New Age, Old Methods [Open Class]

[Takahashi]

At highest of the four floors of the academy, instruction awaited. Though newly built, give or take a couple of years, the academy had some wear and tear from prospective warriors training. In the village's current time of strife and turmoil, little resources could be afforded to mend every accident. As such, numerous halls had holes blown through them, debris scattered about some of the walkways as well. For the most part though, the building was sturdy and the fourth floor itself mostly untouched. Inside the sunlit classroom, empty desks filled the moderate space with a green board behind a desk for the teacher himself to speak. Speaking of the teacher, it seemed that he was absent until the sound of rustling could be heard from the back of the classroom.

Jigoku-Mure Denrei​

Standing with his back facing the entrance and all the empty desks, the grizzled veteran was staring into a box and holding folders in his right hand. His single uncovered blue eye appeared to glisten though his gaze was hard. After a moment he'd close his eyes and give a small sigh before letting the stack fall back into its presumed original casings. Denrei was a veteran, and even one among veterans at that... Especially in the world of the Shinobi, living to see more than eight decades was unprecedented, even for the civilian in some cases. He had a way of doing things that seemed lost in the modern age, but instead of teaching from predetermined schedules he'd share his experience. It was a joke to him, teachers reciting pre-written material as if each session and student were cookie-cutter clones.

Instead, the Jounin would offer his students something they could use if endless different circumstances and ways... Knowledge. Turning around, and walking towards the front of the class he'd lean his back against the chalkboard and fold his arms. His eye would close, and for anyone else knew he was either asleep or a mannequin. Slipping into a mild meditation, he would delve into the wealth of information stored in his mind. There were so many things to prepare the young ones for... Which lesson would be the best to start his first class in over thirty years with? He recalled offering to train a young man named Takahahi Jinichi, as well as another younger child by the name of Ken. However; the following days came and neither young man showed up. Typical, and expected. Something about Denrei unnerved most people, Sousuke was thought mad for letting the old man come out of retirement and be around the impressionable. Some though he was exactly what this new generation needed...

Notes:
- I'll be working on a three strike system, each of which will be given in character.
- You can receive strikes for failing to post on time, or through some other in character action.
- I may write a lot, but I don't expect more than the fifty word minimum. More would be nice for me to read though.
- I'll make my first response 48 hours after the first student's entrance. After that, all participating students must post within 48 hours of my reply.
- Posting order is not necessary, meaning you don't have to wait for the person who posted before you last time to post again. However; you may only post once per round. Meaning, after I/Denrei has responded to everyone's post.
- If the class has progressed, but the maximum number of students has not been filled a student may post entering late. This will count as one strike against then from the start, but leaving two more for them.
- Lastly, I will not</U><i></i> be taking anymore than <U>three students. First come, first serve.

My apologies for all the rules, but I'd like this to run quickly and smoothly for everyone involved. Welcome to Sunagakure.

 

[Shimi Niku]

-Shimi stepped into the classroom, only early by around five minutes, and sits down in a seat off to the teachers right. He was a bit confused by the absence of other classmates. It was the first day after all, and he had expected other people to arrive early with him. Regardless, he sits up straight, but with his eyes closed and attempts to imitate his teacher in meditation, but fails. He sighs in irritation before flattening his head on the table to fein sleeping until either class begins or others arrive. Internally he is running through potentially situations, seeing if anything particularly bad could happen.-

(So, I don't expect you to use this format or anything, but here is how I type so you can use it as a key.)
"Speech. Deep growling speech [Such as with Bijuu]."
(OOC *Sarcastic actions*.)
-Actions Thoughts [Extra information pertaining to the thing it is within].-

 

[Chen Yushiro]

Yushiro walked in slowly not taking in anything thats happening around him and sits down, he looks at the kid sat next to him and laughs for no apparent reason and turns back to the teacher with his sarcastic smile gazed wide open while stirring at the teacher.

(Sry if i dont post on time school happens )

 

[Hansame]

It was the first day of Hansame's new life as a shinobi, and he woke up especially early to get ready for school. Even though it was an empty house for him, he didn't mind because of the excitement he was feeling about going to class. Packing his bag hurriedly, the boy recounted his supplies for the umpteenth time. 'notepad and pen. Check. Kunai and shuriken?. Yes. Spare snacks for himself and potential new friends? Of course, why not?' he thought to himself excitedly as he tied the string strap on his sack and slung it over his shoulder. Walking outside into the underground and breathing in the air, he began his route to the school that he had mapped out a few days, humming cheerfully as he smiled and waved at familiar faces along the way, most of them asking him what he was doing today, or other things adults ask small children. Hansame gave them straight answers, usually "Oh, I'm going to school Mr./M(r)s! I'm gonna become a shinobi!". They smiled and laughed, but wished him good luck regardless.

Walking into the school building, Hansame carefully made his way around the rubble and towards his designated classroom. Looking at a note he had wrote to make sure that it was the correct classroom, he nodded his head and made his way in. The first thing he saw was the older shinobi, one of the oldest Hansame had ever seen, leaning up cooly against the wall with his eyes closed. Wondering if the man was asleep or dead, the boy walked past him to a seat right next the boy with the white hair and looked at the older shinobi curiously, wondering if he had died. With a big smile on his face, the boy placed his things on the ground next to him and waited eagerly for class to start.

mft

 

[Takahashi]

Denrei's Voice Clip

Jigoku-Mure Denrei​

As the students entered, Denrei continued to remain motionless. Any breaths that he might have taken must have been too shallow for the human eye to see. Where it was common for even the most steady of individuals to move ever so slightly, to the whims of the earth's rotation, he defied it. One by one his prospective pupils would arrive, the sound of their footsteps and heartbeats giving them away in advance. Every action was noted, and for every action there would be a reaction in delayed response. The sound of a haughty laugh and an air of mischief pervaded his sharpened senses, and still nothing from the old man. As the third and final student for such a large classroom entered and took his seat, the old man opened his left eye that shone with a bright blue gleam. His right eye had been covered by a dark piece of cloth, the same color as his dark garments.

"Destruction"
Breath of Fire IV​

Despite the whitened strands of hair and wrinkles upon his face, their teacher had a strong and powerful physique that rivaled any Shinobi in their prime. While not a tower of a man, nor very wide, it was clear he'd have no trouble with either archetypes. The glare from his expose eye would dim down until it appeared as little more than a smoldering spark of lighting, and steadily ribbons of blue energy snaked away and faded like mist. Like some sort of puppet come to life, his arms unfolded almost mechanically before his right palm raised and aimed it at the boy with white hair between his peers. That was all the warning he got, before a condensed sphere of pressurized air shot forth from his hand and slammed into the child. His desk would be shattered and he would be flung backwards, towards the back of the classroom. "Now stand, and remain standing. Move another inch until I say, and I will send you home... Preferably with broken fingers, since you're already useless as a Shinobi if you can't abide such a simple order."

His voice was deep, and intrusive, carrying a bass that tore into the recesses of the mind and stayed there. While not loud, his voice sent waves of vibration through the air that could be felt upon the skin. No longer in a meditation state, his mere waking presence would cause the hairs of most to rise in alertness even if devoid of fear. His arm, now seemingly harmless had fallen back to his side like dead weight. It was clear this man was not here to baby them, and his was nobody's kind grandfather. The teacher's single streaming eye looked over each of the other boy's, the first to enter who had failed but attempted meditation then the soft looking gentle last boy. "I am Jigoku-Mure Denrei, and this is my classroom while I am in it. I will not coddle you infants the way others might. You are here to become Shinobi."</COLOR><i></i> There was a definitive silence for a moment, letting it sink in

Looking to his left, his eye would settle on the last entrant. "Ehime Hansame." His eye shifted away from the blonde. "Shimi Niku." The first entrant was then look away from, finally settling on the boy in the back of the class. Whether he had gotten up or not wouldn't matter. "Chen Yushiro... This class is small for a reason, so I can properly share what knowledge I have rather than generalizing to speed through the day." It wouldn't be surprising for him to know something about each of them, in a way he played an extra set of eyes for the village in general. Leaning back against the board and folding his arms once more, he would start very simply and predictably perhaps. <COLOR color="#0000BF">"Niku and Hansame both have Shinobi close to them, and Yushiro lives here... In a Shinobi village. Tell me... What do you think it means to be a Shinobi? All may speak, simply do so in turn. I don't care which order."<i></i> The intensity of the class seemed to rise and fall in a strange way, but had a progression path nonetheless.

He would teach them what others would not...

Notes:
- Chen Yushiro, you've received a strike/reduction in tolerance due to missing the fifty word count. You only needed two more.
- Chen Yushiro, you were struck with an Air Bullet. Quite enough to knock him out, just play out the pain/results naturally. I promise I'm not bullying you, this is an opportunity.
- I've decided to shift from a three strike system, to a tolerance system that will be reduced on numerous factors IC/OOC. Once his tolerance runs out for you, you're out. This isn't a one way system, you can increase or decrease your tolerance rating. The goal is to last until the class is over.
- Remember, I may write a lot, but I don't expect more than the fifty word minimum. Take advantage to write as much as you'd like though. There's no such thing as too much, so long as it serves a purpose. Don't force yourself to write more than is comfortable though. I'll be making sure to give you all enough material to work with. Just do what comes natural.
- You all have 48 hours after this to make a response.
- I will not be taking anymore students for this class, as all slots are now filled.

Tolerance

Shimi Niku
[progress]100[/progress]
Chen Yushiro
[progress]65[/progress]
Ehime Hansame
[progress]100[/progress]​

Extra:
- Each of you need to make sure your profiles are up, with stats and everything else lined up within the week at least.
- You can use my template here, or choose from one of the officially open layouts here.
- Keeping your profiles in order and up to date is important, especially for gauging your own combat potential in the future.

 

[Shimi Niku]

-Shimi's face remains clear, his fear only apparent in his thoughts. He seems... Interesting. Certainly powerful if he can use Air Palm. Without standing he confidently states his personal belief on shinobi.-
"I believe that shinobi are living weapons until they prove they are something more. We are to do as told, including die, if it aids the villages goal. Eventually we may get an opinion, but at my rank for instance, our words have no bearing."
-Internally he didn't stop there. Of course... I will work to change this in the future.Post-speech Shimi turns around, noting the extensive damage to the desk, in order to check on the person who was blasted behind him. He cared about people he knew, but he wasn't his comrade yet, and as such got little sympathy from Shimi. If it wasn't for the teachers actions he would be inclined to ask if Chen if he was alright, but thought better of it under the circumstances, contenting himself to merely look at the likely disheveled classmate.-
(Could you assist me with the profile then? Since my account is brand new with nothing really important I would be cool with giving out the credentials, to you exclusively of course, Denrei.)

 

[Hansame]

Hansame felt a whoosh of air burst past him after watching the man get up from his rested position, and before he could fully comprehend what had just happened, the desk next to him was blown apart and the boy with the white hair was blown right away from the shattered desk and to the back of the class. Raising his hands up to block away the debris and stray shards of the desk that came flying his way while thinking things along the lines of 'oh good gravy what just happened?!!', the boy turned around to see if the boy with white hair was ok. Quickly snapping his head back to the teacher, he listened to the teacher sort of scold the boy, but Hansame felt a clear message; the teacher wasn't going to be messing around or tolerate much goofing off. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then looked up at the teacher again, slightly shaken up, but still optimistic about learning.

Taking heed of what the teacher said he was going to teach them, He wasn't sure if he should take out notes or just stay put and try and commit the information to memory. Deciding to commit the knowledge about to be shared to memory, Hansame still got out a notepad and paper just in case. When the question was asked about what it actually was, no meant to be a shinbone, Hansame thought for a few moments, pondering the subjectiveness of the question. When he was confident with the answer that he had came up with, he waited for the other boy, Shimi, to state his answer, then said what he thought about the definition of a Shinobi, smiling brightly. " The textbook definition says that it means to serve your village above anything else in one's life, which is kind of what my mom did..." he trailed off, and for a second he gave off a face that wasn't exactly a sad one, but still showed something similar to that. As soon as it came the look of almost sadness left him and the blond haired child continued his answer. "But i guess for me being a shinobi means protecting the weak in times of need and making sure that the bad people get everything they deserve, like death or maybe something worse!" he exclaimed at a normal speaking volume, giving a small nod like assuring himself that what he said was what he thought.

 

[Takahashi]

Denrei's Voice Clip

Jigoku-Mure Denrei​

The reactions of the two seated pupils were expected, and yet not somehow. Despite their age, and though showing discomfort at the disciplinary show of force, they remained attentive. Meanwhile, Yushiro remained laying on the floor and likely soaking in the pain. No doubt the child was wondering what he could have done to deserve such a thing. However; explanations would be reserved for after instruction. Time was a precious commodity, even for one who had eluded death for so long. Niku would be the first to respond as Hansame equipped himself with some things to take notes with. As Niku spoke, Denrei's electric-blue eye lingered on the somehow weary-looking youth. Despite his young age, the child's hair was gray... Befitting of his displayed maturity and steady approach despite what he lacked. Simply nodding after the boy's response, he looked towards Hansame as he began to give his own description.

At first, it appeared that they both had similar answers to give until the latter took a pause. His mother had been a Shinobi, but one that vanished without a trace. Her husband, the boy's father, subsequently abandoned him with a lackluster note... Despite this, the child carried an upbeat aura and his following answer included going beyond mere service to his superiors. Instead, the child wanted to protect those who could not protect themselves and punish those who abused their power. It was at this that Denrei's stone-like face cracked just a little, etching itself a small grin that lasted a millisecond or two. His pupils shifted towards the child laying on the floor, choosing not to speak and likely angry with himself, the teacher, or everything altogether. The pain wasn't enough to break any bones or cause enough damage, the expert warrior had made sure of that... At best, the only thing that could be deterring him from rising and speaking was defiance or humiliation... If not something else. Closing his eyes for a moment and shaking his head, as if disappointed he looked back to the others.

"You're both correct. Most would say that first and foremost a Shinobi's duty is to follow orders. Shinobi villages in general exist, as some would say, to produce powerful tools to be hired out for various purposes. At times, Shinobi have been asked to assassinate or outright murder individuals. Some have been tasked with stealing information, or sabotaging one campaign or another. This could be done directly or indirectly. In short, we are mercenaries bound together by stronghold and traditions. It is obvious what makes us more qualified for these tasks..." Pulling his right hand from its folded position and holding it palm upwards, a blue flame would ignite out of nothingness and levitate above the skin. The flame flickered and danced wildly before swirling and being outed as his fingers closed. "What gives us our strength? What sets us apart from any other type of warrior or mercenary? This should be easy enough." He was confident that he'd get satisfactory answers from both children, but wondered whether or not the child in the back had given up on becoming a Shinobi already.

Notes:
- Chen Yushiro, due to missing the deadline, you'll be skipped and lose tolerance this turn. I cannot hold back the progression of the group's class for a single individual. Hopefully you'll catch up.
- You all have 48 hours after this to make a response.

Tolerance

Shimi Niku
[progress]100[/progress]
Chen Yushiro
[progress]40[/progress]
Ehime Hansame
[progress]100[/progress]​

Extra:
- I'm sorry Niku, but I'm not able to help you with your profile. You'll have to work with the links I provided in the previous post. This is because I'm far too busy IRL, I'm hardly able to make posts as Denrei. I'm sure you'll do fine, or you could PM one of the other senior members for help. Sand is one of the friendliest villages, and just about anyone should be glad to help.

 

[Shimi Niku]

-Shimi actually smiles during the teachers second speech, happy that at least he was right, even if his classmate expanded on the concept. When the next question is asked he is just as prepared as last time, his previously small smile expanding slightly.-
"The answer teachers would likely be looking for is the simple one, that of Chakra, but that isn't the only thing. As powerful as those techniques are, being able to overshadow anything someone without could conjure, we also have a potentially more important advantage in our education, being taught not just basic abilities, but how to learn or create our own."
-He was still in his seated position, but he had shifted his head back to face the teacher while talking, his lifted face revealing pale skin and ordinary hazel eyes. His face was now almost expressionless, the only displayed emotion being curiosity from his eyes, looking forward to the class now that something interested him, namely that he currently couldn't use chakra for anything he considered important, and it was obvious his teacher could do that rather quickly.-

 

[Hansame]

Hansame nodded his head again as he took notes on what the teacher was saying, slightly more happy that his answer was correct, though he was wondering what his teacher's change in facial expression was that appeared for a split second. Deeming that it was a small smile using his state of the art intelligence pure optimism, Hansame smiled a little bit more himself and straightened up, continuing to write things down. Taking a small peek at the boy in the back that didn't answer, he felt a little bad that he didn't go help him, but he couldn't really do anything about that situation. Turning back to the front, he heard the next question and thought about that too, what made shinobi stand out from the rest. The question itself seemed straightforward, but at first Hansame found it a little difficult for him to think of the most important aspect of a shinobi

He paused in mid thought to hear Shimi give his answer about what he thought, and nodded to himself, taking a few notes as he listened. After Shimi was done, Hansame took a few more moments to contemplate the unique features that made a shinobi something else from the crowd. "I think what makes a shinobi special is that even though that they follow a certain code to serve their villiage, they still have the detachment from a conscious that allows them to commit some of the inhumane, horrible, horrible things that they can do from time to time, stuff far worse then death, and yet still have access to a conscious so that they're not completely monsters!" he replied with an optimistic cheerful tone, one that wouldn't usually go with the words that a young boy would say. However when Hansame stated his answer, it sounded almost completely natural from the moment the words rolled off his tongue and left his lips.

 

[Takahashi]

Denrei's Voice Clip

Jigoku-Mure Denrei​

The quick-witted Niku seemed pleased by the opportunity to add to his intelligence, and test it. Although most were uneasy and disoriented in his presence, these two children simply converted that atmospheric pressure into focus. The display of strength and pervading sense of threat only managed to crowd out their insignificant thoughts, and highlight the task at hand. Denrei would nod gravely in agreement, but the child went on. The old man's face did not change any further, single eye merely moving to the next boy as he gave his own answers. Hansame had been scribbling away, the sound of a pencil's sharpened lead tip dragging against paper had caught his ears while his eyes pointed elsewhere. When the optimistic little blond was finished the instructor would interject. "Partially correct, both of you." The deep voice echoed through the classroom bluntly.

"Niku was correct early on in his answer, and merely expounded on the same utility later. The manipulation and control of Chakra is simply that, no matter the degree or form." His next assessment would be of the thoughtful Hansame's response. "While most Shinobi villages generally follow a similar systematic structure, the codes and methods vary greatly between them. The tried and used method of created emotionless tools that merely do as they're told has been a tradition in this world for as far as the time of the Ancients. However; it is not the only way, nor the oldest nor supposed best method." It was here that Denrei would veer from modern tradition, and delve into a wealth of philosophical concepts long forgotten and buried. At this point, the elder appeared to be completely disregarding Chen Yushiro and his dilapidated state.

"The short answers, are our manipulation of Chakra and mercantile yet military-like structure. Simple as that." Giving a small sigh, the old man would appear to loosen up just a bit as his shoulders relaxed and his disposition became slightly weary. With steady steps, he would round the front desk he had stood behind and take a seat facing his students. He thought for a moment, about asking these children what Chakra was but he knew he'd get the most standard of responses. He couldn't blame them, for it was what had been taught over the last several decades but he had something older. It was pointless to dangle the information in from of them, and so he would deliver and hope they could absorb the totality of it with best comprehension skills. "What is Chakra?" He began solemnly with a rhetorical question, his powerful voice dampened and yet the vibrations continued to affect the metal in all things nearby.

Raising his right hand and placing it over the center of his chest, he would continue. "The word Chakra comes from an ancient word meaning "Wheel" or "Circle", and refers to spiritual energe. The reason for the name "Wheel", has to do with the common depiction of them as several spiraling vortexes of varying colors within an individual. This energy is called by different names, Reiki, Chi or Qi depending on your culture or preference. The list is endless, and if you're interested in learning more about that study on your own time. The common characteristics throughout all traditions that explain what Chakra is in essence goes as follows..." Letting his hand slip back down to the table as the elbow on his opposite arm rested on a knee. He was sure Hansame would be taking notes, and somewhat positive Niku would retain some of the information. It was Yushiro... The child in the back, that he hoped wasn't laying in the back with ears closed to the knowledge. Even he could make use of it.

"Chakras are centers of spiritual power within and around us. Everyone blathers on about the spirit, and fails to elaborate on what exactly the spirit itself actually is. The spirit is the nonphysical part of something, in living things intrinsically tied to the emotions, consciousness, intentions, and will. Knowing this, I'd like to rewind to what Hansame mentioned and a popular method of cultivating Shinobi across the world. This fracturing of the consciousness, in order to create the supposed "Perfect" Shinobi and tools for their village's particular agenda. How do you think the severance, or simply put disconnect, of the deeper consciousness from your presence and actions here in the material realm affects you? How do you think it would affect both your strength and your spirit as an individual over time? Will this have positive or negative consequences in the long-term? Please, take your time in formulating your responses." This, is why Denrei chose such a small class. It was necessary for him not only to impart information, but leave room for his students to exercises their intellect and learn not simply what to think... But how to think. He hadn't come out of retirement to see things remain the same.

Notes:
- Chen Yushiro, due to missing another deadline, you'll be skipped and lose tolerance. I've waited longer than necessary. This is your last round to turn it around before ejection. Who knows, you could be our "Naruto".
- My apologies for the short delay.
- You all have 48 hours.

Tolerance

Shimi Niku
[progress]100[/progress]
Chen Yushiro
[progress]15[/progress]
Ehime Hansame
[progress]100[/progress]​

 

[Shimi Niku]

So, I've been expecting Hansame to reply by now... I wanted to reply after him. I will delete this post afterward, but dude... Go ahead of me.

 

[Hansame]

Hansame continued to write down notes as the teacher explained their answers more in depth, and was happy to see that they were partially right once again. The child continued to take notes as the teacher explained the more historical aspect of Charkra, rather then the more technical side of the energy. Pausing his notes to glance back again at the student in the back, wondering if he was in pain and not answering or more simply not answering out of anger or maybe defiance. Turning his head back to the teacher as he finished up his notes for now, reaching the bottom part of the page and flipping it over to the backside.

The blond looked up as the teacher proposed another question, the most complex one yet. This time, Hansame paused and took a small breath to clear his head of other things, and his eyes dimmed as he began to think. He felt his body seem to lighten up in weight as he thought long and hard about all of the aspects of the question. After a long moment, He exhaled and smiled, giving a nod to his head as he got ready to share what he thought. "I guess getting rid of a deeper part of yourself like your conscious or your emotions would have a varying amount of results. Er, but I think that it would benefit you short term wise because you would't have to worry about other things concerning your life, like any sort of personal things, and increased focus would result in greater strength, so that would be a plus too. But long term wise, i think the mental strain from all of the pent up emotions from all of the years in the attempt would eventually come up again. This may lead to the 'perfect shinobi' snapping, breaking and becoming useless. That may not be the outcome for everyone, but i think that solution of getting rid of your conscious entirely is impossible and all of the feelings and guilt that person tried to get rid of will eventually come up to haunt them, or they'll eventually become numb to everything, and lose their aspirations, motivation, and fall into despair, which would make them into an unreliable shinobi." He stated, then looked a little surprised himself, like he couldn't believe what he had just said, but smiled anyway. "but that's just what i think" he said, still smiling, the light and optimistic gleam coming back into his eyes.

 

[Takahashi]

OOC: As I mentioned before, there is absolutely no need to wait for posting order. The mixing of who posts when can make things less predictable, which is always interesting. Just make sure you get your post in by the deadline. So far so good.

 

[Shimi Niku]

(I actually can't figure out how to delete the post. Ah well. And that is convenient, thanks.)
"I am forced to agree with Hansame here, except there is another point he forgot to mention. If our emotions and consciousness are necessary for chakra to function at full capacity, than even if we became a remorseless killing machine with all the best jutsu's and kekkai genkai, we would still be defeated eventually since we would have less actual power to work with. Attrition is important in war."
-He also looked towards Chen, at the back of the room still refusing to answer the teacher for some reason or another. Deciding he was better off leaving his classmate until he joined us on our own, Shimi turned back around to look at the notes his other classmate was diligently taking. He doesn't ask the question he wants to, it being seemingly unimportant chatter and would likely get him some scolding from the teacher, but he legitimately wanted to know why he needed the notes. After all, Shimi didn't ever use them and while he didn't have an eidetic memory he remembered the core idea's pretty well.-

 

[Toraono Naki]

Naki was lying in bed back at the Toraono Dojo's tower in one of the many rooms. One of those rooms happened to be his. Currently, the child was snoozing. He was supposed to be enlisted in the academy, and today was supposed to be his first day! He was so excited that he stayed up training the whole night before. To be honest, can you even call it training? He was extremely horrible at it, usually being the runt of whatever group he was in. Either way, that doesn't matter now. The sun beamed down through the window and against Naki's face. The child groaned and rolled over. Rolling over a bit too much, he fell out of bed. "EEK!" A loud thump was heard across the halls. Naki groaned in pain and slowly crawled up to his feet. The eight year old child rubbed his eyes and yawned. The child was equipped with bed hair from sleeping. His short dark black hair was ruffled around every which way. He was dressed in blue pajamas with white clouds on them. Yawning, he scratched his rear and walked bare foot across the room. "Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something..." Opening his closet, a flyer wooshed right out. It fell on the floor, leaving Naki to blink blankly and stare at it. It was his academy paper registration! "SHOOT! THE ACADEMY! I'M GONNA BE LATE!"

Naki started digging in his closet frantically. This was bad! Really bad! Naki grabbed some dark black pants and his blue hoodie. He stripped out of his pajamas quickly, leaving himself in only underwear. He kicked his pajamas across the room and threw on his pants. Clenching his hoodie, he threw it over his head quickly. The blue hoodie reached down to about elbow height and his pants reached down to shin height. Naki grabbed his shinobi sandals and put them onto his feet. They had shin guards that covered the rest of his shin, so although the pants stopped at shin height, the sandals made it so no skin showed. He grabbed his pouch of kunai's his father's given him as well as his pouch of shurikens. "Crap crap crap crap!" Naki said to himself as he rushed out the door. Running down the towers marble, oddly colored stairs, he reached the exit of the tower. There, he ran back down to the Shinobi Foundation Complex. After some time running with so much twists and turns and gravely terrain, he arrived at the academy. Rushing to his class, he'd burst through the door. Naki tripped and fell flat on his face. "....owww..." Raising his head a bit, he looked up to see the instructor. Naki looked extremely sweaty and worn out. He breathed heavily, panting as he desperately tried to catch his breath. He noticed the two kids sitting at their seats, as well as a broken desk near the back of the wall with a kid lying down in pain.

Naki gulped. Slowly, he crawled to his feet and stood straight, standing at four feet tall. "...S....S-Sorry I'm late!" With his hands at his sides, he bowed nervously. "M-My name's Toraono Naki!" A cold sweat ran down his neck as he stood erect once more. This guy seemed really scary. The kid in the back didn't just conveniently slam into the wall, breaking his desk, and lying down where no one would help him. The instructor had to take place in that. "I-I'll find my seat sensei...!" Naki gulped and walked towards the two students. Unlike the other two, he wasn't exactly prepared with any books and notes. He sat in a chair between Hansame and Niku. He twiddled with his thumbs awkwardly. This instructor didn't seem like the guy to tolerate lateness.

[MFT]

 

[Takahashi]

Denrei's Voice Clip

Jigoku-Mure Denrei​

The elder was able to take a certain pride in the studious nature of the duo before him. After young Hansame had finished scribbling the last of his notes the little blond seemed to be taking it quite seriously. The pause and breath of preparation were duly noted, and the severe display of focus in his eyes was a sign of greatness to come. He'd listen with the same unflinching and unwavering stone-like demeanor he was known for. It would appear as though a living man had frozen solid before their very eyes without warning. Once the son of the Ehime clan delivered his thoughts, Denrei gave a solemn nod before a smirk crept onto his face. A shift in his pupil was all necessary to turn attention towards Niku, who's follow-up was just as deep and well-thought. Suddenly, the elder would give a small laugh. His voice was powerful, and echoed throughout the room despite its mild duration.

"Excellent. Absolutely excellent!" The three words were powerful, and filled the vicinity with a brief gust of wind that rustled Hansame's notes. The singular eye glowed brightly, as though ignitedand prepared to fire a laser or something of the sort. "This is one of the many secrets in the world hidden from nearly all Shinobi. While it is inevitable you encounter people that claim the contrary to this truth, know that whosoever speaks those words are themselves deeply flawed. Anyone that tries to dissuade you from this truth is either lying or has been deceived themselves. Aside from lowering your overall potential, such methods also leave the believer more susceptible to external manipulation." In some parts of the world, Denrei would be murdered on the spot for planting such seeds, that would equip such youngsters with extremely potent knowledge... Even Yushiro if the boy had cared to listen while silent. His single vibrant eye shifted from Niku towards the child he had blasted, and all signs of being pleased had left his face. Instead, merely a cold unflinching mask of a face remained.

It was at that very same moment another student came crashing in, falling flat onto the floor. The elder didn't flinch, or even turn to pay the clumsy entrant any mind. Instead, he was scrutinizing the boy who had refused to participate ever since being sent to the back. By the time Naki had given his name, the almost frigid glare would be broken. He watched quietly as Naki took his seat, the brunette of the bunch. The child was stuttering and stammering, clearly aware of his grand mistake. The obviously adopted son of the Toraono clan would take a seat uninterrupted, but once he sat down the old man had some sharp words to share. "Try not to embarrass yourself or your clan any further." The blunt statement needed little explanation, and he wasn't about to force the child to explain why he was tardy. Whatever the cause was had no relevance in his classroom. Denrei's personality wasn't warm and welcoming in the least, but would have perhaps been worse had he not been pleased with the performance of Niku and Hansame combined.

Returning his gaze back towards Yushiro, he'd shake his head in disappointment before turning completely black all over. The teacher would appear to be a three dimensional shadow, before bursting into countless crows. The sound of wings flapping and loud caws echoed inside the minds of all the children, but never left the open door. Ebony feathers fluttered and spiraled about as the teacher reformed through the chaos standing over Yushiro's fallen body. "I suppose you, and the other students have been wondering why I felt it necessary to knock you over. I planned on waiting until after class to go over this, but you don't have that long anymore." Crouching down, the grizzled Shinobi would grab a handful of the boy's long white hair. Once he was standing again, he held up the boy facing the class for all to see... The youth's feet dangling in the air. "Chen Yushiro thought it was clever to come to class without the intention of learning anything. Instead, his first order of business was to laugh mockingly at his future comrade, and arrogantly smile at the overseeing instructor immediately afterwards... I'm sure you would all agree that this is a challenge, and I'm not here to compete with whelps. In turn, none of you are here to antagonize your peers. I have zero tolerance for having my time wasted."</COLOR><i></i> With that being said, he let go of the boy's hair.

Yushiro would fall towards the floor of the classroom, but before he could reach something would occur. The floating black feathers would swirl together beneath the troublemaker, forming a black vortex that sucked him in. The black pit would continue to whirl and twist, shrinking until nothing remained. Any trace of crows and feathers seemed completely illusory, leaving no trace of ever having existed. Taking a step forward, over where he had disposed of the child, he'd return to the front of the class and take his seat atop the desk once more. As though nothing of importance had happened, he folded his hands and rested his chin upon them while his elbows sat atop his knees. "He'll be fine, I've transported him outside the village hospital. He can go in for attention if he needs or, or walk home. Either way, I don't want him here." The no nonsense instructor would return to his intended topic almost seamlessly. <COLOR color="#0000FF">"Hansame, since you've taken so many notes I'd like you to fill Naki in on what we've covered so far. To the best of your ability, we'll see how much you've retained. Once you've done that, I'd like both Naki and Niku to tell me what potential effects things like mocking your comrades can have on an individual. This should be based on the information given about the nature of the spirit, the relation of Chakra to the spirit, as well as a tactical perspective. Hansame, you're free to add your answer to that as well if you like..."<i></i> All in all, the class seemed to be going smoothly. Once the philosophical portion was complete, how much further would they go? Then again, it was merely their first day and their first session with his style of teaching.


Notes:
- Chen Yushiro, due to missing another deadline, you've lost all tolerance and have been removed from this class. Good luck next time.
- Toraono Naki has taken his place with my permission. Due to a late entrance, you've received a minor drop in tolerance due to IC circumstances/being late.
- Everyone 48 hours, as usual.

Tolerance

Shimi Niku
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Toraono Naki
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Ehime Hansame
[progress]100[/progress]​

 

[Shimi Niku]

-For the first time since class began, fear for the teacher finally became evident as a single drop of sweat slowly streaked down his neck. He doesn't crack though, listening and watching the events with interest. In particular he watched the feathers, mesmerized by their seemingly random vortex of black. He snaps out of it shortly before the ability ends, vanishing without a trace along with his no-longer classmate. He exhales, releasing a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, before inhaling sharply. He turns back the front, already predicting his teacher would return to his leisurely position atop his desk, before listening almost bored to the following, despite the praise, until he gets to the next question. He doesn't have to mull it over much, already understanding quite a bit about the effects of bullying but being himself bullied, although it became two sided rather fast in his case.-
"Well... If the person in question is insulted they might doubt their own abilities resulting in hesitation, or grow angry with the person insulting them, resulting in unneeded and potentially escalated hostilities, neither of which are good in this career."
-He had his own perspective though, something he had experienced in the past. The remembrance brings about a now familiar small smile.-
"Of course, there is also the chance of a friendly rivalry to occur, sparking a potentially beneficial relationship between them as they compete to be better than the other on and on."
-He lets out a sigh, the smile gone from his features as the air was let out.-

 

[Hansame]

Hansame listened to what Niku elaborated on the topic, scribbling notes and paraphrasing what his fellow classmate said. Setting down his pencil again , the blond look up at their teacher, and was surprised to see he had somewhat of a smile, and then laughed, grinning and having a look of satisfaction on his face. Growing excited, Hanse's smile grew even brighter and wider, and made a few more scribbles and notes onto his paper. However, when he looked back up at their teacher, he saw all signs of a happy face disappear, gone without a trace. Following his gaze, Hansame saw that he was looking right at Yushiro, who was still on the ground.

Before Hansame could say or do anything, the door opened and a boy came inside quickly, but then fell right onto his face. Leaning forward quickly to see if the boy was alright, He looked back into his bag and pulled out a cupcake, chocolate with white icing, and even more, surprisingly undamaged from his travels, the small optimistic blond got ready to offer it to the fallen student, but he had already gotten up, so Hansame put the cupcake to the side for later, though he did give a small wave and a big smile to his new classmate.

Turning back to their teacher, he saw something new. Their teacher seemed entirely black, no facial features. Hansame opened his mouth to say something but before the words had the chance to leave his mouth. The teacher seemed to explode in a whirlwind of feathers and crows. Hansame gave a small squeak in surprise as he heard the rush of feathers and caws ringing in his head. Then he suddenly felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw then the teacher looming over the fallen student. Hearing the calm tone the teacher took, one that hansame thought was much more scarier then the teacher actually yelling. When the teacher picked up Yushiro and dropped him into a whirling mass of feathers, Hansame thought he sent the poor guy to hell, but the teacher confirmed he was sent to the entrance of the hospital.

Looking back with a rather nervous yet still optimistic smile, Hansame nodded his head as he prepared to go over what they had done in class. Turning to his new classmate with a smile and the cupcake in one extended hand, offering it over, Hansame disregarded his notes for now. "Ok! So in the beginning of class, we were first asked about what it means to be a shinobi, which is subjective for everyone, but we learned that Shinobi are tools to follow orders by their village, but can grow to be so much more. Then we discussed what made Shinobi special, which was how they follow a strict yet flexible code, and their ability to use chakra. We talked about the history of Charkra for a bit, and Finally questioned a way people train shinbone; by cutting off all emotions and conscious. We talked about their flaws long term, as well as how it disrupts their chakra, and that's about it!" Hansame said with a bright smile.

 

[Toraono Naki]

As Naki made his way to his seat, he sighed relieved. The instructor didn't snap at him nor did he pull him over and scold him. Sitting down, he looked at Denrei only to receive some cold words. Naki frowned sadly. "R....right." It was that very thing that he strived for. To earn everyone's respect and trust. What the instructor said was nothing new to the boy, and he was going to change all of that! However, Naki did seem to notice the blondie wave and smile at him. Turning his head ever so slightly to face Hansame, he was about to wave but was interrupted by the sounds of crows crowing and wings flapping ringing in his head. Looking around, it seemed as if the entire class room was covered with dark black feathers. He noticed his teacher's form turn completely black as well before all this happened! What was going on?!?! Turning around to face Chen, Naki's eyes widened. He saw Denrei standing in front of the injured boy.

With the first words the sensei spoke, Naki gulped nervously. "D...Doesn't have...that long anymore..." The poor child assumed Denrei was about to murder Chen! "S-Sensei! You don't have to kill him!" Denrei then crouched down, grabbing a lock-full of Chen's hair. He held him for the class to see, leaving Naki to slap his hands against his mouth and keeping himself shut. He watched nervously as he slowly removed his hands. After explaining what Chen done wrong, he let go of the boy. As he fell, a spiraling vortex of ebony feathers circled beneath the slacker like a black whirlpool. It began to belittle and shrink until there was nothing left, leaving Naki to just stare with wide eyes. The child's face turned blue from fear. After that was done, Denrei simply walked up to the class as if nothing happened. How could he be so calm?!?! HE JUST MURDERED A STUDENT!

The instructor approached the desk, before taking a seat on top of it. Resting his elbows on his knees, and chin on his folded hands, he looked at the class calmly. Once he explained what happened to Chen, Naki sighed relieved. "this guy's crazy...." The Toraono child thought. Soon, class resumed once more. The instructor ordered Hansame to explain what we've covered so far. Naki sighed in relieved seemingly getting to know this information right off the bat. Turning to Hansame, he blinked blankly as he saw the cupcake offered to him. Taking the cupcake eagerly, he listened to Hansame as he spoke about what they covered so far. Taking small bites of the cupcake, he watched as Hansame talked about everything he needed to know. "Oh, thanks uh....Hansame? I'm Naki.~ Nice to meetchya." Naki smiled before he turned to Denrei. He heard Niku's answer, but seemed to disagree with the other student.

When Niku was done talking, Naki smirked and shook his head. "I don't think that's true though." Putting one finger up and closing his eyes, he continued on. "Maaaaybe it could happen, but that means they just aren't strong willed enough to 'be' shinobi." He opened his eyes and looked at his instructor a bit confused. "Right...?" The child shrugged regardless. "And besides, if it was, and they do doubt their abilities, then how come this wont work." Turning to his sensei, he cleared his throat. "You're a lousy good for nothing ninja!" Pointing his finger back at Niku, he frowned. "That doesn't make him a bad ninja, he can still kick all are butts if he wanted to." Gulping, realizing what he said, he turned to his teacher with a nervous chuckle. "T...That was just an example Sensei....but if you ask me what effects can happen, I'd sayyyyy....they simply wouldn't like you...? I guess...? And uh...that wouldn't....be good for uh, team...work...right?" Naki seemed a bit unsure about his answer, and his answer wasn't really all that great, but it was an answer nonetheless.

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