Sorry missed a portion of Sanyu's post so adding some. Will take spot as last in post order to keep things equal.
He tried as he could to avoid having to be placed under the genjutsu, though he was called out on it. He breathed in deeply then out, a fairly audible sigh. The first two went up. The annoying girl and the strongest went first. The boy..the boy handled it well, though Kishin paid very little attention to him. The girl on the other hand. She aroused a horrible feeling of what he expected might come of this. She screamed, the sound echoing within the forest. A small gust of wind kicked passed and he took it as being hers. Or the teachers perhaps. It felt as the stirring of a beast. She ran screaming, placing her back against the school, the situation seeming to get worse. The boy cringed at the idea that he would have to go next, as he looked focused on the face of the teacher, then to the girl.
Her screams went to a whimper. She spoke but he couldn't hear what she said as she calmed. The boy was already out of it, but he paid no heed. The girl stepped forward and placed her hands together. He watched as the chakra was drawn within, and how it was seeming to go out of control. "Shit."As he said it, a wave of chakra washed over them all. Luckily she was a distance away, though he felt and saw the surge of chakra it took for her to remove the genjutsu. 'Was..was it so strong? Is..is..he is just like they were..' He looked back to the teacher. He was next..
He stepped forward bleakly, his face turned to the side, a smile was not to be had. He most certainly didn't want this, not in the least. Though he wasn't going to say the words. No, of course not. This is what students had to go through, and he wanted to appear as one as best he could. Thoughts, flashbacks to when he was much younger, much younger looking as well. His old master. The beatings if he failed to follow orders. If he failed to accomplish the task. He had practiced with genjutsu, some extremely violent. The days that passed where he couldn't remember anything but a sharp pain that felt like an old injury. The students, the girl seemed terrified, but now fine. The training the students here must have gone through. He thought before it might have had been their first, but perhaps, perhaps it wasn't. They were just learning this technique for the first time, but had been pained by being placed under genjutsu before. For if only the man knew, Kishin was already under the effects of this genjutsu, yet it hadn't been used.
He watched the teacher eye him, seeming to size him up. He thought about defending himself, attacking first. Though the others hadn't. It wasn't proper. It wouldn't be accepted. He turned his head towards the teacher, and closed his eyes. Perhaps..perhaps it was a jutsu that required eye contact? It wasn't sound. Unless, maybe he already was under it. Then, then it hit him.
As he looked up, the teacher, something, something felt familiar. This feeling, it reminded him not of his master. But, of his old boss. The Yamanaka boss. The feeling of judgement, the pain of disobedience. He clinched his fists tightly. He wanted to attack, destroy the man. This feeling, the rage welling up. He thought to himself, 'You f@#$in old man. I thought I killed you, burned you alive and ripped out your goddamn heart.' He placed his fist on his chest. The heart of the old man could be felt within.
He clinched his hand tighter, a black substance dripped out. "No!..." The words spoken softly but firmly, anger could be felt behind them. He breathed in and out deeply and audibly, and again spoke softly, muttering the words in anger. "He is..he's not.."'I killed him, it isn't him!' The boy next to him spoke, and he looked at him. He spoke with such confidence, he got through it alright. Was this the same jutsu? He got through it so easily. He tried to calm himself. The young boy concentrated the chakra within. He made the hand seal and released the chakra, and felt the wavy of fear leave him, at least not as strong as it was before. He released his fists, though kept them close, the ooze like blood hidden, the small scratch healing already.
He tried as he could to avoid having to be placed under the genjutsu, though he was called out on it. He breathed in deeply then out, a fairly audible sigh. The first two went up. The annoying girl and the strongest went first. The boy..the boy handled it well, though Kishin paid very little attention to him. The girl on the other hand. She aroused a horrible feeling of what he expected might come of this. She screamed, the sound echoing within the forest. A small gust of wind kicked passed and he took it as being hers. Or the teachers perhaps. It felt as the stirring of a beast. She ran screaming, placing her back against the school, the situation seeming to get worse. The boy cringed at the idea that he would have to go next, as he looked focused on the face of the teacher, then to the girl.
Her screams went to a whimper. She spoke but he couldn't hear what she said as she calmed. The boy was already out of it, but he paid no heed. The girl stepped forward and placed her hands together. He watched as the chakra was drawn within, and how it was seeming to go out of control. "Shit."As he said it, a wave of chakra washed over them all. Luckily she was a distance away, though he felt and saw the surge of chakra it took for her to remove the genjutsu. 'Was..was it so strong? Is..is..he is just like they were..' He looked back to the teacher. He was next..
He stepped forward bleakly, his face turned to the side, a smile was not to be had. He most certainly didn't want this, not in the least. Though he wasn't going to say the words. No, of course not. This is what students had to go through, and he wanted to appear as one as best he could. Thoughts, flashbacks to when he was much younger, much younger looking as well. His old master. The beatings if he failed to follow orders. If he failed to accomplish the task. He had practiced with genjutsu, some extremely violent. The days that passed where he couldn't remember anything but a sharp pain that felt like an old injury. The students, the girl seemed terrified, but now fine. The training the students here must have gone through. He thought before it might have had been their first, but perhaps, perhaps it wasn't. They were just learning this technique for the first time, but had been pained by being placed under genjutsu before. For if only the man knew, Kishin was already under the effects of this genjutsu, yet it hadn't been used.
He watched the teacher eye him, seeming to size him up. He thought about defending himself, attacking first. Though the others hadn't. It wasn't proper. It wouldn't be accepted. He turned his head towards the teacher, and closed his eyes. Perhaps..perhaps it was a jutsu that required eye contact? It wasn't sound. Unless, maybe he already was under it. Then, then it hit him.
As he looked up, the teacher, something, something felt familiar. This feeling, it reminded him not of his master. But, of his old boss. The Yamanaka boss. The feeling of judgement, the pain of disobedience. He clinched his fists tightly. He wanted to attack, destroy the man. This feeling, the rage welling up. He thought to himself, 'You f@#$in old man. I thought I killed you, burned you alive and ripped out your goddamn heart.' He placed his fist on his chest. The heart of the old man could be felt within.
He clinched his hand tighter, a black substance dripped out. "No!..." The words spoken softly but firmly, anger could be felt behind them. He breathed in and out deeply and audibly, and again spoke softly, muttering the words in anger. "He is..he's not.."'I killed him, it isn't him!' The boy next to him spoke, and he looked at him. He spoke with such confidence, he got through it alright. Was this the same jutsu? He got through it so easily. He tried to calm himself. The young boy concentrated the chakra within. He made the hand seal and released the chakra, and felt the wavy of fear leave him, at least not as strong as it was before. He released his fists, though kept them close, the ooze like blood hidden, the small scratch healing already.
