New Day, New Dawn [Class/Open]

[Takahashi Matsu]

Matsu sat at his desk after having in absent minded fashion written his name in Runic Terran on the board. Or, what would be considered of it. His hand writing was actually quite immaculate, but one would never guess if they had ever gotten the chance to truly see him. Even now, his body was covered in his leather hunting gear. He kicked his feet up on the desk and reclined backwards with 2 legs of the chair lifting off the ground. His chair was crafted fine fine redwood not native to the area and it was mentioned that he locked it in a closet every day after class so that it was neither stolen nor sat in by unwanted individuals. His dirty boots sat crossed over one another and his left food, the one above his right, tapped into the air. Quietly he hummed to himself as his arms stretched up over his head almost touching the board behind him.

For today, he had no true class schedule. He was waiting to see who would attend, evaluate them, then built the structure from there. He felt no true need in building a class where some students would simply fall behind or garner no new knowledge. The point was to educate and proliferate their ranks. If children died it served one purpose, but it did not aid the overall goal of the country and given his name and station that was not a thing he felt...proper.

 

[Kitetsu Kurikara]

Kiyo wandered through the halls, searching for a class at her new school. She was truly nervous to be joining the Academy after having planned it for a whole three years, but it was too late to turn back now. She noticed a teacher sitting at a desk in an empty classroom and wandered inside, looking at him silently before approaching timidly. She bowed politely before addressing the male. "Hello, Sir. Are you a teacher here?" she voiced, not glancing up just yet in case he didn't wish to be disturbed.

Kiyo waited patiently for the response, already nervous that she would be declined by the man if he was a teacher because of her physical state. She knew she didn't appear to be the strongest, and her silent nature wasn't very intimidating, but she hoped the man would give her a chance to prove her talents, or to at least improve them.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

Matsu's chair leaned forward as the legs tapped gently onto the floor. His body lifted up and he stretched. As his arms came down, he waved his hands a bit in front of him more to say that there was no need for formalities. He yawned slightly and stretched some more. "You've got it, friendo. Go ahead and take a seat. We'll see if anyone else is coming. If they are not, then we'll give you a bit of a test to see what all you're looking to focus on. What you're good at. What you're bad at. All that kind of fun stuff."<i></i> He smiled beneath his mask an leaned down to open up some drawers. Inside one was a stack of papers that was simply labeled Placement Test.

The questions comprised were quite simple:

Name
Age
Parents names
Any particular family traits
What you want to work on
What you think you're good at
What you think you're bad at
Goals
Dreams
Draw your favourite animal
Tell me about yourself

And that was it. Just a simple questionnaire. Something to stimulate the kids into expressing who they were and to get a greater glimpse of who they were. When the child made their way over to a seat, Matsu would hand it to them with a pencil to write. He'd also place a small box of crayons onto the desk as well wherever the child wished to be. "Once I see that we can get started. Good luck. Be honest."<i></i>

 

[Kitetsu Kurikara]

Kiyoko noted the way her teacher had dismissed her polite nature, and she wasn't exactly sure how to respond, so she silently took a seat near the front, her hands resting in her lap as the paper was placed before her. She looked over the questions and began to think, wanting to write her answers with efficient information. She then took the pencil and began to respond to each question.

Age: 9
Parents' names: Mizuki Kurai (Father) and Mizuki Manami (Mother)
Any particular family traits: None
What you want to work on: I would like to train in either sand jutsu or medical jutsu.
What you think you're good at: I believe I am good at learning quickly, and observational skills are high in my family.
What you think you're bad at: I don't have any physical training, and I have no chakra control. I want to grow stronger.
Goals: To improve my physical strength and be seen as more than a weak little girl.
Dreams: To protect my mother and make my father proud. I want to fight for Sunagakure.
Draw your favorite animal:
Tell me about yourself: I am quiet and observant, but I want to get stronger and won't give up until I do. I spend all my time with my mother outside of school because it's just us now. My dad passed away last year when his trade unit was ambushed on the road. Mother isn't dealing with it very well, so I want to get stronger so that I can help support her.

Kiyo then went back to the spot for her drawing, where she began a simple yet decent sketch of a wolf howling. She didn't use the colors except for the dark and light blues, which she used to color the wolf's eyes and add a few different colors to the fur for a more unique look. The art wasn't overly extraordinary, but she felt proud of her work, especially since she enjoyed drawing with her mother when they weren't cleaning up the house.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

[I'd waited to make sure no one else joined. It will be quicker at times from here]

Matsu nodded as he watched. Seeing no other children enter, he waited for the child to finish. Upon her finishing, he'd look over and read through her answered without lifting up the quiz. He'd nod a few times and lift his hand, palm to the sky, to the door and make a gesture towards it. "If you wish to be stronger, then we can do that. Today we will be going out into the desert. On the way, I will tell you a terrible story. With this story there will be truths and one lie. Your job will be to figure out the lie by the time we return to the classroom. If you do both, you pass today's exam. If you only do one, then you get to come back. If you can do neither, then you will find a new teacher. That said, find the lie and survive the desert with me today."<i></i>

He smiled under his mask. It was one of his favourite tests. If a student had not true ambition outside of strength then he'd test both their mind and their body. More their mind than their body, but he wasn't about to tell them that. He'd never had a student killed, but that fear was something that would keep them on their toes and make they try or quit before it began.

 

[Kitetsu Kurikara]

[It’s fine, I understand!]

Kiyoko listened intently to her teacher’s instructions, a bit worried by how “terrible” this story would be. But the fact that he was going to test both one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses together was an interesting idea. She knew she would be able to discern the male’s truths from his lies once she learned his tick, if it were to be a noticeable one. If not, she would simply need to gauge what little she knew about his personality with his story and see what would line up.

Kiyo stood up, stretching her arms over her head as she looked up at the taller male. She gave a nod, showing she would follow the man into the desert as he would lead. After all, she had no reason not to trust a teacher at the school. She would listen intently as he spoke his tale, glancing at him from time to time to observe his body language, facial expressions, and vocal patterns as she hoped to find some sort of hint as to what he was lying about.

 

[Ayame]

Another class for Ayame. She wondered if Akujin will be their teacher this time.
She walked through the halls silent, like a ghost, noticing nothing. Then entered the room.


The girl wore all black clothes that that covered all her body, except her hands. The clothes were made for her so she could be able to move fast and freely.
The red-eyed girl looked tired, there was dried blood on one of her combat shoes. Her red eyes stared first at the teacher, then at the girl, but no expression appeared on her face.
Her tanto was attached to her belt. She carried it everywhere and the last time she was here no one told her anything about it.
Ayame examined her teacher and the room with her eyes - habit she acquired while working as a thief and could not get rid off, But it was useful one, so she was glad to have it.

His leather hunting gear, his boots were dirty. She guessed that most of the time he spent outside of the village. And...
"Interesting" - she thought we she saw the chair.
It was different from the chairs here, and the material she guessed wasn't from here, because she never saw anything similar to it.
"Where did he get that? Is that... him?"
There was a rumor that a teacher locked in a closet his chair every day after class, so she guessed that this might be the man. The girl didn't believe rumors. She had to make sure herself if they were real or not, but in her lifetime she learned that every information was important.

Her eyes drifted to the girl. She looked worried about something, Ayame had no idea about what. Then noticed the piece of paper on her desk. So she was taking some kind of test. Maybe she was worried because of the test.
Then she saw the board. There was written something that she could not understand. Her eyes narrowed, indicating that she didn't liked to not know things.
The girl looked at the teacher and asked:
- What's that on the board?
Then she realized that she had to act more like a civilized human, not like the savage she was. She was now in the village, so she had to learn some manners.
- I mean... I'm sorry I was late.
She kept staring at the board.

WC: 396​

 

[Teke]

Teke pushed her way out of the asylums door angrily, slamming the reinforced wood against the outside wall. "Fuckin' bitch!" She screamed out as she stomped past the two door guard who looked both shocked and bewildered as they hadn't been expecting the noise, Teke however continued. "I have fucking classes and you drag me away for a chat? Are you that dense? I hate every last one of you!" She called out, turning back toward the building. "You think i'm gonna be grateful for the shit you did to me. You could all catch fire and die painfully for all I care, inhuman freaks!" With her frustrations vented for the moment she spun back and began toward the academy with a face like thunder.

She pushed open the doors into the building, calmed down a little but not completely and she stormed over to the desk and looked at the currently running classes, picking the one with the least students signing up as the person on the desk simply left her to it, having met Teke before and knowing better. She moved through the corridors quickly until she came to the classroom and stood herself in the doorway. Her tiny frame making her look a lot less intimidating that she'd care to know about, blonde hair tied up into two messy buns and clothes slightly to large against her frail looking frame. She looked right at the teacher and exhaled angrily through her nose. "You ever have kids, don't let em be fucking kidnapped by dick 'eds coz I'll find you..." Clearly there was zero context for her sudden outburst and without giving it time to sink in she moved into the classroom and past the other students without even a glance, Ayame for reasons other than unfamiliarity. She grabbed a desk close to a window and plonking herself down in it, looking at the board for the first time, immediately she recognized the scripture and furrowed her brows. "Isn't Runic Terran a little advanced for a student class?" She waited a moment as she thought about it more and then shrugged. She knew enough about the language to recognize it when it was written down or spoken but had no idea how to read, write, speak or truly understand it.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

Matsu stopped as he was about to direct Kiyoko out of the room. As the other students entered, he took a step away from the door and placed his hands on his chair. Lifting it gently with one hand which would be a feat for many if they realized just how heavy the chair actually was, Matsu carried it over to the classroom closet. He lifted out his keys and unlocked it, opened the door, and placed the chair inside before locking it once again. Turning back to the new entries he made motions towards the door. He even ignored the quite odd outburst. "We're going outside today. Well, we're going up to the surface and outside. While you did not take the quiz, you will be tested all the same. I will tell a story as we go. If you all can now spot all three lies opposed to the one, then you'll pass that portion. The second goal is to survive the desert with me today. If you do both then you'll pass for the day. If you only manage half of the exercise, then you'll get to come back and I'll be very disappointed."<i></i>

He cleared his throat as he motioned for the children to begin walking outside. He would not be leading. He would only direct from the back. There were more secrets in play than they'd realize. "If you perform neither, then I will never allow you to be taught by me again. Mindfully, that might mean you died. Now, to introduce myself as none of you can read our language. I am Takahashi Matsu. I am cousin to our illustrious Kazekage and likely the worst teacher here. Welcome to my class."<i></i> He would smile beneath his mask, but there would be no indication upon his clothes to these children. Matsu had spent a very long time as an Anbu and gave very little of his mannerisms away. The only note that they'd have for now is how happily he spoke. Every single thing he said was as if someone was excited to be alive. "Out you go. After you all."<i></i>

 

[Kitetsu Kurikara]

Kiyoko didn’t expect anyone else to be joining the class so suddenly, although her eyes somewhat lit up when she realized she wouldn’t be the only one being taught now. Not only would it take the attention away from her since she hated to be the center of it, but it also meant there would probably be more distractions for her to carry out her occasionally sneaky ways. She was a good girl, but she wouldn’t mind bending the rules to learn a few things independently.

Her eyes flickered from person to person, a small smirk lighting her lips. She would also have more people to observe at once, which would be quite the interesting challenge, especially since she hadn’t done so in about two years. She took in the appearance of each new girl, hoping they wouldn’t be like her last female friend who tried to drag her into “girly things.” But just from appearance, she guessed that these two older females were definitely not girly. Kiyoko looked to the board when she heard the second girl’s words, noting the strange writing that she had initially ignored in favour of meeting her new teacher, but now she made sure she would ask her mother about the writing later on.

Her smirk faded from her lips as soon as their teacher began to speak, and she mentally stored the information of his name for later. However, as he moved to walk behind them, Kiyo realized she wouldn’t be able to observe him as closely. She would be going strictly off of verbal cues, which were easy to manipulate if one were to try. She didn’t like the fact that her deductive abilities would be knocked down a peg, but she wouldn’t complain; after all, it was a challenge. Kiyoko was extremely competitive, so she wasn’t about to let one little setback get in her way. And if she really cared, she would simply come back the next day and learn when she would be able to steal glances at him. Or at least, how to read his voice better.

She didn’t want to lead the group, having never been the leader personality, so she stepped out of the classroom and waited patiently in hopes for one of the older girls to take the lead. She wanted to be closer to her teacher as well in hopes to catch something she might not if she were further away, but she didn’t want him catching on and being more careful either. Her gaze was cast down to her feet once more as her shy persona overtook her. It always felt more comfortable, and it allowed her to not be bothered when she was observing others. After all, no one liked to talk to the ridiculously shy girl.

[MFT: 465 Words]

 

[Ayame]

Ayame squint her eyes when she saw the angry Teke.
"Oh come ooon... not this asshole again..."
The red-eyed girl looked at the chair, pretending like Teke wasn't here.
She followed with her eyes the teacher, that locked the chair in the closet.
"So it was true after all...." she thought once again.
This was enough to arouse her interest. Now she needed to learn more about that chair and why is it so important to the teacher. She also noticed that the teacher did some motions towards the door.
"Shit... most likely some protection..."
The thief in her never slept. It was always there, looking for new opportunities. The days with the gang were over, but old habits never die, and now she had more than one opportunity to use them.
She came here as a thief, trying to steal from a shinobi. She got caught, and this changed her life for good, but the happy days were over so she had to be careful this time.
She had to learn more about the chair and frankly she didn't cared about the class. Didn't care if she was going to be taught by him, if she is going to pass his test or for the people here. Her days staying here were coming to an end, so none of this mattered. She cared for only one thing... she had to stay alive here, so she could die elsewhere. Her dreams of calling Sand home and being an ANBU were... well... just dreams and she knew that. As much as she wanted this and knew she could be useful being an ANBU with her tracking, stalking abilities and much more + shadow jutsu she accepted that this is not happening.
The girl cursed inside her head. Cursed everything.
Still on the outside she was just looking around. Not showing anything and not giving information about herself was important. Again, old habits.

So shed stoop up, but waited at the door, so she could be the last in the line, while going out. She wanted to be able to see everyone and if something happened... well, she'd have more time to react.
The teacher said something about being the worst teacher here. Ayame smiled at the ground.
"Well, meet the worst student." came to her mind, but never said anything out loud.
The girl couldn't see who was behind the mask so the only information she could get about him was from his voice. Sounded happy, but most likely not because he was teaching them.

[WC: 424]
[MFT]​

 

[Teke]

Teke had barely put her bottom on her chair when it was announced that they would in fact not be having their class indoors. Normally this meat they'd go play in the training yards outside which was somewhat enjoyable for the short girl as it meant she could show off her abilities that by all standards were far beyond a student. That however would not be the case today, Teke had to mentally double take and process what the teacher had just said. "S-surface? You're not shitting me right? I will kill you if you're fucking with me..." Her tone stoic and serious as anyone had ever heard, it was probably strange to the other students for as they likely come and go as they please... to a degree at least. This was not so for Teke though, she'd been locked down in this underground village for over four years and she yearned to see the sky once again and feel the wind against her skin.

Quickly she got to her feet and moved quick as a flash to the door, visibly shaking with excitement. "Move it and try to keep up, you fall behind and I'll be leaving you." And with that said she just started to speed walk like a mother of three possessed. She cared little for if they could keep up though had an inkling the teacher would do so easily at the very least and as it was his lesson she was taking, he was all she gave a shit about. It had been far to long since she'd seen the surface and the child-like wonderment danced like light in her eyes. This was all she had been waiting for since being allowed to join these academy classes and though she'd never been given express permission to actually leave yet by the asylum, it was a class and they could "suck a dick" as far as she cared.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

Matsu's eyes narrowed as he stood. No. No. Nonononononononononono. Screaming reality bled into his mind. His fingers clenched and without much effort he would be grabbing Teke round the neck with his bare hand. Well. He'd be grasping here tightly so she couldn't really go anywhere. His bright red eyes focused in on her neck. If she managed to slip out of his fingers then she would have other issues to worry about. If she didn't then she would find herself somewhat cratered in the floor. Matsu, despite his height only being 5'9" and his cousin being more or less a walking automaton as far as he could tell was exceptionally strong. Were he not mystically augmented in some way, his body would likely buckle under its own strength.

It was nice she took initiative so the others would follow. They would also get to see the consequences of their actions. Matsu was previously ANBU and locked away because of how dangerous he became. He was released when they felt him safe for public consumption and was turned loose on criminals even they wished not to handle and monsters that dwelled in nature. Of all those in the village, he likely spent the most time high above and deep below. He also wouldn't be threatened under any circumstance. "I do not care how you speak to others, but you will never threaten me. I'm the one who kills your nightmares so you get to keep existing as a monster. Monsters are useful tools."<i></i> His free hand would remove the hat and leather mask apparatus from his head and would expose a heavily tattoo'd skin. Deep scars and places tattoos seemed to have been removed and redone covered most every inch. His eyes were a deep red familiar in Carmot, though they were likely unfamiliar. So, had he grasped her and she not been able to escape then her body would be put into the ground. She'd be safe and alive. Maybe hurt. He was gentle and careful, but being put through stone was still dangerous.

"The story begins. Reality is not what we perceive it to be, but what clarity allows us to see. Those with more clarity are deemed insane. Those without live in bliss."<i></i> If the child has escape, there would still be a crater in the ground where his quivering palm had destroyed the ground. Either way, he'd lift himself up and redress himself. During his time speaking, his brow would still be furrowed but no inclination would be garnered. "It was considered that the world above was proper and governed by a god without care for its creations. Below, shadows crept and reality was impressed by firelight. A mockery of the above world."<i></i> He would gesture for them to go and he would lead in front. No matter Teke's pace, he would effortlessly keep to the front. His story would continue about the world being harshly judged by the god above and only those that could withstand its judgement would be allowed on the surface. When his story ended as he'd take pauses to observe them and guide them, they'd be up above in the desert sands. It would be harsh and hot and the sand would scour their skin.

"And we will begin with more story soon and your tests."<i></i>

 

[Kitetsu Kurikara]

Kiyoko’s gaze flickered back and forth between the people around her, already beginning her normal habit of attempting to read them. She wanted to learn everything about them, from what annoyed them the most to what their favorite color was. It was going to be a little difficult if she didn’t speak to them very much, but she had a feeling these two wouldn’t be so friendly in the first place. Then again, perhaps Kiyo’s friendliness would be the way to get them to open up a little. She was a kind and understanding individual on the outside, her calculations of what she learned always hidden and kept to herself as to not hurt anyone. She had made that mistake before, and one of her greatest friends was no longer with her because of her mouth.

Albeit one of the reasons she didn’t talk as much anymore, Kiyo wasn’t going to let that fear hold her back. She had come to accept that she made a mistake and simply aimed not to repeat it. Her eyes danced over to the black-haired girl. Something about her seemed…familiar. Kiyo couldn’t place her finger on it, but she could feel some sort of empathetic feeling towards the girl. The white-haired child knew she probably had a very different background, but the way her eyes scanned her surroundings made Kiyo a little nervous. She was an attentive student as well.

Kiyo then let her gaze drift to the blonde. She seemed extremely different from the previous girl. Her entire appearance was somewhat golden, although Kiyoko could clearly see from her actions and words that she was not the golden personality one would expect from simply a picture of the girl. She was a bit rough around the edges, and Kiyo felt that the two girls didn’t get along all that well. Perhaps there wouldn’t be any friendships built in this class of misfits…but whether or not that was a bad thing was not yet clear to the white-haired child.

She was caught off-guard by the reaction of her teacher. His clear display of strength had her worrying for her safety, but she still said nothing as she began to follow along with the small group. Her eyes moved to her teacher, eyeing him in hopes to learn if he had a truth-revealing tick to assist in her test. It could be anything from an averted gaze to a rapid blinking, or even a different breathing pattern or shift of the jaw. She had seen many due to her father insisting she learn how to read people. They used to go out and observe people just to see if she could notice anything specific that he missed. She grew to understand the reading a little better as time went along, though she never dreamed it would be a necessary skill. Now, however, it would hopefully prove to be a blessing from her late father.

 

[Ayame]

Ayame wanted to laugh at the sight Teke being owned by the teacher, but she remained calm. Even if she didn't liked her, she was ready to jump and help her if the things were about to get serious. They would not stand a chance against their teacher, but her evil mind thought about something that would be useful in this situation.

The girl noticed the new student looking at her with her peripherally vision. She didn't mind, there was no chance she'd be able to learn anything about her. Ayame gazed at her with her red eyes and noticed she was nervous. Maybe everything that happened here was too much for her. Then she turned to see teacher's face.

Ayame examined the face when he removed the mask. Tattoos, deep scars... she asked herself who was that guy and what kind of life he was living? He wasn't that big, but he had a lot of strength and it seemed that he won't tolerate any disobedience. Still she wasn't scared of him at all, it was hard for someone to scare Ayame after everything she has seen or been through. No, she wasn't scared. But the story... well the story was something else.
Her hands began to slightly shake and she clenched her fists.
Until now she tried to stay calm, but things she heard broke her mask. An uneasiness was written on her face and her heart was about to explode.
Why he was telling this story...
She was chased by her hallucinations. Shadows that tried to consume her and scare her. Nightmares that didn't let her sleep.
The girl took a step backwards and turned around, looking at the endless desert, so they would be not able to see her face.
They said she was sick. These hallucinations weren't real, just like the story, but still the story brought the sick feeling from the hallucinations in her.
(OOC: Cool coincidence ^^)

WC:320​

 

[Teke]

It had been a long time since Teke had felt such force upon her body, before the doctors gave up on the physical methods of rehabilitation in fact and this girl had the same expression on her face now as she did back then. Her golden eyes bore straight up into the face of her assaulter and a wide, sharp toothed grin was plastered across her face, it was hilarious to her how easily antagonized he had been. It wasn't as if the process didn't hurt,her back had impacted pretty hard and winded her quite considerably, it was fortunate that he decided to offer some verbal advice to her as the air slowly moved past the hand clenched on her throat. "Nightmares? You must be talking to the wrong girl, sir. I am the fucking nightmare, so either finish me off or take your hands off of me. I've had far to much unwanted male contact during my time in this village and I don't plan to add to that tally." Her eyes shifted then, looking over to the other two girls in the class, either unsure of what to do or simply not giving a rats ass. "Plus, you're scaring the kids. I think Ayame is nearly pissing herself." She added with a little chuckle.

Eventually when he did remove his hand from her form she caught her breath quickly her grin turned into a mere smirk. She quickly picked herself up and started to dust herself off, paying some attention to the teachers words since this was still a class but his name was would be sitting quite high on her list of people she wanted dead. They followed him through the village and Teke would remain silent even if the other girls tried speaking to her, she was pissed off and nothing more than the actual surface would quell the fire in her.

Fortunately it would not be a long journey to the entrance of the gateway that led out into the upper village. Teke would stop as she saw the sunlight pouring through and let the others pass her. This was all she'd dreamed of for the past years, the only thing that kept her going as she was trapped in those tiny rooms, refusing to give in to their methods, their "treatments". She swallowed nervously, unsure how she would even react and took her first steps back to the surface.

The sun was the first thing to hit her body, instantly she started to shake as she continued to follow, her head down and looking at her feet intently, scared to even look up. Suddenly a little spot of liquid landed just in front of her feet, followed by another, slowly increasing in frequency. Once they'd moved a fair way from the entrance she finally lifted her head and looked straight up to the sky, tears trailed down her face though she was trying to play it off like she hadn't noticed them. She stared up at the blue sky that she'd longed for and smiled, it was all to much and despite her best efforts the tears simply wouldn't stop. It was everything she'd remembered the heat, the wind, the colours, it was all here and she could finally have her freedom and nothing was worth losing this moment over.

[WC - 557]

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

"I am our worst teacher for two reasons. Most of my students die."<i></i> There likely may have been a second reason, but if there was he definitely hadn't mentioned it yet. The child, Teke, was noted in the back of his mind to deal with later. He was generally against killing children, but perhaps he'd make the exception. It was in his programming. Besides her and various other dangers, he'd also have to keep an eye out for the two headed freak he'd dismissed himself of for the time being. His cousin was far less apt at spotting dangers like he was. Matsu was, without question, a lunatic, but he was a lunatic built on the principle of clarity. He'd most definitely pulled his grasp on the child as his mind wandered back, but it was only so he didn't outright kill her and have to do paperwork. That was well beyond anything he wished to be doing at this point in time. "To continue my story. The things below made their own world as a mockery of the god above. Although they were created by said uncaring god, they wished to bask in its light despite how terrible."<i></i>

With one hand he made a motion as if to say 'all of this' and then he raised both hands into the sky to bask in the warmth. It was nice and refreshing, but soon he'd return to the underground despite the massive hole in their ceiling opening up the sky to many beneath. Many had died, but such was the terrible rather of what he considered to be Jashin. He eyed each of the girls carefully before pointing at Teke then at a large rock nearby that had several scorpions on it. His fingers snapped as he pointed at them and they began stridulating in whatever terrible, spiteful way scorpions made that hissing noise. "That god created such creatures to keep those below from standing strong on the surface, but some came up and fought as hard as they could to secure a foothold in the world above to be gifted by their uncaring god. Few were. Most died. But, such was the tax required. Blood, sweat, and tears. Lives mostly. So, go kill me a scorpion without getting killed. Next, you"<i></i> And he'd point to Ayame. After that he would point at Kiyoko. It was the reverse order that they had come to class that day.

With that he would fold his arms behind his back and take a few steps away from the students. "Get to it."<i></i>

[Post in whatever order. As long as all 3 of you post within a couple days, it will continue]

 

[Teke]

It was a glorious sight to behold, she'd now taken that final step in being what she considered to be truly free. She tried to nonchalantly wipe her eyes and probably failed to conceal it, but she was beyond giving a shit what any of these people thought. Matsu continued to babble on about who knows what, much to the girls bemusement, he certainly had a few screws loose and was clearly fanatical about this god he kept raving on about possibly to violent degrees. She gave an audible sigh, having managed to calm herself down a little now and stepped forwards at the mans instructions. "I was born on the surface, I know more than you probably think about survival of the fittest up here. I'll humor you for now though, these classes haven't failed to teach me thus far." She said with tinge of happiness in her voice as if the earlier interaction hadn't even happened.

She approached the small arachnids, keeping a good few feet of distance between them before coming to a stop, she wasn't so cocky as to think she was invulnerable to them but she'd been dealing with these creatures since the day she was born. She could be an asshole here and just obliterate all the scorpions in the area but she was a little curious about how the other two girls would handle them and decided for the moment to be a team player. She put her hands together for a moment in concentration before the hand seals began to form. Upon both of her arms came a crackling current of golden electrical chakra, it shifted across the surface of her arms before it began to congregate at her heart and from their it traveled down into her foot and seemingly vanished into the sand. Teke stood firm as she concentrated, having not practiced this jutsu to much, especially through a non-conductive material like sand. It soon payed of, in the blink of an eye a bolt of lightning shot up from the ground right beneath one of the creatures, incinerating it to ash that scattered in the wind. [Electroshock - Master Rank]

She turned to look at the others and without looking at any of them in-particularly she smiled. "Overkill but... something like this is simple, even for a student I think. Dangerous as they may be, scorpions aren't likely to attack without provocation. Not in my experience anyway, it has been a few years but I remember quite vividly." She said whimsically,not back to her original spot, she spun on her heels and readied herself to watch the other girls. "Even after they tried so hard to take my memories, fucking quacks." She mused as she waited.

 

[Ayame]

The girl stopped listening to the story that made her nervous. She looked at the scorpions and her plans made her feel better.
"Scorpions? This isn't fun at all." - came to her mind. But she was here now and had to play the teacher's game and even make it interesting.
According to Teke the scorpions aren't likely to attack without provocation. She could take of more than one, but the teacher wanted just one, so there was no point in using techniques that would affect more than one target. But... it would be funnier.

Teke was blabbering something about someone who tried to take her memories away. Ayame took a few steps forward, but kept her distance from the scorpions.
- Sometimes taking you memories away is the best thing that could happen to you. - the red-eyed girl said, without moving her eyes from the scorpions.
She watched them, observing their movements. It was odd that the teacher made them kill some little scorpions. Still, she decided to make sure not to piss the other scorpions. She'd be able to handle them, Teke too, but the new girl... she wasn't sure about her.
The girl activated her sharingan, her eyes change with it's pattern, and looked at one of the arachnids. She knew exactly what she wanted to happen. A few seconds passed and the girl grinned.
- Look. - she said.
The scorpion started stinging another one from the group and a fight between them began.
- The scorpion can feel the pain from the other one's attacks, but I'm not letting it to run away.
Her scorpion ripped it's opponents body to pieces with it's pincers.
- Hah... it seems even this can be interesting.
A beautiful sight that Ayame enjoyed a lot.
The scorpion was under her command still.
- Hey, new girl, you want to kill it?
If she wanted, Ayame would make it move aside from the group, waiting for it's own death. If she didn't want she'd release it. It would be a show is she made it kill itself, but people had different understandings of what was fun.

[Hypnotic Suggestion used]
[WC: 357]​

 

[Kitetsu Kurikara]

Kiyoko watched both of the girls intently. She wasn't too familiar with the abilities they both possessed, given her family never practiced jutsu of any kind. At least, in front of her... When the blonde girl had incinerated the scorpion, she raised a brow. It was definitely a jutsu that could do damage to more than just one small scorpion, she assumed. When the ravenette took her turn, it took Kiyoko a moment to place what she was doing. It was some sort of hypnotic control over the creature. When Kiyoko was offered the kill from the girl, she nearly took the offer. After all, Kiyoko had yet to even imagine learning a jutsu.

But she knew she shouldn't rely on someone else's strength, or else she wouldn't be able to grow on her own. All she had ever done was rely on her mother and father, and here she was, extremely weak and lacking in knowledge of combat skills and jutsu of any sort. Kiyoko needed to learn through the mistakes of not only others, but herself as well.

"No, thank you. I will do this on my own," she said softly, the first time she had spoken to either of the girls. Her voice was soft and weak compared to the confidence of the other two girls. Her timid nature was quite obvious, though she didn't mind it all that much. Kiyoko had always been this way.

She took her time to focus on the scorpions, her eyes scanning them all as she silently and slowly crept forward. She stopped when one seemed to grow agitated, though the rest seemed to ignore her. She decided to take slight advantage of the one's agitation, moving herself slightly forward before stepping back. Although she had never encountered a scorpion before, she had been a reader throughout her childhood. She knew that if a scorpion was upset, it would not run away from the problem. Instead it would approach the predator or prey head on with its own attack. When the scorpion moved away from the rest, Kiyoko knew she was about halfway to her goal. She continued to draw it away from both her class and the rest of the small arachnids. Once she felt she was far enough away, she began to approach it a bit more. It hissed at her, and she momentarily wondered how poisonous this specific scorpion was. Matsu-sensei did tell them to kill without being killed, so it was likely it could kill with its venom.

Kiyoko had to put her slight fear aside when the scorpion began to quicken its pace towards her. She watched its jumping pattern closely, and she began to tease at it while jumping away. Aside from the looming possibility of death from a single sting, their little dance was actually fun for the white-haired young girl, a fact that was visible given her small smile. She was capable of moving quite quickly due to her small stature. She had her fun with dodging the small creatures attacks, and she was careful not to agitate any more of the scorpions. She waited for it to pounce closer to her before she took her strike, stomping the creature as soon as it landed. She then picked it up by its tail, inspecting it a bit closer with a soft smirk on her lips.

"I've never seen one of these up close," she mused softly to herself, taking the chance to inspect it closely before she set it back on the sand softly. It was officially the first creature she had ever killed, and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about it. She moved a bit of sand over its body before walking silently back to the group, not meeting any of their eyes as she reverted back to her shy self.