Private [Class] One hit isn't enough!

[Kimari Bōmu]

Squatting on the fence which surrounded the academy grounds Keniwa would wait in anticipation for each and every one who would come to learn. Most of them he expected to be his friends, as he didn't really advertise the class so much, yet there could always be surprises. His training demanded things which would not be expected of any regular shinobi, to keep his skin rough and tough he'd usually have to smash it against trees, boulders, metal anything with a hard surface, yet it'd gotten to the point which most of them break after a few jabs. It wasn't always this way, certainly not, for a while he was a runt with you barely being able to tell that his skin was different to any other boy or girl. No. Years of intense forging and moulding had constructed him in to the ninja he was today, and for everyone who would show they were going to get a mouthful of the life which he has lived.

Crumbling could have happened at any stage in his training, if he had just given in for one moment in the heat of the battle. All over, with just a second of weakness, it was the same in this line of work. One clean hit is all it takes for the loss of life. Today he'd teach anything he could to help prevent that fate befalling any of his friends and peers, no matter how much they cry, bleed, scream he knows it'll all be worth it in the end. That isn't to say he'll be happy about it. His face cold and unflinching as he waits.

 

[Shion]

At home, he re-adjusted his bandage once more before his dad helped him out again in the end. "You sure you want to keep having this on you..?" At which Nova started to nod. He felt a bit empty these times and thought taking a class could be good. Not to mention, the bandage actually gave him support around the shoulder and arm. As soon as it was set properly, he tried it out and nodded once more to his dad. Who gave him a hug in return. "Don't worry, everything will be fine in the end." He tried to reassure his son.

The training grounds. It held a sour taste for the young male as he walked towards it. The last time he was here... He was carried. ' I didn't even pay attention as to who was teaching...' He thought towards himself as he slowly started to turn his head as he walked. Then he saw in the distance a familiar person. ' Could he... be teaching..?' he questioned himself as he got closer and closer and started to see it really was Keniwa in the end. How was he supposed to tell him what had transpired... How was he going to tell about Lulu, about his bloodline... The bow they had created together was now hanging in his room as a trophy. It honestly was something he was very proud of.

As he got closer, you could see the wide training pants he was wearing. One may say it was a thin fabric, but it was actually the opposite. It was a very strong and thick fabric but very comfortable and still slightly stylish. It was a bit sand-colored, so it didn't attract extra heat from the ground or the sun on top. Above that, he wore a tank top, and the bandage around his arm was from his wrist to all the way over his shoulder. For now, that bandage was a lovely white. But that bandage was the support kind of one for muscles. It was wrapped around his torso too so it wouldn't easily slide off the shoulder. As he got closer, he would wave above his head, trying to be more cheerful than he really was. Just hiding it all behind a smile, so no one would worry. "Ooooi Keniii! You here?" He asked out loud as he closed in. "Is that really you? What are you up doing here??"

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[Jinzo]

Mixing away, Jinzo wiped the sweat of his brow as he shook his head and leaned back exhausted, before quickly getting back into the groove of yet another lesson. It had been some time since he'd tried his hands at making brownies and so far, they were kicking his butt. Baking was a skill that he had truly yet to master but with some hard work and a little bit of good fortune, he'd manage to make out alright. Pressed for time as he was, his kitchen aide today was one of his recently "woken" friends. Though it might have looked like a silly episode from a famous tv show, the well dressed, assistant looked very much like the sort of masked rider hero of every young boys dream. Fortunately for Jinzo however, this friend of his was at his every beck and call. "We're going to be late!"

Frantically hurrying to get everything finished in time, Jinzo reached out with his free hand and and twitching motion one way and then the next. As if rewriting the code that had been programmed into the thing, the aide transformed in a very mechanical way and its hands went from those of a normal humanoid figure to that of a multi-armed kitchen contraption the likes that most chefs would envy! Quickly whipping its limbs this way and that, the final preparations that Jinzo had to make were done in far more time than he could have finished alone. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly got prepared for the next part of his day, that of training with Keni. Holding an outstretched arm towards his aide, he made another pulling motion with his hand and the aide began to transform and fold into a much smaller contraption before flying towards Jinzo hand where it was caught. Pocketing it like a tool, Jinzo grabbed a brownie on his way out of the kitchen and headed towards the meeting place. There, only seeing Keni and one other, he was relieved that he wasn't the last one, or at least he hoped that Keni had a bigger turnout than this. "Whew, long time no see!"

 

[Ōtakemaru]

Take wasn’t… good with unarmed Taijutsu.

It sort of disregarded his entire clan’s legacy. The Nanjirou had spent centuries, likely longer, fusing their bodies and souls – figuratively, that is – with the very essence of the weapons that they wielded, whether sword or spear. To discard of that in combat and throw hands… was new to him. He wielded three blades at all times, so throwing a punch was never a resort and he never depended on it… but maybe that was why this class intrigued him. It was new, something he likely could fall back to if all hope was lost.

His Seal… it felt like a pulsing ray of heat on his face and neck, but it felt oddly comfortable. A lot had happened since he had it sealed onto his palm by Shusuke… the more he thought back to that moment, the more shocking it felt to his paranoid self. Had time really passed by that fast?!

He was stronger than before… he was weaker than before… but he was back on track. Hanging in there, somehow. Was his Seal a mistake? A constant reminder of a deed he should’ve never done? Or was it a blessing in disguise, simply awaiting his indomitable fire?

Either way, Take was punching the air on his way to the meeting spot at the Academy grounds. Jab, jab, jab, jab, jab, jab, jab… hook, uppercut, jab, jab…

But his face remained the same.

“Punchy… punchy… punchy…” he mumbled dryly, his face contorted into a reality-warping ‘glare’ at the meeting spot, Keniwa’s gaze, Nova was there too- wait, was he injured? “…” As if trying to greet him, Take would walk up to Nova and veeeeeeeeery softly land a knuckle on the lad’s chest, as if trying to pretend to punch him before moving over to Keniwa.

“I, uh… I brought my swords with me. Just in case something happens,” he explained, walking up to Jinzo afterwards and granting him a soft punch too, “… Wait… a-am I… is it weird if I, uh… don’t know much about hand-to-hand Taijutsu?”

WC: 347 [MFT]

 

[Kiriyomi]

It had been quite some time since Kiriyomi had seen his brother up close... Sure, he had watched Keniwa fighting at the arena against Mitsuha, but he hadn't had time to stick around afterwards to see him and congratulate him on a good fight. So he is nervous as he gets ready this morning. Putting on his usual black tank top and black cargo shorts, strapping his tool pouch to his waist, Kiri makes his way downstairs. His mother is standing there, in her usual spot, waiting for him with a water bottle and a pastry for him to eat on his way to class. "I know you must be nervous, but it's okay Kiri. Friends sometimes drift apart for a little while, but they come back together in the end. I'm sure your buddy will be excited to see you again!" The boy thanks his mother for the breakfast, kisses her on the cheek, and rushes out the door.

Of course he was going to be nervous! He hadn't seen his proclaimed brother in quite some time, and a lot had transpired since they last met. Clearly Keniwa hadn't been slacking off either, as he had received a promotion. Rumor was that he was going to be heading his own squad too. Kiri couldn't be prouder of his brother, but that just made this reunion all the more nerve-wracking. Shaking his head and taking a big bite of the pastry his mother had given him, Kiri heads off to the academy. No use in fussing about, time to get to this class and see what he could learn about Taijutsu. He wasn't the strongest in that area, and he knew that. It was for this reason that he had signed up to take the class. He wanted to try and round out his defenses by learning more about these techniques. The best way to learn was through experience.

As he runs up to the academy, Kiri would notice that he was one of the last to arrive. Just ahead of him was Take, who seemed to be a bit nervous as well. This eased the tension in Kiri's shoulders a bit, since Take was really good with Taijutsu. Also gathered around were Nova and Jinzo, who he hadn't seen since having tea with Asuka and his exam. He wondered how Jinzo felt about the cursed seal that he'd placed on the other boy. Kiri felt awful for doing it without his permission now, and wondered if he should apologize. Instead, he just walks to the edge of the group and nods at Keniwa without a word.


[WC: 436 - Post 1/5 - Total WC: 436]

 

[Pankesu Hayashi]

CAWWW! CAWWWW! The screeching sound of a bird rang out through Pankesus' Pastry accompanied by various clangs and crashing noises as it flew around the back room. Hayashi had been talking to a customer when the sounds had started, he quickly had to put the conversation on hold whilst he checked what on earth was going on. "I'm sorry, ill be right back" He said, turning from the counter and sprinting into the storage room and slamming the door behind him. A crow was desperately trying to escape the room but for some reason had tried every method of escape except the open window which it had flown in through. "WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME!?" Moving quickly to avoid further damage to the equipment in the room ontop of the pots and pans that had already been knocked to the ground, he dove at the bird as it rested on a counter and was succesful in grabbing... absolutely nothing and the bird set off once again. Running around the room waving his hands at the animal really wasn't accomplishing much at all, until a concerned customer who had heard the commotion opened the door to the storage room.

The crow sensed its chance to escape and soared through the open door into the main room of the bakery with Hayashi hot on its heels... its talons? He was right behind it. He ran to the door and threw it open and with that the bird left through the door just as suddenly as it had arrived. Hayashi closed the door gently and turned to the bakery full of onlookers before announcing meekly "I hate birds". Putting on a happy face he then continued to serve the customers of the shop until his shift was over and he was free to go.

'Oh well, its not the worst thing that's happened to the storage room' he thought, walking down the road towards the meeting point mentioned on the sheet, 'It is a weird place to host a pottery class though, basically in a field'. He quickly brushed the thought away as he approached the group of people who had already arrived, including some people he already knew... and Keniwa!? There was no way he would be hosting a pottery class in a field! He knew he had made a terrible mistake as Keni shot him a baffled look, still he was to far in now to go back now otherwise he'd look like a fool! "Hi guys! Ready do some... stuff?!" He said in the most confident and self sure voice he could muster.

[WC: 433]
[Post 1/5]

 

[Kimari Bōmu]

As each of them would show up between a time span of a couple minutes, he wouldn't greet or converse with any of them. Remaining silent and unflinching as they came gazing down with a stone cold face. Creating quick handseals he would transform in to a dark knight, it's appearance ghostly and unnerving, the look he had recently discovered from a certain manga which he saw his Kaguya peer reading. Not for any reason despite their look, he only wanted to keep his entire self concealed. Separating todays actions from his relationships and friendships from the ones who showed, if they could see his face it wouldn't be the same. For today wouldn't be one to smile and laugh about in the future, no, hopefully it would be one which stained each and every one of them, himself included. For the things yet to come, this will a valuable life lesson carried for the rest of their shinobi career. With his voice now muffled and distorted, much more gruff and heavy in tone, cracking his knuckles. "For everyone who stands here, now is the time to leave if you aren't ready for what comes next, expect blood and injury. This option is only here now, so make your choice."

With those who stood left he would continue, not paying any mind to anyone who had decided to turn tail and run. "And for you who chose to stay. I have something to ask of you. Which of you has had your nose broken before? Those who have, stand directly behind me in a line. Those who have not stand in front of the wall." Weaving a few handseals an earth wall would shoot up from the ground about 10ft away from the group. Dropping down he'd point directly at it, "You are free to lie, however if I was to find out there would be dire consequences. Now what will happen is... those who have had their nose broken before will be breaking the noses of those who hadn't yet felt the pain. If you can't even stand with such an insignificant bone being broken, how do you stand the chance if someone smashes your arms." He wouldn't flinch or hesitate as he spoke, delving deeper in to this new persona he had created for this class. "It is to late to leave the class, those who attempt to run will be caught and I myself will break their nose. If no one has had their nose broken yet, my clone will deliver the blow, so it should not be as painful yet the result will be all the same." Waiting patiently for his students to decide what course they'd take he wasn't going to give them an easy time.

 

[Jinzo]

"For everyone who stands here, now is the time to leave if you aren't ready for what comes next, expect blood and injury. This option is only here now, so make your choice." Jinzo didn't remember Keni being this hardcore before. in fact, the boy had more appeared to be unsure of himself and timid, perhaps a bit naïve. This person now, this young man, was far more tough than the boy that Jinzo had met before. In every way he definitely liked this version of Keni more, if for no other reason than it appeared that the kids gloves were off. "And for you who chose to stay. I have something to ask of you. Which of you has had your nose broken before? Those who have, stand directly behind me in a line. Those who have not stand in front of the wall." Wanting to take the thought back, Jinzo shook his head at first to try and understand if he had had a misunderstanding but as Keni continued to talk, Jinzo was more than clear that Keni was somewhat off of his rocker. "You are free to lie, however if I was to find out there would be dire consequences. Now what will happen is... those who have had their nose broken before will be breaking the noses of those who hadn't yet felt the pain. If you can't even stand with such an insignificant bone being broken, how do you stand the chance if someone smashes your arms." Was getting ones nose broken something that people lied about? "It is to late to leave the class, those who attempt to run will be caught and I myself will break their nose. If no one has had their nose broken yet, my clone will deliver the blow, so it should not be as painful yet the result will be all the same." Suddenly, Jinzo was wondering if this was an educational class or Keni's personal fighting club. Raising his hand and walking forward, Jinzo threw caution to the wind and let his gut guide him to what was surely going to probably be one of the most oddly educational classes that he could ever take part in. "I've never had my nose broken but if you're going to do me the honor of breaking it, give me the respect to do it yourself and not some clone... respectfully." Seemingly the first among his peers to step up to the plate, Jinzo figured that if Keni was going to prove himself to be a beacon of power, then he too would match him head on with his own bravado, false or otherwise.

 

[Ōtakemaru]

Kiriyomi and Hayashi arrived too, right after Take had playfully punched everyone. Keniwa, strangely, didn’t react one bit – neither a gaze towards the swordsman nor a word of exchange. His face stone-cold and unchanging, which was… unsettling. Keniwa came off as a very expressive shinobi, and a very spiritually active Taijutsu specialist. Maybe he just took his class extremely seriously, which Take couldn’t berate him for.

Keniwa, without warning, transformed into a grim, armored warrior with a muffled voice hidden under a worn-out cloth, all ghastly in his appearance and almost completely unrecognizable from the Keniwa who saved his life before. And his warning… blood and injury awaited them in this class, he said. Did he plan to combat each and every one of them? Did he plan to go all out? If that was the case… was it a good thing that Take had brought his blades with him?

The way Keniwa said it made Take a little… uneased. Then again, after the events of having his Cursed Seal suppressed by the late Hokage, her words re-emerged in his consciousness – Keniwa was an exceptional shinobi, and here he was offering them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to grow. If he cowered out now, then he’d never be able to grow past the Take he used to be…

But the act of breaking a nose… Take’s had several sake bottles thrown at him by his mother. He remembered a cracking sound inside of his nostrils upon impact from one of them… maybe that was what Keniwa meant. Yet, he’d never been punched on the nose before, and given Keniwa’s fighting style, was that on the menu today? A punch to the nose, perhaps to strengthen one’s pain tolerance?

Some would find it inhuman – what class would actively seek to break the noses of every student? Usually, these things happened in combat, but to just stand still and take the punch for training felt alien to him… but Keniwa had a point. Say, you were a shinobi on a dangerous mission – perhaps it was in the midst of a crisis, enemy forces are breaking into the Fire Country – and you entered combat against their platoons. One of them manages to break your arm… you’d never have time to scream or cry about it.

This further reminded Take that a shinobi’s profession was to kill and not be killed… and Keniwa was the last person to wish death upon any of them. Could there have been another way to teach this? Perhaps… but Keniwa was also a very hands-on person who leapt face first into the danger. He’d probably had his nose broken multiple times, and that must’ve been reflected in his durability.

Jinzo seemed to share a sense of honor with Keniwa, Take saw the similarity for a brief moment. Perhaps it was to dull one’s nerves – any who knew how powerful Keniwa was would be right to fear his impact on your nostrils. Jinzo specifically requested that Keniwa do the deed, but… no, something was off. If Keniwa was this adamant to put them through this, then surely doing it himself wouldn’t have been an issue? Why did he command that those who knew the pain do the deed, then?

Did he…

“I’ll do it,” Take spoke up, almost interrupting Jinzo at the end of the latter’s words, “My m-… I’ve had b-bottles thrown at my face when I was younger. I… know how it feels.” Swiftly, his gaze leaned upon Keniwa himself, almost as if Take could see right through his Transformation. “But don’t burden Keniwa any more. I-I recover from injuries much quicker than most, so you can break my nose after this is over. J-Just… do what Keniwa told us.”

Take would only clench his fist and deliver a full-force punch to Jinzo’s nose the moment he gave the green light for Take to do so. Should Jinzo protest, the swordsman would instead speak in a lower voice: “D-Don’t let the armor fool you…”

WC: 665
TWC: 1012

 

[Pankesu Hayashi]

‘Holy crap, what kind of class have I signed up for?! Some masochist meetup?!’ He instinctively reached up a hand and rubbed his nose.

‘I cant leave! Im not going to back down in the face of Keniwa, especially when hes putting on a real show! Id never hear the end of it!’ Although anyone who was strong enough to walk away would have his utmost respect.

He was about to speak out, when Jinzo took the words right out of his mouth. It just seemed wrong to have someone else do your own dirty work and he wouldn't wish that upon anyone. He pondered lying but it was totally out of the question. ‘The homebody bakers boy? Built like a couple of chopsticks? The one with the skincare routine? He had broken his nose? yeah right, fat chance.’

Take stepped forward volunteering himself and shook Hayashi out from his thoughts. He looked over with distain at Take, but upon seeing him had to immediately reconsider and his opinon changed to one of understanding. His face was solemn, determined empathetic all rolled into one. He certainly believed the lesson that Keniwa was trying to teach, maybe it did have some weight to it after all? He was also relieved someone had stepped forwards at all, the idea of having to break someone else’s nose scared him almost as much as having his own broken.

“Bottles…” He rubbed his nose again as he winced at the thought.

‘Well… the quicker its over the quicker I can help the others’. To that end he began to try and get some adrenaline flowing by furiously stamping down hard on his left foot with his right and biting his tongue till he could taste blood.

Staring Take in the eye he had to do all he could to keep his lunch down against the welling knot of anxiety building up in his stomach. He swallowed “Just make it clean, alright?” planting his feet to attempt to stop himself falling and forcing himself to stare off into the middle distance, just over Takes shoulder.

[WC: 344]
[_{Total: 777]
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[Kiriyomi]

Kiriyomi stands and stares at the imposing figure that Keniwa has transformed into, listening to him describe what their first task for this “class” was. Shaking his head, he turns and begins to walk away. ”I don’t know what has happened to you since we last saw each other, but this isn’t the brother that I know. Can I even call you my brother, if you’re asking us to harm our friends like this? I don’t know you anymore.” A tear slips down his cheek as he continues to walk away, not once looking back.

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[Shion]

He was the first to arrive, but slowly people were showing up to the class... But he started to listen and couldn't really believe what he was hearing. Each and everyone went with it, but even Nova remained silent. He recently went through hell, heck his body was still aching of it. But this was something he would step out of, this was something too much for him. He shook his head and wanted to head out, but heard Kiri speak and could somewhat agree with those words. This wasn't the caring Keniwa that he knew either.

"Sorry... I am out too, I already survived being almost blown to bits..." He muttered as he left the class, breaking a nose for fun and giggles, no... that wasn't something he was up for. Each and every person had their own story, their own taint... Nova's was his arm that he luckily still had.

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[Kimari Bōmu]

Keniwa would remain silent as the shinobi talked and expressed their views about the class and whether they wanted to stay or not. Acknowledging Jinzo's hardy attitude as he spoke, he barely knew him only that he had help him learn and structure his robotic gauntlets. Yet he waited for everyone to say their peace before he would give any more instructions for the lesson. The next to speak was Otakemaru, he knew him well as as a shinobi, having fought against him on two very different occasions as well as him actually coming and rescuing a group of them after the devastating actions which took place outside of the village. However his personality he knew little of to say the least, as they locked eyes Keniwa quickly shifted his vision, this reaction unable to be seen by the others, it was as if the young Nanjirou had seen right through him. Pankesu had shown a surprising amount of spirit, with him readjusting to the shinobi line of work Keniwa was impressed to say the least by his old friend, he didn't take him for the type to stick around. Yet it'd be lying to say he wasn't happy deep down.

However it was clear to see those who disagreed with what would be taking place today, whilst he was disappointed he still respected their decisions. Yet Kiriyomi's words cut like dagger straight to his core, he wanted to run and ask for forgiveness every part of his body almost urging him to dash towards him. He couldn't, not today. A tear streamed down the side of his face as he could only watch his two friends walk away from the class and in to the distance. Though he had to remain strong on the outside it'd be lying to say it didn't hurt him. Tilting his head down before staying up at Otakemaru he gave him a firm nod before saying "A day may come when all of us will be badly injured, just wanting to lay down and rest, yet still having the will to fight for the ones we love, without my friends and family I'd likely not be here today. It was them who I thought of when I faced against evil incarnate a week ago with Akio and the rest. Not everyone has that will to push them forwards, not yet, however whatever it may be for you three keep it close in your hearts. Whenever you are ready Otakemaru." It was time now for them to face possibly one of the most painful trials of their life, yet the ones who would fall and get up are so much stronger than the ones who never fell in the first place.

 

[Ōtakemaru]

… Oh no…

Keniwa’s strange lecture did incite a level of self-harm that leaned on what many would consider… sadistic. The likes of Kiriyomi and Nova leaving the class altogether did make Take question his actions – was this even okay, then? If the two others had left like that, then maybe this entire class and its premise… wasn’t worth it. Keniwa held firmly onto his beliefs that it was, since those beliefs made him strong, and strength kept him alive. Take wanted to live, too… for those that he loved.

Hayashi had walked up first, almost as if skipping over Jinzo. Then again… Jinzo wanted Keniwa to do the deed to him, so this was a suitable change of pace. Therefore, as he’d made it this far, Take took everything he’d learned lately into consideration… Nova’s and Kiriyomi’s feelings towards the class, Keniwa’s message, the strange pain that the latter was hiding behind that sickening armor. The concept of enduring pain that life threw in your face at random times, the pulse of his heart in his clenched fist-

*SWAP!*

He did it. His fist was flying out now, pushed forward by muscles in his arm, from his biceps to his fingertips, all five fingers bent into a knuckle as Take could’ve sworn that he saw his fist fly ahead in slow motion. He just didn’t want to belittle Keniwa’s intentions, and yet… it felt so forced. So unnecessary, so out of left field… and what Kiriyomi and Nova had said echoed in his head as his fist neared Hayashi’s nose at high speed.

WC: 264
TWC: 1276

 

[Jinzo]

One by one, people began to leave, and while Jinzo couldn't blame them, he found their actions to be somewhat contradicting. As far as he saw it, they were training for something, and skipping out before things truly got underway was one way of showing a halfhearted resolve. On the other hand, this was indeed by far the strangest training session or class that he had ever participated in and that was after being in a training class with a girl who thought that it was wise to cut her own hand wide open in order to demonstrate to the medical Sennin that she was capable of being healed. "A day may come when all of us will be badly injured, just wanting to lay down and rest, yet still having the will to fight for the ones we love, without my friends and family I'd likely not be here today. It was them who I thought of when I faced against evil incarnate a week ago with Akio and the rest. Not everyone has that will to push them forwards, not yet, however whatever it may be for you three keep it close in your hearts. Whenever you are ready Otakemaru." From all accounts, Keni seemed to be somewhat impacted by the silent walk out and for that, Jinzo was glad, because it proved that he had some semblance of a soul. However, soul or not, his last line confirmed that what Jinzo had agreed to, was coming to pass.

*Pop*

*Pop*

Delivering two blows, one to Jinzo and one to another foolhardy individual, Jinzo's head snapped back in recoil but he found that out of all the expectations that he had about the pain, it came in a way that caused him to be just as reflective as ever, despite the pain that he was feeling. Managing to stand his ground, the pain washed over his body like a wave, and though the natural reaction was to snap back and go on the offensive as well, Jinzo instead continued to stare up at the sky and replay the movement over and over in his head. Pausing and stopping the important parts, he thought about the style and stance that Otakemaru had as well as the feeling that he felt when the punch had finally connected. What was the saying, "No pain, no gain"? As he blinked away the pain and saw a bird flying up above, he truly recognized the pain but still tried to figure out what he had gained. For that, he'd need Keni to do some better explaining of things. Taking one deep breath and then another, Jinzo slowly turned his head so that he was now staring at Otakemaru and Keni. Feeling his nose for a bit, he took a deep breath directly through his nostrils and shook his head to shake away the remaining dizziness. "...Ok, now what?"

 

[Pankesu Hayashi]

Hayashi wasn’t really listening anymore, just lazer focused on taking this punch and getting it all over with, Keniwa’s words washed over him like a flood of water, with only the occasional one sinking in.

There was a wet thump as the unstoppable force of Take’s fist met the very movable object that was Hayashi’s face… The world was silent apart from the ringing of his ears, it was all black for a moment before vision flickered back to life like turning on an old box style television. Time seemed to slow down as he realised he wasn’t actually on the ground anymore.

‘Hey! My nose! Its okay!?’ Tapping his face gently, it was perfectly fine! ‘What a miracle, my face must’ve ricocheted right off of his fist!’ Take’s split second hesitation had led him to miss his mark! His face hurt like hell but he was okay!

He began to think about what would happen when he landed: would Take have another go at it? Could he play it off as if he had broken his nose? He glanced towards the floor as time seemed to return to a normal speed and he landed… Nose first. “ARRRRHGGGGGHH! BITCH!” A blistering white hot pain seared throughout his body. He shot up like he had been stuck with a poker and began stomping around with his index finger curled up in his mouth, biting down hard and letting out muffled shouts of pain.

This lasted for what seemed like minutes but was really only thirty seconds, before the pain had subsided enough for him to look back at Keni’s monsterous form. “Come on then! That all?!” He snapped angrily. His nose now dented in from the left a thin red line of blood across the bridge where the skin had been torn.

[Sorry about lateness i was walking around france with spotty internet connection and ive only just got back home]

[WC: 297]
[Total:1074]
[Post 3/5]

 

[Kimari Bōmu]

Otakemaru whilst looking somewhat hesitant, as most people would be in this situation, delivered the two blows to each of the other genin. His fist hurdling with speed towards each of them, Jinzo being the first to receive the blow stood steadfast not moving much from his own position rather taking it all in as he stared at the sky. Keniwa was quite impressed with how he had received the blow, seeming relatively okay albeit somewhat dizzy. Hayashi on the other hand... well he was shocked in a completely different way, sent flying in to the air initially his nose had seemed perfectly okay, however the all to well cracking sound as he hit the floor made it clear the end result was all the same. Yet the two of them whilst some would consider stupid certainly put a smile on his face as they both were clearly ready to go.

Keniwa gave the three all a nod before issuing the next part of the class, "And now with the odds stacked against you, use that pain to guide you forwards, to pass this class Hayashi and Jinzo use the adrenaline to head north east from my location, a few hundred meters from here, there you will find a bag which you must bring back within 5 minutes." Slamming his hand down on the ground a small summoning circle would appear in front of him seconds before a puff of smoke quickly dissipating to reveal his shark contract Nom with a cheeky grin on his face. "Nom will be your pursuer he will do whatever he can to slow you down and stop you from making it back. The moment he moves the timer begins, show your resolve."

Nom would practically bark at the two of them as drool fell from his small yet razor sharp teeth, sniffing towards the two he recognised Hayashi's scent many a time Keniwa would visit his bakery alongside his shark contract, yet he was more interested in Jinzo having never met him he was curious what he'd smell and taste like. Still remaining his grin he began slowly moving towards him ready to chase as soon as any sudden movements were made.

"Otakemaru you stay here." Waiting for the other two to leave beginning their final task of the class Keniwa wanted to have a word with the Nanjirou, if he had not already realised yet he was not learning the same thing as the others. "Otakemaru, why do you think I made you hit the other two? Whilst you stayed without any form of injury." The armour dissolving away as he looked at him with a somber expression on his face.

[OOC: Jinzo and Hayashi you two will roll a d20 with a +2 in the Bot-fun channel against avoiding Nom. If your roll is lower than Nom's then you will take damage, if your roll is higher you will remain untouched. If your roll is between 16-20 you remain untouched no matter what Nom rolled and you find the bag. Rolling system will slightly change upon someone finding the bag.]

[Side note: Don't forget to track your WC!]

 

[Ōtakemaru]

No, it… it still felt forced. Jinzo’s landed, but… Hayashi’s flew right past- wait, was it because of his panicking earlier? Hayashi’s body still moved further towards the floor as he monologued, suddenly coming to a halt with the solid surface as a cracking sound emitted from his nostrils. Take couldn’t help but cringe painfully at the result of his half-heartedness.

Now, the two other students had broken their noses… so Take, too, wondered what the next part of the lesson would be? Keniwa explained that the pain would guide them further beyond, a sort of boost to their capabilities as if riddled by adrenaline, and that they’d have to prove so by bringing back a bag a few hundred meters from here. Keniwa doubled down by summoning a small, shark-like creature named Nom, who made Take’s face grow grey with cold. Despite its size, Keniwa was basically swatting a Summoning Contract after a couple injured students – this wasn’t faint stuff.

He was ordered to stay behind, however. Much to his confusion, Take turned to face Keniwa and his strange question towards him. Keniwa wanted to know why Take was left to punch the two, and why it hadn’t gone differently. Why exactly him? This made his temples scratch and his brain ache, for Take genuinely couldn’t connect those dots.

“I… I don’t know. Pity, maybe… you p-probably feel pity for me. You shouldn’t… I… I don’t know…”

WC: 238
TWC: 1514

[MFT]

 

[Jinzo]

"And now with the odds stacked against you, use that pain to guide you forwards, to pass this class Hayashi and Jinzo use the adrenaline to head north east from my location, a few hundred meters from here, there you will find a bag which you must bring back within 5 minutes." This guy was surely mental. Unable to hide the shock from his face, Jinzo shook his head in disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me..." Letting the words escape from his mouth in a way that showed that he at least thought about holding back. Jinzo readied himself for action as he tried to figure out a way out of this situation. While he couldn't exactly run due to being in too deep, what he could do was try to at least be faster than the next person. "Nom will be your pursuer he will do whatever he can to slow you down and stop you from making it back. The moment he moves the timer begins, show your resolve." A shark... the guy actually expected them to outrun a shark. "Nom will be your pursuer he will do whatever he can to slow you down and stop you from making it back. The moment he moves the timer begins, show your resolve." Continuing to shake his head, Jinzo got into form and looked in the general direction of where he needed to go, and then he took off with the speed of lightning. Jinzo had never had to run from a shark but he surely wasn't trying to get caught by one today.

OOC:

Spoiler

Umashi-Ret. Kage | Sora-Genin — Today at 8:56 AM
@Keni/Sumi
Rolling to escape Nom.

t!dice 1d20+2
t!dice 1d20+2
Tatsu
BOT
— Today at 8:56 AM
Rolling dice!
[d20 : 15] + 2
In the end, the result was: 17

 

[Pankesu Hayashi]

"Keni we have got to have a serious conversation about what you are doing with your life! I mean, This bag better be full of gold and secrets or something!!" The blistering hot pain in his nose had partially subsided and rippled out across his face like throwing a stone into a pond, it was now just a general thumping pain across his entire head. 'UUURRGGGGGHHH... and why does he have a pocket shark-dog-thing just lying around?! I mean what kind of loser picks a shark contract?! All it can do is destroy!'

Hayashi frantically said a little rhyme he had been taught back at school to figure out which way north. Looking back at the pillar of dust kicked up by Jinzo jetting off and then back at Nom who had begun galloping towards him, he scrambled away. "Okay I'll try and distract it and you go get that bag back!" he shouted, hoping that Jinzo could hear. Taking a peek over his shoulder he saw that Nom was gaining on him fast and something had to be done before he either was in chomping range of Hayashi's delicate ankles or worse Nom lost interest in him and going to attack Jinzo instead!

He turned sharply right, almost knocking himself right off of his feet in the process and began waving his arms and taunting the shark in a bid to keep it on his tail. "Come on you walking barrel! Dont you want a taste of me!? Its a wonder to how you are even keeping up with me fatso! Youve got to try harder than that!" Despite Hayashis incredibly potent insults, the shark was not deterred and was now right behind him, gnashing at his heels! Scanning the surrounding trees he spotted one where the trunk had split into two in the shape of a Y about 2 meters up. Making a running jump Hayashi grabbed one of the branches and pulled himself into the tree before quickly scuttling further up its branches. Satisfied in his position and sure he could keep distracting Nom for the time it would take Jinzo to get back to Keniwa, he got back to keeping the sharks attention through the occasional insult and small twig thrown at it. "Come on! Maybe if you jump a little bit higher you could take a nice chop right out of my delicious leg!"

[WC:399]
[Total:1473]
[Post 4/5]