Flashback!
"Why I asked you here, Ruin, was because I have an important task for you... but first I need you to do some 'clerical' work. You still have two apprentices, correct? I need you to get them both trained up to full ANBU status. Then, I will need you to do an inspection of the current roster of ANBU, doing a full inventory of what we poses and what we lack. Lastly, I will need you to then begin scouting those within this village who are not currently wearing a mask, to see if they could be conscripted into our ranks. If you can complete all that for me, I will have a job for you."
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*Click*
The lock opened relatively easy as he turned the key over. With a soft nudge the door swung lazily open with a slow creaking sound. The musty smell of old dust invaded his mask, straight through into his nostrils. A look of disgust washed over his face, but an ivory white mask gave no hint towards this facial change. Taking a step into the dark room he would reach over and flick on the nearby light switch. A brief moment after the overhead lights would flicker to life with a low thrumming buzz, the soft incandescent glow barely illuminating the large empty room. "This will have to do I suppose..." Grumbling out from under his mask his only slightly muffled voice would lightly echo off of the cold hard walls of the classroom. Setting a medium sized bag down by the door he venture further inside.
With no furniture in sight aside from the teacher's desk, which was also missing a chair, he would go to the back of the classroom and slip the key into the lock and turn it. This time there was no pleasant click, his key would not work. Turning the hand it too would not turn. With another audible sigh he would stoop down and pull out a few small metal instruments. A moment and a click later the door would now open for him. Inside were a number of desks and chairs stacked one on top of another. Collecting his thoughts for a moment he would then decide to pull out only a single chair for himself and lock the door once more before closing it behind him. Placing the chair behind the shoddy looking desk meant for him he would turn and face the chalk board behind it. It was moderately dirty with lazily erased markings on it, grazing over the sentence it appeared to say "Haru-sensei stinks!" written in sloppy handwriting that most certainly belonged to a student. With a soft chuckle he would pick up the eraser and wipe the board completely clean. Setting it down he would pick up a half used piece of chalk and write out in large letters "Anbu 101".
Going back to fetch the bag he would pick it up and place it onto the desk and release the latch holding it shut. Reaching inside he would pull out a small stack of paper and a handful of pencils. Arranging them nicely in an orderly fashion on top of the desk he would relocate the bag underneath the desk for now. Weaving together a not so complicated string of jutsu turned complicated and a scene cut here the scene would be set. A number of preliminary tests had been put into motion to gauge the varying degrees of skill and prowess each participating individual. Waiting and watching the masked instructor would be ready for anyone that would walk through the door. He would greet them with a simple "Welcome, please take a seat" while also springing a trap. Those with a weak will would find themselves caught in a multi-layered genjutsu that most higher ranking shinobi would easily discern. But those lacking experience or similar would see a different message written on the board and the sweet aroma of sugary baked goods heavy upon the air.
The message would instead read "Baking 101" and a line of ovens would be visible on the far wall. Upon entering they would also see three other young children of varying age and appearance. A brown haired boy looking to be about 10 would be leaning over a desk talking to a seemingly disinterested female with red hair looking to be about 13. A few desks back staring up at a the ceiling would be a blond haired boy chewing on a piece of gum. He appeared to be about the same age as the girl and looked as equally bored as the girl. And of course had whomever walking in fell under the genjutsu the masked teacher would look like a typical chef type, not wearing a mask. Stark black hair and aged to about mid 40s the chef type was the perfect mold for such a ruse. Should they attempt to take a seat in one of the open desks the genjutsu would abruptly end and they would find themselves on their rear ends on the floor. The facade would be dropped and the chef type would be replaced with the masked instructor as well as the writing on the chalkboard. The three kids already present would be laughing as they sat in their own chairs and desks. The rest of the classroom's genjutsu generated aspects would fade as well, the ovens, the smell, it all went back to normal.
[MFT]
"Why I asked you here, Ruin, was because I have an important task for you... but first I need you to do some 'clerical' work. You still have two apprentices, correct? I need you to get them both trained up to full ANBU status. Then, I will need you to do an inspection of the current roster of ANBU, doing a full inventory of what we poses and what we lack. Lastly, I will need you to then begin scouting those within this village who are not currently wearing a mask, to see if they could be conscripted into our ranks. If you can complete all that for me, I will have a job for you."
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*Click*
The lock opened relatively easy as he turned the key over. With a soft nudge the door swung lazily open with a slow creaking sound. The musty smell of old dust invaded his mask, straight through into his nostrils. A look of disgust washed over his face, but an ivory white mask gave no hint towards this facial change. Taking a step into the dark room he would reach over and flick on the nearby light switch. A brief moment after the overhead lights would flicker to life with a low thrumming buzz, the soft incandescent glow barely illuminating the large empty room. "This will have to do I suppose..." Grumbling out from under his mask his only slightly muffled voice would lightly echo off of the cold hard walls of the classroom. Setting a medium sized bag down by the door he venture further inside.
With no furniture in sight aside from the teacher's desk, which was also missing a chair, he would go to the back of the classroom and slip the key into the lock and turn it. This time there was no pleasant click, his key would not work. Turning the hand it too would not turn. With another audible sigh he would stoop down and pull out a few small metal instruments. A moment and a click later the door would now open for him. Inside were a number of desks and chairs stacked one on top of another. Collecting his thoughts for a moment he would then decide to pull out only a single chair for himself and lock the door once more before closing it behind him. Placing the chair behind the shoddy looking desk meant for him he would turn and face the chalk board behind it. It was moderately dirty with lazily erased markings on it, grazing over the sentence it appeared to say "Haru-sensei stinks!" written in sloppy handwriting that most certainly belonged to a student. With a soft chuckle he would pick up the eraser and wipe the board completely clean. Setting it down he would pick up a half used piece of chalk and write out in large letters "Anbu 101".
Going back to fetch the bag he would pick it up and place it onto the desk and release the latch holding it shut. Reaching inside he would pull out a small stack of paper and a handful of pencils. Arranging them nicely in an orderly fashion on top of the desk he would relocate the bag underneath the desk for now. Weaving together a not so complicated string of jutsu turned complicated and a scene cut here the scene would be set. A number of preliminary tests had been put into motion to gauge the varying degrees of skill and prowess each participating individual. Waiting and watching the masked instructor would be ready for anyone that would walk through the door. He would greet them with a simple "Welcome, please take a seat" while also springing a trap. Those with a weak will would find themselves caught in a multi-layered genjutsu that most higher ranking shinobi would easily discern. But those lacking experience or similar would see a different message written on the board and the sweet aroma of sugary baked goods heavy upon the air.
The message would instead read "Baking 101" and a line of ovens would be visible on the far wall. Upon entering they would also see three other young children of varying age and appearance. A brown haired boy looking to be about 10 would be leaning over a desk talking to a seemingly disinterested female with red hair looking to be about 13. A few desks back staring up at a the ceiling would be a blond haired boy chewing on a piece of gum. He appeared to be about the same age as the girl and looked as equally bored as the girl. And of course had whomever walking in fell under the genjutsu the masked teacher would look like a typical chef type, not wearing a mask. Stark black hair and aged to about mid 40s the chef type was the perfect mold for such a ruse. Should they attempt to take a seat in one of the open desks the genjutsu would abruptly end and they would find themselves on their rear ends on the floor. The facade would be dropped and the chef type would be replaced with the masked instructor as well as the writing on the chalkboard. The three kids already present would be laughing as they sat in their own chairs and desks. The rest of the classroom's genjutsu generated aspects would fade as well, the ovens, the smell, it all went back to normal.
[MFT]