her eyes immediately were drawn to the light, penetrating the windows of the classroom, before her sight landed on her instructor of the day. Her immediate reaction was thinking how it would feel to touch his fox like ears, and that if they were comfortable. His ears twitched as she studied them, before noticing the aura surrounding the teacher. Serra had always been blessed with noticing the aura of a person, and can tell based on them if they meant any malice. The aura of the man was dark, she had never seen something quite like it before, it was the complete opposite of her dear mother's. However, Serra did not feel threatened by his suffocating aura, but instead felt safe with the person. Her senses told her that she could trust this person in front of her, even though she had no idea who he was. She saw her own reflection in the eyes of the man, realizing that he was also studying her carefully, his eyes burning into her own. The fox like man's intense gaze was interuppted by the arrival of a red haired boy, who looked around the same age as her. The red haired boy smiled, revealing sharp teeth, and introduced himself to the class, before taking a seat in the back.

"Now class you'll find me different to most of your other Instructors. I am Lord Akkuma Head of the Miroku Clan." Akkuma said, causing Serra to freeze her thoughts. Akkuma Miroku? Could he possibly be my father? But he looks nothing like the pictures my mother had shown me in the past! I don't recall him being a kitsune either..maybe Akkuma is a common name around here? Serra fidgeted with her thumbs, unsure of what to do.

"What is Kinjitsu?" Serra raised her hand, genuinely unaware of the topic. After all, she had been sheltered all her life, and never experienced any jitsus of any kind.

[MFY:341]

 

[Kaen]

Kaen's child like eyes widened suddenly before retracting to their original size. No need to overreact, it's no big deal. You just happened to instantly find the exact person you were looking for... Mother Suna blessed him this day, he would need to give her much praise and adoration later in thanks for this bounty. Kaen quickly regained his composure and sat up in his seat upon hearing todays subject. Truth be told Kaen wasn't exactly that knowledgeable when it came to academics, he instead was quite adept in the ways of what some might call 'street smarts'. Having the history that he did, he was not afforded the privilege of being classically trained in a academy scenario. Though he wasn't completely stupid, he picked things up as he went, Anbu afforded him more knowledge even. He heard a little about kinjutsu, just not any specifics on how to attain them.

The little girl with the pure white hair was quick on the gun, raising her hand first. "What is Kinjitsu?" Kaen, for the most part, knew the answer. But blurting it out would only give rise to suspicions. Instead he opted for another path, one attempting to pry into this 'teacher's' qualifications. Kaen raised his hand as well, seemingly because the girl's reaction seemed to give him the impression that was how one got permission to speak in class. "Isn't Kinjutsu forbidden, banned even from being taught?" Kaen then lowered his hand and began to tap on his 'apparently' useless book. Man school was pretty boring if this was it, I mean... Aside from the fact that this individual was posing as something he was not. But who was he to talk, he was posing as a small child. But surely with Akkuma being the instructor, things were sure to get interesting. Or at least it should, his superiors would have sent an Anbu of Kaen's caliber to bring him in for no reason, right?

 

[Mitsunari Akagi]

Knock Knock..., the sound repeated, Knock, Knock..., the repetition continued. Slowly, Akagi's eyes peered open as he heard the fourth or fifth knock. His vision was glazed and his senses nulled, not able to move he sank back into bed. "WAKE UP! YOU ARE ALREADY LATE!" With a jolt Akagi's eyes shot open as his senses refined. Oh shit, the thought rang out in Akagi's mind, having completely forgot about class after being consumed by training, Akagi wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked for any clothes to put on and to speed out. Akagi scanned his rather small room, which wasn't that furnished. Akagi's room was decorated with nothing colorful and nothing unique, just training equipment and the essentials. His bed lied low to the floor which upon entering the room could be found along the left wall with a closet and dresser perpendicular to his bed. Parallel to his door was a window that had two wooden grate flaps that opened and closed at the breeze of the wind. Near his window was all of his training equipment, from wrist and ankle weights to a wooden dummy that had been patched up multiple times. Passing his eyes over his training gear to his closet, he saw a black jacket with a fur lining at the collar along with a short sleeve shirt that had a Sunagakure pattern on it. Leaping up from his bed, Akagi sprinted yelling back to the voice, "I AM GOING NO WORRIES!". Grabbing his shirt and sliding it on, along with his jacket, he looked down to see his harem tight around his waste and sandals not to far away from him. With a quick and sleek movement, Akagi had slipped into his sandals and was parallel to the window. "I'm heading out, See Ya Dad!" with a look of confidence, Akagi sprinted toward his window closing his eyes and feeling a strange reflexive aura around him leaping straight into the wall.


The sun and breeze caught his face immediately as Akagi opened his eyes and was now leaping onto the sandy ground outside of his house, a smile etched across Akagi's face as a warping chakra died away. Landing with a grunt, sliding on the top of the sand for a moment, Akagi quickly got a grip with his sandals and began to run torward the Academy. Akagi could tell he was already late judging by the number of people outside their homes. Running through the residency Akagi quickly realized a coat was a bad idea to be wearing at a time like this, but he unfortunately had no time to take it off and had to continue running. After a few minutes of running, Akagi finally came to a halt to see the Academy not to far away from where he stood. "Not to much farther now, just a bit more and I might make it in time to catch the beginning of the lecture," Speaking fast as he resumed his run toward the academy. Akagi approached the entrance and ran up into the foreign building which he had never been inside before. Completely having forgot his classes and their location, Akagi looked to his instincts to guide him. Choosing a direction that Akagi had heard noise coming from he followed it down a hall that had only one voice speaking, a teacher no doubt. Approaching the door he heard the teacher begin to speak again, "Now class no doubt you're expecting to be using those useless textbooks in front of you. That will not be the case today. The subject covered in today's class shall be Kinjutsu. Are there any questions?"Akagi thought to himself, I am late... shit, I guess I will just have to suck it up, because I am gonna need this later... With a deep breath Akagi would put on a confident smile with a hint of embarrassment and enter room. As he entered, a girl's voice would catch his ear and draw his attention as she spoke softly, "What is Kinjitsu?" Having walked in after her question Akagi felt like he had very much interrupted the session yet he had not caught the attention of the class just yet as a sharp toothed kid responded to her question, "Isn't Kinjutsu forbidden, banned even from being taught?" Noticing how no one noticed him Akagi walked to the center of the room and sat down letting out a brief, "Sorry for being late, I am not usually like this..." Resting his hands on his desk and trying to avoid eye contact with anybody Akagi was simply embarrased and was so uncomfortable he began to give off a very subtle warping energy.

(OOC, sorry I am late to this thread, I hope im not encroaching!)

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

That girl who stood before him reminded him so much of Sakuya asked him what Kinjutsu were. While she did so a student opened the door after arriving late. Not surprisingly the impostor going under the guise of 'Kasai' was aware of Kinjutsu saying they were forbidden & were banned from being taught. Those words caused a sly grin to spread across his lips perhaps the shinobi was testing the waters to see if the foreigner knew he was about to teach a crime. Meanwhile the new arrival apologized for being late & that mismatched pair of eyes held the boy in his gaze. "Don't make a habit of it. It's poor form for a shinobi to arrive late." he would say giving the boy a nod. With a wave of his hand he'd exert a small burst of wind chakra closing the door. It would be bad enough that one fully fledged shinobi was aware of what he was doing, he didn't want anyone else interfering.

Turning his gaze back to the young girl before him he would say "Kasai is quite right Kinjutsu are Forbidden Arts. Due to the dangerous nature of these techniques. Because of this it is forbidden to practice them..." he would say with a smile to her before turning his gaze to the rest of the class. Eventually his gaze would come to rest on Kasai as he continued to speak. "However this is not the case in all Nations & Organisations who use chakra capable individuals. I am surprised you know of such things Kasai. It does raise concern about the company you might be keeping outside of class." he would say to the class & Kasai was he onto the shinobi? Or was he simply saying what any teacher would? Once more moving his gaze to the young girl who reminded him of Sakuya with a warm smile he'd motion for her to take a seat. "Take a seat anywhere you'd like dear." After saying this he would turn around to the board writing upon it two words. 'Dark Sage' to any who knew these were practitioners of some of the most taboo shinobi arts.

With these two words he would turn to face the class. "Unlike my peers I do not believe these arts should be hidden from you. It's my belief that we would be failing you to do so. For during your shinobi careers you will encounter individuals & forces who do not constrain themselves to the standard shinobi arts. Remember this students 'Poznanie je moc' it means knowledge is power." he would say calmly for he doubted any of them would know the language of his demonic kin. Effortlessly he would proceed to go through a series of handseals that would be unknown to most of those present. Upon completion five hooded figures would raise from the earth. Sleeved robes covered their hands & their faces were hidden by the hoods. But if one looked close enough they would see the signs of decay upon the fingers of these hooded figures. "For example class I myself practice Kinjutsu. Those like myself who often practice this particular branch are called Dark Sages. Would anyone care to take a guess as to why we are called this?" he would ask the class, those five fox-like tails swinging behind his back calmly.

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Everything in the class started happening right after another. A few more students entered the room giving the grand total of five, but there was only one other girl. Yuuki let out a sigh as she was rather disappointing to see that most of her class were guys. Boys at this age were idiots, and she was used to a certain life style of class and glamour, something most boys from ninja families probably couldn't even imagine. Letting out a sigh she would gaze around the room before remembering that there was that one kid in the corner. Hesitantly she turned her head slightly to peer back at the boy with the white hair. He seemed to be preoccupied by the lesson before them. Fortunately for her that meant she was safe from him, for now at least. A quick blush slipped her face as she turned back and got a clearer view of the newest arrival, but this was neither the time nor place for such things, so instead she would try and chime into the class. "That's disgusting."<i></i> The comment was blunt but honest. The decaying flesh wasn't a pleasant sight to see. Looking back around the class room to see if anyone else had the same kind of reaction should would continue to provide honest commentary. "I can see you like your rotting things, but what does this have to do with us academy students?"<i></i> Once again, her point was valid, but blunt. She didn't really care if she offended their sensei as she wanted to know, and the look on her face would reflect just that. She had asked the question for a reason after all.

"...Probably because you may run into things like this, princess."<i></i> With his hands interlocked and his elbows on his desk the dark skinned child would speak. "Life isn't all fun and games."<i></i> He gestured with his head towards the man before them. "Dark Sages like him go through our Red Lights District picking up bodies for all different reasons."<i></i> His darker eyes filled with sullenness glared at the teacher. "Isn't that right, Miroku?"<i></i> The boy shifted his weight to sit up right to correct his posture. Eyes still gleaming, meeting the mismatched orbs of his sensei's show no sign of fear, despite not knowing he was staring into the eyes of a demon.

 

[Serra]

Serra's eyes lit up when the brown haired boy stumbled recklessly into the classroom, interrupting her question mid way. She raised an eyebrow, and judged the boy in her head. Must be another one of those slackers, she giggled to herself. Serra nodded her head as the instructor of the day, chastised the boy, telling him to not make a habit of it. As It's poor form for a shinobi to arrive late to class. The teacher waved his hand, and a force of wind slammed the door shut. Serra stared in awe at the teacher, and the door that was closed by purely chakra.

Serra blushed as the teacher revealed a warm smile to her, for some reason he felt oddly familiar, even though she has never met him before. "Take a seat anywhere you'd like dear." He said, motioning her to sit down. Serra complied gratefully, and sighed of great relief when she sat down on a chair, gently placing her bag on top of her desk. The teacher started writing words on the board.

Dark sage? What is that? Serra pondered to herself, as she curiously stroke her non existent beard. Serra instinctively covered her mouth and looked away in disgust, as she realized the rotting flesh.

 

[Mitsunari Akagi]

Setlling down in his seat, Akagi would raise his attention to his teacher who scolds him on being late. Sighing, Akagi would pay close attention to the teacher, blurring out the rest of the class making sure to focus on the lesson at hand. Slouching back into his chair and putting his hands in his pockets, Akagi would be comfortable but still present. His attention was concentrated on the lesson at hand, as the teacher began to respond to an answer given by a student. The subject was kinjutsu which was a foreign subject to him as he had no prior knowledge of it, since it was a forbidden technique. After questioning Kasai, the sharp toothed boy, on the people he hangs around outside of class as if suggesting there was more to him that met the eye. Having missed the first part of the lesson, Akagi kept his eye on the teacher, as the girl who had been standing sat down while the lesson resumed.


His hand streaked across the board writing down something relating to most likely the lesson at hand, Dark Sage. Thinking to himself Akagi connected the dots that this word must relate to Kinjutsu in some way, but not sure how. Facing the class now the teacher would address the entire room, "Unlike my peers I do not believe these arts should be hidden from you. It's my belief that we would be failing you to do so. For during your shinobi careers you will encounter individuals & forces who do not constrain themselves to the standard shinobi arts. Remember this students 'Poznanie je moc' it means knowledge is power." This lesson was taking a quite the turn, as the teacher formed quick handseals that looked ever so graceful. Watching the hooded figure's rise, Akagi was shocked, thinking to himself how such a gross jutsu existed. Looking closer Akagi could see the decaying flesh underneath the robes sleeves. Not typically the person to be squeamish Akagi winced a little at the hands but resumed to slouching as the proctor of the lesson continued. "For example class I myself practice Kinjutsu. Those like myself who often practice this particular branch are called Dark Sages. Would anyone care to take a guess as to why we are called this?" With this information he took a double take thinking to himself, How could a teacher practice a forbidden art? Wouldn't that mean he would be forbidden from teaching? This doesn't add up but he is our teacher, so who knows. Relaxing his shoulders Akagi peered on and avoided answering the question and waited for someone else to answer. Keeping his mouth shut was his main goal for now, since he was already embarrassed enough about being late, answering a question and getting it completely wrong would just add wood to the fire.

[OOC: So I saw Kaen was taking a break from NC, I am not sure when he will come back as he stated it could be years, I hope this isn't a big deal]

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

Kasai remained quite after the Sages words perhaps the impostor had realized they'd said to much. For they chose to remain silent for the rest of the discussion. That girl he felt some unknown bond too took her seat. Meanwhile the class intently watched until most of them realized what stood before them. A look of disgust appearing upon their faces as they saw the rotting flesh. Akkuma would chuckle at their reactions they would have to get used to death soon enough. One of his pupils asked what it had to do with them but before he could answer the student who seemed to have an issue with the girl responded. The Sage listened intently to the boys words his lip curving into a thin sinister smile. "Indeed they do...though their numbers have seen a significant drop since my arrival to the village." he would say implying two hings. The first being he was not from this village & the second he'd been hunting those who preyed on the denizens of the district. Often he entertained himself by hunting those who would prey on the weak in the district. This was his village now & he saw himself as the only one fit to be the monster it needed.

"Now what you see here are the rudimentary versions of reanimation. While in numbers these creatures can be quite useful they serve a greater purpose..." performing another set of blinding handseals. With a gesture to the corpse closest to him they would see shadow tendrils encircle the corpse. In a matter of seconds this whole act had been completed & standing before the class in the zombies place would be what appeared to be a living shinobi. But appearances could be quite deceptive as they would learn throughout their shinobi careers. Snapping his fingers he would make the other corpses vanish leaving only Satoshi standing beside him. The Nara scanned the class before turning to face Akkuma. "Isn't this a surprise." he would say turning his gaze back to the class. Thinking to himself that perhaps there was hope for the demon after all.

"Class this is Satoshi..." the Sage would say as the resurrected shinobi bowed deeply. "..one of my old comrades." he would say to the class that smile widening. Turning once more he would write on the board the following. 'A Dark Sage is someone who has power over death itself. Capable of resurrecting the Dead & scribing Curse Seals. Forbidden because it perverts the natural order.' turning back to the class he would speak once more. "Worry not children I acquired my particular skillset with the approval of the last Mizukage Kasumi Masa. So you have no need to fear me I serve Sunagakure now." with those words he would scan the class one last time before saying. "Any questions before we move on?" he asked them with a warm expression upon his face. Although how welcoming could he seem now they had begun to understand the type of being he was. Leaving that little note on Curse Seals on spoken about for now.

[OOC: It'll be fine we'll just rp him in the corner silently observing]

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Kinda freaked out the young girl named Yuuki would lean back in her seat after not only getting yelled at by a fellow student but the fact that the teacher apparently kills evil doers. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a brief moment to try and collect her thoughts. Meanwhile Takuya listened intently. He wanted to learn more about these forbidden techniques and cursed seals. Perhaps he would be able to learn one of these and finally prove his worth to his peers. But for now the two would sit and listen as their instructor carried on the lesson.

((OoC: Idk why but I wasn't feeling that creative mojo for this round. hopefully it'll be back for the next round))

 

[Mitsunari Akagi]

The sensei spoke in a very calm manner despite the situation. To Akagi this was extremely strange, as he had never seen a reanimation jutsu before. Lying his head in his hand Akagi became more and more relaxed as the session went on, finding more comfort in the fact that the reanimated dead were not hostile. With this closure being given, the teacher would answer the question the one of the students had with a cryptic and menacing smile, "Indeed they do...though their numbers have seen a significant drop since my arrival to the village." Realizing quickly that the situation still might be dire, Akagi tensed up a slight bit as the teacher inferred he wasn't from the village, and after a few moments Akagi caught on that he was doing some good in the process. Letting his shoulders loose as the teacher continued, "Now what you see here are the rudimentary versions of reanimation. While in numbers these creatures can be quite useful they serve a greater purpose..." He focused his attention to the teachers hand seals that were a blur to the untrained eye. Mesmerized and inspired by their speed, Akagi one day hoped to achieve a speed like that with such grace and elegance. Once the hand seals concluded a gesture toward the corpse led to dark and void like tendrils encircling the body on the table, and in a matter of moments a shinobi stood before them in the corpses place. Just now noticing that the other figures standing around the corpse were also gone.


"Class this is Satoshi..." the teacher spoke as the shinobi bowed, "..one of my old comrades." Now comfortable, Akagi leaned forward into his desk, deeply intrigued. Not that any of the death stuff fascinated him, however the level of complexion is what caught his attention. Turning his back to the class the Sage began to write on the board, 'A Dark Sage is someone who has power over death itself. Capable of resurrecting the Dead & scribing Curse Seals. Forbidden because it perverts the natural order.' Slowly understanding the concept, Akagi yielded no questions as he was thoroughly paying attention and had not glossed over any details. Still concerned about the fact that it was a forbidden technique and yet a teacher was allowed to use it, the thirst for the reason would be quenched. "Worry not children I acquired my particular skillset with the approval of the last Mizukage Kasumi Masa. So you have no need to fear me I serve Sunagakure now." and with this tidbit of information Akagi was now willing to ask a question that had piqued his interest as he went over the line on the board, I do have one question. I wanted to ask about the curse seals bit... pointing at the board, I would just like to know what a curse seal actually is. Akagi spoke with an interested expression on his face, ready to indulge in the class.


(OOC: Looks like the class is dropping like flies, Serra also quit NC in total for Maplestory, so I just assumed to go ahead and move up in the rotation.)

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

The students each reacted as was to be expected to his summons, although they all seemed intent on listening to his words. While it may have been a graphic lesson. It would be one of the most important ones of their lives. His entire class sat there silently observing as he explained what was happening. When he dropped the little bit of information about how he acquired his skill set it seemed some of the class felt more inclined to open up to him. His student who was giving of the subtlest of warping energies said he had a question. Akkuma would give him a nod as he continued to ask what a Curse Seal was. A thin smile slid across the Kitsune's face he knew one of them would be curious. "That's a good question...as you'll find many shinobi who have these seals." he would say his gaze holding the student before him.

"Fuuinjutsu covers sealing techniques. Cursed Seals are the strongest of these. Ones method of inscribing may vary..." he would say as a mixture of bright blue Kitsune fire & deathly green chakra seemed to dance around his hand. He'd begin walking passed the table his fingers dancing along the wood that dark energy crackling along the furniture. His gaze slid to 'Kasen' as he did so wondering if he would move to interfere. This was going to be his final way of testing just how much the impostor was willing to let him get away with to maintain his disguise. "...for example. I myself use corrupted Nature chakra & my cultivated demonic enzymes to bind the seal to ones chakra system. It's an agonizing experience...using the seals comes at a great cost to ones life force. But with training one can use the seals to surpass their natural limits...however many an unworthy shinobi has fallen to their power & corruption." he would say as he completed his ominous walk around the class. Something about the aura of this man had become darker, perhaps it was just the fact he'd openly acknowledged he was not only a Dark Sage but a Demon.

Now he was back at the front of the class he stopping as he continued talking. "While any capable sealer may scribe a Curse Seal only Dark Sages can truly perfect them. A seal scribed by someone such as myself is far less draining on an individual then that scribed by an ordinary shinobi." when he finished speaking he would vanish with the speed only a shinobi of his caliber could utilize, appearing behind Takuya. He could practically smell the boys desire power. Leaning in over the boy his clawed fingers dancing in the air just above his shoulder. "Why don't you help me demonstrate...a little something to protect you from those Dark Sages you worry so much about." he would say before a single clawed finger made contact with the boys flesh. The dark energy would dance over the boys flesh, the demons enzymes binding to his chakra system. Pain. It would be a singular transcending experience. Everything else would be washed away underneath that pain, but once the seal had bound itself it would reside almost as instantaneously as it had appeared.

Straightening up he would walk towards the front of the class pausing to hold Akagi in his gaze. "What you desire is harder to see...is a curse seal something you'd be interested in child? After seeing what your comrade here has just experienced...I warn you though those who use Curse Seals are incapable of mastering the Sage Arts. I won't deny my students the means to defend themselves." a warning he had not given Takuya but then again he'd seen the boy showed little desire for that. He doubted his nature would allow him the discipline to master a technique such as the Sage Arts. Even with a student agonizing behind him he was propositioning a second to receive a forbidden seal. Was this demon really a teacher? It would be at that moment a thud would come from the cupboard. Quickly followed by another, the demons smile would only widen as he waited for the boys answer.

[OOC: Shin gave OOC Permission for Takuya to receive a Curse Seal. If your ooc rank is C-Rank or above I can give you a seal as well if you'd like Akagi]

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

The dark skinned boy watched as their sensei made his rounds around the class room. This was a power that intrigued Takuya and he wanted it. Any means to obtain more power intrigued the boy with an already dark presence. As the sensei began to speak about Fuuinjutsu he would look over to the girl who had a seal upon her wrist. He wondered if she too was interested in obtaining more power. Regardless the boy would keep an eye on the shifting presence of power that the Sage held in his hand. This was something he had to have, but before he could speak out about his craving of such demonic power he would drop to the ground as the Dark Sage imprinted the seal onto his neck. A moment was all that it would take for these dark energies to pierce into the boy's body causing to him let out a scream. One of which wasn't heard often within the academy. A burning sensation coursed through his body as he could feel the corrupted and cursed chakra shift through his natural system.

A puff of smoke and a well launched arrow appeared from across the room as Yuuki launched an attack after summoning her bow from her wrist's seal. Her accuracy would cause the arrow to land perfectly between the man's eyes but he was probably at a skill level where an attack like this coming from a student was merely nothing. "How dare you! Teachers are not supposed to cause bodily harm to their students! Just who are you?"<i></i> The girl's voice was stern, but from the corner of the room she could hear a thump coming from inside of the closet. As her gaze shifted to see where the sound was coming from the girl was sent through the classroom's wall as Takuya was once again on his feet. His dark skin seemed to become a shade of charcoal grey and his eyes were more prominently red. This sudden shift of shade would dissipate as the debris around the earthen spire that sent the girl through the wall would dissipate. "Don't mess with my Sensei, bitch. He has too much to teach me to be interrupted by the likes of you."<i></i> His gaze looked over to the other students before looking at his sensei. Giving him a nod the boy would step out into the hallway through the hole he had just made.

 

[Mitsunari Akagi]

A demon!? What the hell... Akagi thought as his heart began to beat faster as the teacher began to walk around the room, menacingly. This eerie walk was quite the change of pace the class had been in previously. Making his rounds till he was back to the front, the teacher now with a sharkish wide grin would stay still. "While any capable sealer may scribe a Curse Seal only Dark Sages can truly perfect them. A seal scribed by someone such as myself is far less draining on an individual then that scribed by an ordinary shinobi." Without moving a muscle the man dissapeared into thin-air as a loud whistle passed by Akagi. Appearing next to Takuya was the teacher who stood over him plunging his finger into the boy's skin, "Why don't you help me demonstrate...a little something to protect you from those Dark Sages you worry so much about." Akagi completely wide eyed's body began to respond before he could think, "What the fuck!" Akagi yelled at the teacher, standing up briefly. Watching as Takuya writhe in pain screaming caused Akagi's stomach to turn. Now the teacher's gaze focused on Akagi inquiring to him, "What you desire is harder to see...is a curse seal something you'd be interested in child? After seeing what your comrade here has just experienced...I warn you though those who use Curse Seals are incapable of mastering the Sage Arts. I won't deny my students the means to defend themselves." Anger, building inside him, Akagi thought for a moment, wondering if he could take Takuya's place, soon realizing that the kid was to far gone. Returning the harsh gaze to the teacher Akagi went off, "Why would I ever want a strength I didn't attain on my own?" Pushing out every ounce of his warping energy in hopes to at least keep the teacher away from him, Akagi saw an arrow fly straight toward the teacher, looking toward the source not noticing if it landed or not. Akagi saw the blonde haired girl with a unique bow, wielding it with quite finesse shouting, "How dare you! Teachers are not supposed to cause bodily harm to their students! Just who are you?"<i></i> Her stoic act was not well received as a burst of earth threw her through the classroom wall causing Akagi to stand up and run after her. Knowing he wouldn't be able to fight the teacher as they were leagues apart in skill and experience, Akagi quickly dashed after the girl who had been thrown through the wall. Running to the other side of the rubble looking for her, Akagi caught a glimpse of Takuya leaving and nodding at the teacher. Keeping his eyes locked on to the teacher as his hands looked for the girl.

 

[Kaen]

Kaen cautiously looked around the room upon the 'teacher's' response to him knowing of Kinjutsu. Inevitably shrugging and pretending to stare out the window in the hopes that he didn't just blow his cover so soon. He was crippled in the fact that he wasn't afforded the traditional upbringing so he wasn't exactly sure what a child should or shouldn't know at this age. Though Kaen's gaze was centered back on Akkuma upon the mentioning of he himself possessing a 'Kinjutsu' this and the essential zombies that rose from the floor. Without skipping a beat the disguised anbu silently started to record a 'snapshot' of today's 'lesson'. Kaen's own personal knowledge of Dark Sages was limited but what he did know is that they were not to be trifled with as they possessed vast amounts of dark power at their disposal and were capable of manipulating life and death itself, Kaen's personal interests were piqued.

Like the age old battle between yin and yang, it seemed two other students were acting out the parts to a T. But if we were putting all out ducks in a row, Kaen would side with the dark skinned child. He seemed to have life figured out, and at such a young age as well. Life, REAL life wasn't full of sunshine and rainbows, no. It was a dark and malicious place where only the strong survive and the weak or filtered out and expunged to make room for the stronger. Survival of the fittest if you will, this kid would go far. While people like pretty princess of here would inevitably discover life isn't all it's cracked up to be, the hard way...

And just as he thought, Akkuma demonstrated the power behind a dark sage and their unique trademark skill, reanimation. The being seemed sentient as a whole, despite being forced to serve a purpose other than his own. Satoshi, as he was called, seemed clearly able to think and speak, amazing really. Kaen leaned forward in his seat, such power... And then another student asked a question that even he himself was slightly curious about. He knew some people had these 'seals' but never bothered to ask where they came from or how they worked. But as expected, Akkuma happily obliged to explain, Kaen just wasn't expecting nor ready for what would come next.

A show of power, perhaps a threat, a promise or just letting him know that he knew slightly what was going on with Kaen, but he glanced towards him seemingly attempting to get a rise out of him. He couldn't afford to reveal himself quite yet, not without all these juicy details he was sharing. While most others might have stepped in to intervene, the disguised anbu wasn't going to be baited so easily. He simply cared not for these other children as they were just that. Weak and simply not part of his standing orders, from either the Sennin or Mother Suna. Kaen followed the lightning quick movements of the self proclaimed demon as he made his way to the back of the class, what a showoff. Though Kaen himself would probably do something similar if given the opportunity. And then just like that, he sealed his fate. Not only was he Posing as a teacher, lecturing about forbidden practices, and a demon, he literally just corrupted this kid right in front of him.

As the child fell the floor in obvious agony, Kaen could feel the dark and vile energies coursing through the child's body. A feeling akin to that of which his own Mother Suna provided so graciously to him so long ago. What's more is he then extended the invitation to another student. As much as he really didn't care whether they sold their souls to a demon, he was technically employed to the village of Sunagakure and had a certain expectation about him. How would it look if he simply did nothing during all this? Bad, that's what. He couldn't afford to be reprimanded as that would put him on the radar, somewhere he didn't want to be. Kaen would go to stand out of his chair, but another commotion quickly interrupted him as the lover's quarrel exploded suddenly and princess went flying through the wall and dark n' sinful made his exit. And like the domino effect, event the other child followed in pursuit, leaving only Kaen, Akkuma and the silent white haired girl alone in the room.

Everything kinda happened all at once, giving Kaen little to no time to react appropriately until after the dust settled. I suppose there was really only one thing left to do and that was to confirm one final thing. Without even leaving his seat, Kaen waved his finger in the air a few times and sent out a small flurry of invisible crescent wind blades that would collide with the door that had made a slight thump earlier. As expected another man slumped onto the classroom floor. Surely a slight awkward silence would ring out through the remaining people and Kaen's gaze would lock onto Akkuma. "Well now..." The voice act was dropped and retook the normal older, deeper voice of the adult Kaen. He reached into a hidden pouch and pulled out his mask, donning it. As he smoke he started to rise from his seat, still in child form, slowly dropping the transformation and resuming his natural form. "I suppose now is about a good time for recess, don't you think?" The ruse was dropped, hopefully this guy would come quietly, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't. More so considering the anbu was wanting to take him into custody.




[OOC - Sorry, I'm back now. Ready to finish this thing. Also I used Sanpshot [Mastered] to record the class and Wind Slash [Mastered] to break open the closest door to reveal the real teacher. Also dropped Transformation. P.S. Sorry for the weak post, hard to make good quality ones when you are playing catch up ^_^]