Things That Can Go Wrong [CLASS]

[Michi]

Many things can go wrong when you are a shinobi. Decapitation due to a misplaced trap, incarceration due to the backlash of a powerful fire technique, self genjutsuing due to looking at yourself in the mirror when casting a genjutsu. Perhaps the last is an urban myth, but most eye technique masters recommend avoiding eye contact with oneself when performing an illusion technique. Today was not meant to be an ordinary day at the academy, today was supposed to be a day of surviving the plight of being a student. As a student, most survive to see at least Genin-hood, but sadly many do not make it their next year. It was a harsh product of living in the desert, not only were there villains, supernatural foes but there was also the terrain itself working against them. She had buried far too many young boys, especially since the collapse of Caduceus Tower.

Today they were meeting in an open space, a large room, a distal capillary of one of the many tunnels that snaked throughout the earth under Wind Country. The space looked unassuming enough, a large dusty space with earthen walls and floor. The ground was uneven and there were signs that the space was recently disturbed. There was a flag stuck into the far wall of the room, a bright red ribbon. There was a also a sign panted firmly into the ground that read:

DANGER

It was a simple and straight to the point notice. She stood there waiting. She was told that there was to be a student coming and she was sent here as well. She commonly did not act as an instructor and felt out of place whenever she did so. All she knew was that this room was the lesson plan. The task painfully simple, have the student(s) retrieve the flag on the other side of the room and to be sure that there is a Medic on hand.

 

[Moyamaru]

He was unusually focused, the child completely ignoring everyone else he had to walk past including other students like himself and the occasional instructor. Where as he had thought the class would be held within the facility it was once he reached the place did he learn that this particular class was being held in a different location. Spending the next part of the hour walking to the designated location, Mun was incredibly in his own mindset by the time he arrived. There was no real impression of his instructor, his blacked out eyes honed solely upon her appearance for a few moments as he walked up to her.

"I'm sorry for being late...this is my first class and all. My name is Mun..."

It was after his initial introduction did he take further notice of the surroundings in which the class was held, particularly noting the very obvious sign that spelled "Danger". His second focal point was the ribbon all the way on the opposite side of the large room with nothing between them and it. His eyebrow raised as he stared at the other notable differences in the room, the earthly tone of the walls and floor while portion were just mismatched. This all made him ask a question out of his curious nature...

"This room looks....like it could fall apart..."

The child crossed his arms, the sound of his equipment moving around giving vibrations within both his belt pouches and backpack. The vibrations themselves would tell that he, although a student, was well prepared for a variety of situations innately. This was all just apart of his personality, always over-prepared for such a basic thing as a class.

Maybe this was simply his trademark...

 

[Michi]

A first day student doing an exercise like this? Shiori was not 100% sure of the game-plan for today's lesson, but she remembered something quite similar when she was a young student. One girl blew her arm straight off, they had to replace it with a puppet prosthetic. Another was blinded by a flash of bright light that fried their retinas. She was not sure of the big deal with blindness, it was not like they were deaf. THAT would be a tragic occurrence.

<"I'm sorry for being late...this is my first class and all. My name is Mun...">

"Takahashi Shiori," she answered shortly. She was not upset, heck she did not even know he was late. He might be familiar with her surname since she shared it with the Kazekage, he was her cousin and while they were not united by blood, nor was she and the Torono family, the surname was more common than she liked. "I don't teach often M'self," she added with a voice that sounded mildly dissatisfied. "Wish you were more annoying because I would not feel so bad about this..." she mused out loud. She was a big softy for a shinobi, she lacked the hardness or the self-medicating or borderline psychotic behavior of her peers. The plight of sanity...

<"This room looks....like it could fall apart...">

Falling apart was the least of their concerns. The area was loaded with proximity E-notes as well as poisons that might go off if tripped. While some patches of earth were obviously disturbed, others were not so much.

"Pretty likely" Shiori responded matter-of-factually. There was a box of supplies resting against the wall that went somewhat unnoticed, it was filled with basic shinobi equipment, all found [HERE]. "There is a box of supplies here, you have everything from explosive notes to basic swords [non-augmented] and even shuriken and kunai... Your goal is to retrieve the flag across the space. In the ground, there are traps. Some of them are more obvious than others, but most of them are really dangerous. My job is to glue the pieces together if you get yourself hurt." She gave him what warning she could.

The area beyond that sign was lined with everything conceivable and surely a few things she has not even thought of. If she remembered correctly, the floor was lined with explosive notes, most set to go off when in the proximity of something capable of wielding chakra. But if memory served, there were also spaces reserved for timed notes. She did not time them, but class was set for a specific time. She wondered if any were going to go off even if he did evade the buried traps.

 

[Moyamaru]

So he quickly discovered that there were no such luxuries as standard classroom classes with paper and pencil and an instructor verbally describing the lifestyle he was getting himself into. The kid began to shudder slightly, his nerves betraying him as the teacher described what the objectives of this class were and his task to complete it. Physical harm was an obvious possibility, not just a cut or bruise but injuries associated with explosions and the shrapnel that follows. This was for real and his rationalization of this fact in his head was the reason why his body was shaking, the child's nerves were in overdrive for all but the wrong reasons.

"Okay..."

He took a deep breath and basically destroyed all effects of nervousness in one swoop, the child quickly but cautiously went through the box of supplies removing what he figured could actually assist him in this task. What he removed from box rested in front of him as he sat indian style, spools upon spools of ninja wire and numerous kunai knives. Before he could actually make any more provisions for his initial plan however he needed to see something. Taking two of the kunai, he would tie to each end a single attachment of ninja wire keeping the spool attached. He would stand up and walk to the very edge of the "protective" zone, in front of the danger sign. He reeled his palms back and fired the kunai towards the wall the ribbon was positioned upon, sticking the weapon into the wall off-target of the ribbon itself. He then rotated his body and threw the second kunai towards the wall on the side and embedded it into the stone.

"One...two....three......."

Mun counted several times and surely his teacher would be wondering what he was up to, but all that would become quickly evident. He was calculating distance and the general amount of wire needed for each throw, whether forwards or to the side, and began attaching varied lengths of ninja wire to Kunai. The child work tediously and before long he had assembled thirty kunai for the forward wall and thirty kunai for both side walls. What happened next could only be seen by Shiori as a dance of projectiles, the child's movements were untrained and sloppy but the rain of kunai knives were constantly being flung around without any thoughts on rests or where he was aiming. It would take a few minutes for the child to exhaust his prepared kunai/ninja wire items but the product of this would be a suspended grid network over the ground stretching the entire room. Panting slightly he would take a moment to catch his breath before staring at the task ahead...

"I hope this works Sensei..."

A ping sound was suddenly heard as the trigger pin of an emp grenade was released and holding the item tightly in his palm he would fling the item forwards and follow-up by beginning to use the netting as leverage.

"I hope I don't blow up...."

Notes:
- Used ninja wire to make a web-like netting over the ground.
- Used emp grenade before starting to climb the netting.

 

[Michi]

"Holy Mother Suna!" Shiori shouted as she ducked a flung kunai.

She crouched as she watched the young student work. He was certainly original and he was not looking to take a short cut. She was expecting him to either run face first into the no-man's space like 20% of the students usually do. Those students were not meant to be shinobis. Or the next 20% that try to cautiously amble between disturbed mounds of earth in an attempt to avoid setting off an explosion, most don't make it fully intact. Another 40% of so try to use ninja wire and an arrow, kunai or something sharp of that nature in an attempt to pierce the banner and then yank it back to safety. But often their aim was poor and they missed entirely and even more often still they forgot the consider the difficulties involved in returning the flag to safety as it would be dragged across the earth and likely set something off in the process. Another 10% would try something clever like an EMP which would disable some, but not everything by the time they crossed no-man's space. And finally, there was the 10% destined to be shinobis, the ones whose ingenuity dictated the creation of something new.

The boy was doing just that. The EMP went off, disabling much of the threat. Perhaps if he was exceedingly lucky he would even be able to successfully traverse the area without harm. But such things would be gambling stakes. He had a spiderweb of ninja-wire overhead. She wondered if the kunais that dug into the earth and held the wire taut would support the youngster's full weight. She held her breath and waited for the result. It looked like one of the wires was coming lose -- hold on kid!

He has not blown himself up yet but Shiori's heart was racing. She did not want to patch together some kid on his first day of school. She remembered the time her teacher did this with her and several classmates. An Akamichi actually ate their EMP, due to fortunate timing with the young Akamichi's flatus it went off just before they set off something but not before another user set off a toxic gas cloud. Her lungs were actually scared in that class, she spent 3 days in the infirmary. To make matters worse, it was her that set off the trap because she was wearing flip-flops and rather clumsy as a child. she failed that class. Bad memories.

 

[Michi]

OC: I am going to assume that you are no longer interested in this topic, so I'll head off. Not offended or anything. I am just afraid you are going to post here and I am going to feel like a [insert something bad] that I ignored it for a month because I stopped checking.

He was a pretty smart 'lil fella. It looked like he was going to survive this class and even remain fully intact. While he had not gotten to the flag yet, he was close enough. Shiori started to wander off. Hopefully he would have the sense to come back the way he came and to be careful of any wires coming loose. So with that Shiori walked off, she listened rather than watched as that was her way. If she heard an explosion or the click of a a canister about to go off she would dash back and attempt to put together the remains or use a tourniquet on the stump.

Shiori Leaves the Topic​

 

[Moyamaru]

He had traversed the netting almost halfway when the effects of the emp grenade thrown previously would begin to subside, the boy knowing this because of his previous affiliation with the general tool. The amount of seconds an emp grenade stayed active was predetermined and all of them lasted the same amount of time as developed by their designers. This fact caused the boy to suddenly stop exactly in the middle of the netting with sweat dripping down his face at the physical strain he was already under. It was because of his small body and still untrained frame that his level of energy was easily depleted and the knowledge that one wrong move could easily make him a rag doll did not help him try to push himself past his limits. It was there suspended above numerous land mines created with explosive tags did Mun actually experience something he had never had to go through before, which was a surreal fear of bodily harm and possible death. The boy's body and nerves dominated his mental focus as his muscles sporadically twitched and sent small waves of disruption through the wires he rested on. This added on vibration through the wires, that were barely holding up his form, had an adverse affect on the Kunai embedded into the walls which the wires were attached to.

Crack...

His pupils dilated at that sound as his head quickly turned to the source. Along the right wall a small fracture within the wall had occurred exactly where a kunai was embedded. It was without a product of the kunai moving thanks to his own nerves betraying him and it was at this point that Mun's mind quickly knew what would happen if these fractures became widespread through the room. This added knowledge only stressed the child out more than he was currently to the point where sitting there frozen over explosive mines...he began to cry. Mun was lost, the child who had coined himself on being able to be prepared for anything now at a lost for what to do exactly to get him out of this situation. It is in this time of complete disaster did Mun formulate a plan, even with his tears flowing strongly still the child slowly reached his palm within his belt pouch and removed a white handled kunai and a black handled kunai. He would gulp slightly because he knowingly was aware that this plan could easily fail and potentially cause him to die but he had to at least try or else he would be injured anyways. He turned his head momentarily and noticed that his sensei had all but abandoned him, something that made him feel that he was seen as a failure...a feeling that he detested deep within his body. The child stood up slowly upon the wires, his balance although momentarily shaken became intently focused to the point where his body no longer shuddered. The weight he placed upon the wires would strain their holding power since it was condensed to one area instead of when he moved flat and spread his weight out.

"I can do this....I can do this...I can do this..."

He needed precision for his plan to work and he needed his training with his specialized kunai to pay off. The child rotated each ring of the kunai's along his index fingers as he narrowed his eyes momentarily, straining his eyesight. This was the first time he physically was trying to do this skill but he had see it enough to know just how well it could increase his ability to survive this task. While alone in the chamber of explosives, suspended above them Mun's eyes began to flicker with a distinct pattern around his grey'd pupils. A white ring would form along the outer rim of the pupil while two white lines began to streak outwards onto the iris. This would halt just before reaching the outer rim of the Iris and branch outwards slightly before stopping all together. Mun's Takagan, something that he had never used in a situation such as this independently was awoken.

The boy's vision instantly changed, enhancing his ability to see fine details and sharpness as the child surpassed the average 20/20 aguity of sight. He tightened his fingertips along his kunai weapons before beginning a dance of shear accuracy. The boy's body motioned with quick bursts of speed while maintaining a balance along his wire netting, his kunai's being propelled from his palms striking pinpoint along each side of the previously thrown kunai knives. With each kunai thrown, a very light trail of smoke would appear around his palms followed by another kunai materializing and being thrown. It was the reason why these Kunai were Mun's chosen weapon because upon each was a seal that activated once thrown to summon another kunai in its place. Attached to each of these newly thrown kunai was another strand of ninja wire and it wasn't before long that the room was completely filled with a three layered netting around the initial netting to support his weight even further.

His eyes stared towards the ribbon, the boy's sight no longer allowing him to miss vital details in his surroundings but enhancing his ability to strike his targets with near precision. Mun was truly a dead aim shot, as each kunai he had thrown while his Takagan was active had struck a harder region of stone which ensured that both the hold of the wires were firm and that the rock itself wouldn't crack. However he was not done just yet as he had the matter of the landmines beneath his netting which would without a doubt trigger if he moved outside his general area. It was then that the a sudden ping echoed through the room, the sound of a emp grenade's pin being pulled, before a distinct buzzing sound arced outwards. Another Emp blast would cause the explosive notes to become inert. Mun wasted no time....

His body used the wires as a trampoline almost and lunged himself into the air. It was after he reached the peak of his upwards propulsion did his body rotate upside down. At this point his movements followed not natural instinct but the focus of his eyes as they picked up on subtle hints of disturbed earth along the ground. Discolored dirt, areas of unevenness, and out of place rock groupings all were easily detailed to him as if it were written down as words in a book. A rain of projectiles fired out in quick succession as he utilized enough power to embed each kunai dead center of each mound of disturbed earth that caught his eye's attention. It was if an eagle was capable of tracking and striking a moving mouse through grass from the sky how Mun was targeting these areas of interest with deadly accuracy. Although he did not strike them all, a majority of the landmines were compromised as the kunai knives had struck into their buried locations and torn into the tags disrupting the seals upon them in the process.

Landing within the netting, his weight was easily now supported and it caught him as a net would before returning to it's usual tension strength. This allowed the child to sit up momentarily before finally being able to wipe some of his tears away. This was Mun's latent ability...the fact that he was without a doubt capable of striking targets with acute accuracy far past anyone of his age and skill level. His natural affinity with projectiles and their usage was only amplified by his families Takagan, which was fittingly known as the Hawk Eye.

[Notes]
- Using this as a CA App
- Strengthened his Netting by making a more stable and structured support system of ninja wires around the existing ones.
- Began to strike at the covered e-notes to disable some of them

 

[Michi]

*Crack*​

A sound was heard. In inaudible event to most, but the faint noise was enough to resonate down the tunnel and reach the Hashigaki's ear. The creak and groan of the blade being held in feebly by the earth and the rumble as it started to give way. "Crap!" Shiori shouted, deafening herself as she scurried about-face. She was already hundreds of meters away when the sound met her mind. She started to dash back towards the sight of the potential carnage. She could hear the ping of a wire gone taut under the weight of the student gone upright. The strain of his concentrated mass. "Distribute your weight!" She shouted in a shrill voice, her feet tripping over themselves. What could she do when she got there but attempt to reattach the remains. Mother Suna... don't let this kid get ripped apart she mentally pleaded.

She came to an abrupt halt at the mouth of the training quarters. The clatter of kunai slipping from his hands and pinging against the firm earthen walls.

*schhwaff* *schhwaff* *schhwaff* *schhwaff*​

She was unsure of the actual amount of kunai the student had expelled nor the actual yardage of wire that accompanied the web that continued to grow. "Mother Suna sake..." Shiori scolded, her hands on her hips. "Don't break the wires," she warned stating the obvious. While the additional netting would create a web of safety beneath she could only wonder if it would safely hold his weight upon abrupt impact.

She heard the pop of a EMP grenade pin. The grace of having dangerous explosive materials temporarily inert. Why is it that things take so long when anticipating something terrible. He bounced on the wires that groaned from the additional stress. He struck out in mid flight as his locomotive force ushered him a great distance across the room. Several additional kunai erupted from the young man, many of them hitting their concealed target. Still useless due to the disturbance of the EMP grenade. "What the **** are you doing kid, you're gonna get us killed!" Shiori shouted. What would happen when those landmines were reactivated, their area compromised by the presence of a foreign object. Would the articles be rendered inert or would they go off immediately? She actually had no idea. "Get as far from the floor as ****ing possible!" Shiori shouted, her voice getting hoarse. She started to sing a song, it was a painful, dreary melody. The reverberations of sound and air created a wraith, manacles on its wrists with a large, heavy, rusted chain between them. The Untouched howled and then went about its primary task, to act as a shield in the event of an explosive force. Near weightless as it was nothing more than air and song it crawled onto the lowest rung of wire and scuttled towards Mun. There would be only seconds to spare if an explosion occurred in response to Mun's assault of the hidden note's personal space.

OC: Did you want the room to explode? Your call since I am sure that those bandages you are planning need a reason.

MFT

 

[Moyamaru]

A sizzling noise erupted in the cavern as he neared the primary objective of the class, the flag attached to the wall. His eyes widened as numerous flames ignited upon pieces of explosive notes that were hidden in plain sight, not the ones dug in obvious holes but the ones that were finely covered with dirt and blended in. The symbol in his eyes momentarily expanded as a reactionary senbon shot from the boy's hand striking the flag before the explosion to follow rocked the room...

The explosion was confined to a smaller portion of the cavern classroom but the shock wave that followed would rattle the entire room on top of filling the area with thick dust clouds and debris. This would naturally take quite a little time to begin to filter down due to the fact that they were below ground and air didn't just freely flow. Even then though thanks to Shiori's natural blindness and affinity for detecting the surroundings like sonar, she could easily tell that Mun was unresponsive upon the ground, the wraith specter slowly fading from around him. He would have obvious injuries associated with an explosion firing debris around such as cuts and gashes across his body, making him look like a bleeding pin cushion but initially Shiori could only "see" three of the boy's limbs as his right arm was not readily visible.

It would be after she decided to further inspect him would she realize he was simply laying with his right arm under him, something that would most likely relieve her of knowing the boy had lost a limb to her class. What she would further discover however would be a slightly scorched but intact flag clung in the boy's right palm, a senbon embedded in it and a severed strand of ninja wire still attached.

[MFT]
[Sorry it took so long.]

 

[Michi]

OC: Did not know you posted. Shouldda let me know man =p

IC:
The harsh discordance of sound was deafening to the Hashigaki, the cacophony of sand and stone giving way made sight impossible for her. The ground quavered uneasily in the spaces external the dangerous explosive force. Heat, sound and momentum was chaos. She could feel her specter's demise. Her ears were ringing and her world was a blur of darkness. "KID!" Shiori screeched, barely even able to her her own voice call out. "KID!" She yelled out again as the rubble started to settle. While there was a dusty haze in the air still, the only movement in the cave less the woman was the rogue pebble rolling across the floor. She could not find the boy, everything was dark, sighted or not. She cupped her ears with her hands and yelled out again into the destroyed classroom.

She was able to get a picture of the room, or at the very least what was left to it. The walls had been ripped away as was much of the floor in the explosion. Kunai were still embedded in now displaced hunks of earth. His web of ninja wire in knots, much of it broken or burnt away. The specter had dissipated by the time her call had resonated through the hall, but the boy's body was there. He was not moving. Shiori dashed across the burnt and scarred remnants of the classroom to the boy, she tried to arouse him by shaking him. "KID!" She bellowed, still no response. She could feel his sticky, hot blood on her hand. The boy's wounds were many but he would not die. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of his heart. It was a relief, but her relief quickly broke to despair as she noted that there were only three limbs visible on the student. She could feel her breath leave her. Disability was a worse fate than death for many shinobi who derived their honor and purpose from their vocation.

Perhaps she could retrieve the limb, save his function. This class was a terrible idea. It was too much for the kid. It was her fault, why did she walk away assuming that everything was going to be alright. Why did she let the kid get so close and then make such a foolhardy assumption. It was the kid that paid the consequence for her mistakes not her. "Dammit..." she muttered bitterly. She could not see his discarded arm anywhere. She could not leave the kid laying here, this disability would surely turn to death if he was not taken to the hospital. She rolled the boy to the side, without a limb to reattach she would at the very least cauterize the wound. She had heard of the concept of puppet prosthesis, an art that was still in its fledgling stages. The boy was young, nimble... perhaps he would make a good candidate. She rolled the boy to his side, only to find his limb folded behind him. She let out a sigh of relief and the half ton of weight she metaphorically held on her shoulders.

The arm was likely dislocated or even fractured, both easy to rectify. If dislocated she would pop the arm back into the socket with a rough jerking motion. If fractured she would do the same, the grinding of bones would be audible as she moved them back into place - a benefit of her bloodline trait. If it was neither, she would marvel at the boy's flexibility. She would bring him to the hospital for further treatment but at least he would be stabilized for now. She utilized a Medical jutsu to initiate the healing process, Regeneration.

It was a shame that the boy failed the class, he had such promise. "He would have to try again next year," she thought to herself and shuddered at the thought of seeing the boy try to again overcome this test when it proved to be near fatal. Sometimes she thought that schooling was more dangerous than the actual shinobi lifestyle. It was then that she noticed something damaged but readily recognizable in his scorched hand: the flag. A senbon through the fabric with a broken strand of ninja wire trailing. She could not help but make a teary-eyed smile, the kid actually did it.

[CLASS COMPLETE]​