Team 2 Akira's Genjutsu Training

Akira's Genjutsu Training

Participants: Kumiko Kyoko and Akira Inugami

ChikaKururugi: Kumiko had been having an interesting time as
of late, and she was supposed to meet with one of her other students now. Her
actual Genin students, not that Academy she was helping teach until the Sensei
had been brought back to full working order. Akira Inugami, was the students
name. She had sent him a notation to meet her at the training grounds of the
village, and made it known – in the note – that the training would be for
Genjutsu. One she had read, in his file, was one of his weakest. It wouldn’t do
well if one of her students fell for one of her Genjutsus if she had to use
them in combat. She needed to train him to recognize when he was in a Genjutsu.
Then it was a matter of making sure he knew how to break them. She approached
the training grounds, and put her hands on her hips. She stopped and twisted
her hair up into a bun and tied it into place. Her glasses were in place, and
the woman adjusted all of her garments as a Shinobi of Hoshigakure. Finally,
she was ready to go. Now all she needed was for her student to arrive. She had
already planned the lesson, and figured out how she was going to help him raise
his Genjutsu capabilities. It was just a simple matter of exposing him to it,
and giving him a chance to learn how to combat it. It was all that was needed,
and that meant she’d lock him into her weakest Genjutsu technique. It would
help do him well, to learn how to fight against his own fears and darkness. It would
help him not be as frightened when he had to face others that could use this
technique.

Guest\_MCKMike: He gave a slight sigh. Time; Two days ago, before the meet
up with his sensei from squad two. ‘Hmm; Genjutsu training, is it? Good. I
needed it after all.’, the voice in his mind said. He gave a slight smile, as
he stood within his room, looking at the message. ‘The name of my sensei is;
Kumiko Kyoko. She sounds like a nice person.’, he thought and went on to train
in his own techniques at his free time, within his house in Hoshigakure. As the
days passed and the day came he was now standing right besides the gate. He had
came to a halt, looking at the gate to the training grounds. ‘This is it. To
achieve my revenge, this is where I will step up my game.’, he thought and started
walking forth. He was moving slowly, non halantly, yet his left hand was upon
the scabbard and hilt of his short bladed katana, ready for anything in case of
an ambush attack. He was curious, as he wanted to meet his sensei. He was an
odd sight though, for he wore clothing that resembled nothing at all with what
a ninja would usually wear. It was a piece of clothing that had mixed the
traditional ninja clothing and the traditional armor of the samurais in one. On
his left side, the two katanas of his were situated and upon his face a mask
was there, disallowing one to view his face. For what reason that happens,
nobody knew. Some were saying that he had an ugly face, or that he was actually
a criminal and hid in Hoshigakure. Well the truth is that he had an ugly scar
on his face and thus he wore the mask. As he waked, he caught a glimpse of a
woman, standing alone in the middle of the training field. He started walking
towards her, not sure if it was her. When he was around twenty feet away he
called out, “Hello? Are you Kumiko Kyoko, the sensei of squad two?”, he said
and awaited to see how fucked up he was. He was shy to be honest with people.

ChikaKururugi: Kumiko looked up as she sensed the approach
of chakra, the man – for it was a man – was taller than her by a good bit of
distance. He bored swords at his hip, and wore a mask. She just watched him
quietly and made her progress towards him with small measured steps. “Yes I am
Kumiko Kyoko, the Jounin of Team two.” She stated as she folded her arms over
her chest, her head cocked to the side as she observed her student. He was a
quiet one it seemed, despite his age. The mask was a bit annoying, as she
preferred to be able to identify her students anywhere. She’d have to talk to
him about it, because it didn’t matter what was under the mask – she needed to
be able to identify him from a crowd, or heaven’s forbid identify his corpse. “Today
we will be working on Genjutsu training, as that is something your file stated
you have as one of your lowest capabilities.” Kumiko said in a calm measured
voice, the image of relaxed and quiet. “To do this I have decided I will be
using the Demonic Illusion Hell Viewing Technique on you. It is a lower rank
Genjutsu, but you need to know how to recognize you are under a Genjutsu. I am
a specialist of sorts, in that field, so as such I use them frequently. It wouldn’t’
do if one of my students couldn’t recognize what was going on.” She stated
calmly as she motioned to the side of the training field. “We will sit for
this, as I don’t want you to injure yourself on accident. I’ll put you in the
Genjutsu and you have to take the time to figure out how to break it and the
visions you will see.” She stated calmly.

Guest\_MCKMike: Upon hearing what she told him, he gave a nod. “That is
fine by me.”, he said. As he started walking towards where he was shown to sit,
he was thinking about her. She seemed a likeable person, especially her eyes.
They reminded to him a picture of his long dead mother. They had the same color
of eyes and if not the same spark within them, then it was definitely a spark
that was nearly the same. She was a tad smaller than him in height, but she had
a vibe that told him ‘she is not what she seems to be.’, as if she had
something hiding behind the face of this cute and innocent lady. He for once
did not mind that part of her and found it a bit more enchanting. He was sure
he would come to like this jounin as a person and he would like to keep them as
a friend later. Nonetheless, he was a bit anxious from what she told him about
the Genjutsu he would be put under. He was sure he knew, what he would think
of, of whom he would think and for what reasons. And he was edging, not because
he feared, but because he wanted this rematch. He needed it. He needed to
defeat that person once more. And he would do so, hopefully, within that
Genjutsu of Kumiko.

ChikaKururugi: The woman watched the genin rather calmly,
adjusting her position as she approached the place she would use the Genjutsu.
She sat down, and calmly watched her student. She relaxed, waiting patiently
and slowly the student seem to come to terms with what would be done. When he
took a seated position her hands made the various seals as a spiral of leaves
seemed to float from behind her. In his eyes she was gone, and now in her place
– and his mind – was the vision that he would craft in his own mind. His own
fears, his own darkness, would be his undoing. She knew what this technique
brought for her, a reminder of that night from long ago. She wondered what it
would bring to her student. She waited then, and watched, knowing he’d have to
fight through his vision and use his own mind to break the Genjutsu that was
placed upon him. She was here overseeing, overviewing, the scene just in case
the Genjutsu was too much for him. If it was, she would break it quickly – and they
would try other means for training his Genjutsu.

Guest\_MCKMike: A night within the winter. Five people marching through a
snowy plain. A wolf howling in the distance. And a murderous intent flowing
from all around them. ‘I am back. I knew I would find you.’, he said and gave a
smile. A murderous smile. His stature now, was the same he had when he was
fourteen years old. His face, if one was able to witness it, was a pretty face.
It had no mask upon it, hiding the eerie colored eyes, a mixture of blue with
some orange within. He was, once more, standing in the middle of this forest.
The forest that took the lives of his teammates and where he came face to face
with an enemy he would come to nearly lose. And the murderous intent,
intensified. “he is here.”, sounded the voice of the eldest in the group, a
thirty six year old male. And it was then, that the murderous intent of the man
facing disappeared and gave way to a look filled with questioning what he was
looking at. Akira. He; he went and murdered his team. He quickly killed them
all. “All of you. Nuisances. You would all die and I would remain here. And
now. Time for the main dish.”, he said and he made a maniacal laughter, filled
with murderous intent far more extreme than what the man had shown. “Time for
me to show you what I really am.”, he said and grabbed a hold of his two
katanas. Each on his hands. The small bladed one on his left side and the
medium bladed one, on his right. And he dived, head in to kill his enemy. The
enemy was once a respectable person. He was a good person. Before his family
was murdered by bandits. Since then, he had became a murderer, travelling in
every Land in search of people to kill. He was of mixed blood, like Akira and
that enabled him to learn techniques from both sides. He was an accomplished
ninja, before turning rogue. But he would find his demise today. And so, he
took out his ninjato and dived in, to kill this kid he had in front of him, a
kid that was far more sinister than what he was. He felt danger and fear. But
the kid did not waver. The kid was faster, landing hits, one after the other
upon him. As the hits grew, making him weaker, the kid itself grew up, both in
stature and also in what seemed that he grew up in years. Until Akira reached
the same age he was before the genjutsu was invoked. At that point he realized
two things. The first was that he felt nothing about this person anymore. And
the second thing he understood, was that he feared himself. He feared the
instances where he lost himself in his bloodlust, a bloodlust that has sipped
out of his genjutsu and could be felt in an area of thirty feet around him in the
real world. It was a thick bloodlust. One that scared his team. One that had
scared the people he had killed. He was like the murderer that scarred him. And
it was at that point that he shouted, falling down, his katanas leaving his
hands and resting upon the snowy field. It was then that he understood what he
had became. A murderer like the person who had slashed his face. And at that
moment, the slashing happened again. Only to make the image around him distort
and form an image of a cave. After a quick flash, he understood he was within
that cave. And in there, he saw puzzling stuff. “Your Darkness will sip out. It
will eradicate thy enemies. But it will be that, which will bring your fall to
depravation.”, a voice that brimmed with power, an ancient one was heard. That
voice came from a wolf like creature. And he was there, bleeding from his eye,
the same happening in reality, simply kneeling in front of this beast. He knew
not what was going on, or what had transpired. He knew not whether the words the
being said where important or not. But he knew one thing. That he was now
witnessing Kumiko Kyoko and he could also feel the burning from his left eye,
as if he had been cut once more. And then he realized, his bloodlust was
sipping out, scaring some children, while putting others in defense. And he
quickly stopped it, as he stared down, at the grassy plain. “Thanks.”, he said,
in a low tone, hoping to understand what had transpired within his mind. And
what all of this meant.

ChikaKururugi: Kumiko sat back, watching her student. The sensation
of the blood lust started to fall through the area, and her head cocked to the
side. She made a motion for others to clear the training grounds and kept
herself on guard. It wasn’t like she was incapable of subduing her student. She
could quite easily, he was only a Genin and she was Jounin with impeccable
Genjutsu talents. All she would have to do was put him to sleep. He seemed to
regain his capabilities, and his facilities, and spoke to her. “You seemed to
have survive it, though you were in that Genjutsu for a long time. At least
twenty minutes… That proves we need to work on your skills.” Kumiko said as she
rose to stand, dusting off her clothes and looking down at the student she now
had. “I still have to meet with one other of the Genin Squad, but after that I
will send you a notice of when we will be meeting as a team. Be prepared to
show me you are serious about being a Genin – and to work with your team –
otherwise I’m sending you back to the Academy.” She stated simply as she turned
and started to walk away. Usually she stuck around for Questions, but this was
an adult- not a child. He would need time to rebuild himself after that
technique. If he wanted to speak with her so badly, she was quite sure he could
easily catch up to her if he wanted.

 Guest\_MCKMike: He
 nodded and smiled. “I will be expecting a notice for the meet up with
the team sensei.”, he said and lightly chuckled. He knew he was not the
strongest. But he knew he needed to become the strongest. And he knew he
 would be able to do so through the help of the people he had came to
meet in this place. The academy sensei, who trained him in using the
chakra the way ninjas did and also some of the kids, who even though
found him werid, embraced him in the end and lastly, this new sensei. He
 was sure she would be quite the help, guiding him down the path he
needed to be guided the most. And he knew he would diminish this
weakness of his. He was happy about that. And that is why, he
understood. ‘Catch up to me, if you can that is.’, was what she said
with her action. And he enjoyed that, as he let himself let go and laid
down, his hands behind his head, legs crossed and he let himself sleep,
while feeling a new mark appear upon his left eye. A new slash. He did
not mind. He would simply have to defeat his worst nightmare. His own
self.