Cold Weather Training <Tutor|Class>

[Toraono Michino]

<Thread Entered as NPC: Uzumoreru Iziang>​

A cold morning breeze blew in through the mountain range where the Academy was hosted. It harshly reminded the students and fellow Genin continuing their education the hard lanscape on which they learned. This wasn’t the cozy balmy climate of the Leaf or the scorching heat of Suna - up here, all they knew was cold and thin air. Yet that was perhaps more to the fact of why Kumogakure Shinobi were just built different, even as they finally started to match up to other major militaries.

Lessons were done day-to-day, meaning that there was rarely a set schedule and every day could be anything, which prepared them for that exact battlefield eventuality. Today’s lesson was being held outside by a man who looked to be in his late 50’s, early 60’s. His hair was stark white and cropped down to nigh a buzz-cut despite the razor winds cutting at the dead nerves on his head. He was dressed in a heavy hooded robe with the head-covering pillowed around his shoulders. Golden irises surrounded in inky black watched the Students slowly pile out of the building and towards one of the training yards that held the obstacle course. Behind him was thick weather treated logs in varying styles of construction; all designed to be climbed and maneuvered through with difficulty. Half of it was exposed and covered slightly in snow, while the rest was hidden in the patch of mountain forest beyond.

Today was a particularly cold day, and Uzumoreru Iziang was a bitter man. Ran from his home in Suna by the Takehashi and own older brother, Iziang originally came to Kumogakure in search of celebrity and monkdom. After nearly ten years as a monk, he finally couldn’t take it any more; which was a helluva a coincidence since the war had just finished. The pull of the chakra bomb had removed what little chakra he actually had access to, but with it gone he was able to reintroduce himself to the village proper. Despite being weak from both the drain of living in Lightning and having been mentally scarred by his previous life he still knew very well of the techniques in which his dead clan trained assassins. These techniques, while gruesome, already had a known history to back up his methods…yet the cowards of the Council still reduced the severity of the training. His eyes looked through the children who had gathered today, glaring at each one and seeing who returned it as he marked them for potential.

“Today,” he growled out to those that had gathered, the grinning scars on his face tugging around his mouth, “You will learn how to regulate your chakra to keep your body warm! This is a simple technique, easy to learn yet difficult to master. You will be tested today on your ability to continue regulating your chakra while running the obstacle course - in its entirety. Now, follow after me,”
The Uzumoreru placed his hands together to form a basic tatsu handseal,
“Dragon, as your Seal Study will have taught you, regulates chakra through the arms and legs. It pulls strongly at your core to rush chakra to these limbs. Hold it until your arms feel hot, and then release. You’ll notice upon release that the chakra running through your body is now heated, and your clothes might feel stifling.” Izi released the seal, small waves of heat now rising from his near bare head to the cold blowing around them.

“Practice until the heat becomes unbearable. Remove not a single article of clothing.”

 

[Yuki Aiko]

Aiko had only recently been accepted into the classes here. While she had some basics taught to her by her mother, and what she knew from the tests she had to take to enter the academy, it wasn't going to prepare her for this. None the less she kept her ironically sunny disposition with a smile plastered on her face. Though being of the Aiko clan, keeping her body warm was...Hard, to say the least. Back in the Sand when she was younger, her body's natural affinity for cold helped her keep herself cool in that climate, blending in well with the surroundings. But in the land of Lightning, that was turned on it's head, truly and utterly.

Aiko had frequent bouts of sickness due to lack of control over her chakra, her body's natural tendency to be cold to the point of inflicting it on her surroundings had backfired ever since she arrived here with her mother a few years ago. So when she found out she was taking this class, it was hard to contain her excitement, as it was perfectly up her ally. No more nights where she can't get warm even under her covers, no more biting cold that never seemed to leave. This would be how she fixes a failing aspect of herself.

Though she must admit, the instructor was rather scary. She had heard some gossip from the other students of what he's had them do, and that had a small chill run down her spine. Though that chill would pale in comparison to this child's determination to be an excellent student, never wanting to disappoint her mother after how much was sacrificed to bring her here.

“You will learn how to regulate your chakra to keep your body warm! This is a simple technique, easy to learn yet difficult to master. You will be tested today on your ability to continue regulating your chakra while running the obstacle course - in its entirety. Now, follow after me”

"Yes, sensei!"

The pale girl would respond, even if such a response was unwanted, a bit of her excitement breaking out of the façade of calm coolness she was trying to portray. Her eyes would follow the movements of her instructors hands, as the girl glanced down to her pale hands, slowly moving them into place, needing one or two tries before she got the hand sign into the proper position, still not used to making them. None the less, she'd give it a go!....And find that the heat that her sign produced was less than amazing. The natural affinity for ice and cool making heat quite difficult for her to produce, as her chakra ran cold. Compared to the others, she may more run the risk of freezing herself over if she fails to succeed than overheating herself. She'd try, try, and try again, and hopefully, steadily improve her ability...

[Topic Entered]
[WC: 479]
[WCT: 479]

 

[Kazoki Mitsugi]

Mitsugi, an orphaned by the murder of his wealth merchant parents, was newcomer to the cloud village. The outstanding orange eye boys tried to upskill nin power as a self protection towards the harsh merchant competition which involved dark and blood tragedy. After completed an obstacle course tutor with Satoshi-sensei, he saw another education opportunity in the Aurora Erudition banner. A class. Handle Your Cold Weather, it was said. The 10 year old boy signed up on the class in hope to increase his knowledge and skill in the shinobi world.

The day of the class came and Mitsugi prepared himself wearing his light blue jeans, white tshirt and black kunoichi pants. In addition, he picked up some books hoping to have chance to further read few abilities description book and incorporate in the training today. He read few additional material on how to conserve the energy or once called chakra. "Hope to learn something about controlling energy today." the young boy shouted during his sprint to the academy. Few passerby grinned at his action acknowledging his enthusiasm.

The morning was cold with few wind blew summing up its cold through the mountain range. A tutor wearing a hooded robe covering his legs with pillow covering his shoulders stood at the course facing the forest. An old grandpa... Does he still able to do teach... Mitsugi murmured remembering an old Hyuuga grandma whom he helped before. Mitsugi hurries stepped to join others in the line facing the grandpa tutor. Different shape of logs covered with snow stood behind the new tutor. Another obstacle course eh. Mitsugi remembered on how Satoshi took them through previously.

The scarred face tutor growl out “You will learn how to regulate your chakra to keep your body warm! This is a simple technique, easy to learn yet difficult to master. You will be tested today on your ability to continue regulating your chakra while running the obstacle course - in its entirety. Now, follow after me,” Iziang-sensei formed a dragon seal and release chakra from core towards legs and arms. “Practice until the heat becomes unbearable. Remove not a single article of clothing.” the old tutor commanded.

Today lessons hit Mitsugi wishes. The orange eyed student pulled up his clothes and put his clothes beside his bag. He then draw out the abilities book that he prepared before. The book said A well trained shinobi able to conserve its chakra energy and release it smoothly. The x-scared face student then put down the book and form a karate posture, then he pulled down his hands while breathing out. The brown haired boy pulled up his hand while breathing in and closing his eyes. He was focusing drawing the chakra energy as what the book stated. Slowly forming a handseal, Mitsugi released Immolation Armor Master Rank to heat up the freezing nature. Mitsugi concentrated throughly and withdrew chakra lesser than what a shinobi usually pull. The heat of the armor crept in replacing the freezing weather and warmed the student body. The 10 year old boy opened his eye and felt proud of what he did.

[MFT]
[WC: 516]
[WCT: 516]

 

[Yuki Aiko]

Looking to the fellow student besides her, Aiko's eyes would shoot open wide as she looked over at Mitsugi. "How are you doing that so easily!? Each time I try, it feels as if I'm just getting colder..." Aiko says, letting out a shaky breath that was quite clearly visible. The attempts at harnessing her chakra for heat seem to have backfired, as it was drawing out the natural cold she produced more than any form of heat. This was turning out to be a lot harder than she expected.

"Aiko, by the way!"

She'd exclaim, before glancing to the teacher, before leaning in a bit towards Mitsugi. He'd see a girl with crystal blue eyes and snow white hair, wearing a cute long sleeved turtleneck with a cyan coloring pop her way into his line of sight..

"Can you g-give me a few t-tips?"

In only a span of a few seconds it seems that the cold emanating from Aiko had begun to intensify. Aiko was holding that hand seal and continuing to try and use her chakra to warm herself up, though failing to convert it. To the extent that Mitsugi would notice a thin layer of frost beginning to cover the white haired girl's pale face.

[WC: 206]
[WCT: 685]

 

[Hisako]

The corruption of Hisako's software controlling her strength and speed was slowly but surely abating, but she still lacked a lot of practical knowledge. Sure she understood the theories of cold weather proofing, but implementing it in practice? That was a whole 'nother story. She was still learning, and she was still making mistakes. She was still a work in progress, and she knew it. She was still a long way from being the perfect gynoid, but she was getting there. She was getting there...

This morning however, she was headed to the academy as she'd heard there was a class specifically on cold weather training. Hopefully it'd teach her a thing or two about keeping her systems from freezing up in the cold. She'd been told that the class was being taught by a teacher named Mr. Uzumoreru Iziang, and that he was a bit of a hardass, but she didn't really care. She was here to learn, and she was going to learn well. Hopefully. She slipped into the area where the class was being held, and listened attentively to what the teacher would say.

Given that Hisako wasn't affected by the cold in a normal manner, she'd be implementing the lesson in a way that'd keep her mechanics from seizing up due to freezing over. "Hm. I had not thought of using chakra like that." she said in a low tone, looking around at the other students, one of which seemed to be performing a full jutsu rather than just the handseal as the teacher showed.

"I wonder if I could do that..." she said, looking at her hands. She formed the handseal, and began circulating her chakra, which seemed to keep her limbs able to move around just fine. She mostly stayed inside buildings where the temperature was regulated appropriately, but every time she'd gone outside for too long she'd noticed a tendency for the metal joints in her limbs to begin freezing up slowly, which necessitated that she kept moving around. This class might just teach her a way to avoid this.

[MFT]
[WC: 344]
[WCT: 344]

 

[Toraono Michino]

Izi walked past the students, moving to one end of the group and back to the other in a slow pace that dug a starting line in the snow. As varying ages figured out how to use their chakra, one would begin to unbutton their jacket. The Uzumoreru would appear suddenly before them, golden eyes glaring down into their soul. He pointed at the obstacle course,
“Run,” his only command. The person he spoke to, a low-ranking Genin in their mid-teens, froze up at the sudden appearance of his sensei. His hands started to button back up the jacket but the ex-assassin’s hand slapped them before they could, “Run,” he repeated.

The Genin swallowed hard and ran out into the snow, forgetting to flow chakra into the soles of their feet as they concentrated harder on keeping the warm flowing; his feet dragging through the 3ft snow banks. With the open jacket, the heat was quickly being shaved away by the icy edge of Kumogakure’s mountain winds and he quickly realized the mistake they had made. The teen reached the first wall and began to climb. He made it about ten feet up when Iziang suddenly flicked his robed arm out, a kunai flying from it to strike between the boy’s fingers. He cried out suddenly, releasing his grip and falling the ten feet into the snow. A groan could be heard as they simply stayed there.
“Failed,” the assassin muttered ferociously.

As the older man looked back he looked over the rest of the students and picked out the ones that continued to stand out. One had managed to wax and charge their charka, added a few more seals, and cast the Immolation Armor ninjutsu; which would have been great if that had been the lesson. Another was having problems keeping warm, their blue tinting lips and ever paling flesh a sign they were weaving the wrong seal; but a quick look corrected the teacher’s assessment.
“Oh,” he muttered, “A rare one.”
The last was something he hadn’t planed on ever seeing or being around due to his already highly superstitious beliefs regarding technology. The mechanical woman was one of a kind. A rare combination of genius and machine that would have made his old master shudder in delight. The Uzumoreru, on the other hand, detested the sight of the android but had learned long ago to not put themselves in direct line of sight of the higher-ups. The leaders of all three branches were sickeningly female, and their military leader shared the gender. However, despite his old fashioned view of the fairer sex the assassin was absolutely terrified of all four and learned quickly they did not take well to his world views. So, for better or worse, the assassin would ignore Hisako until the mechnical being asked for him.

First things first. He nearly glided over to Mitsugi, his hand held out to the course as if offering the boy lunch,
“Run,” he said, much nicer but with toxic tones hidden beneath. He was ready to see how well the boy could do once the fire around his body began to melt the snow on those logs; but more to that how well other students would follow after. Izi moved towards the rest and began to repeat his message until all but Hisako and Akio. To the former he simply motioned towards the course, assuming the android had done as instructed as he could see heat rising from her form but wasn’t entirely sure that was mechanics or chakra.

With Akio, the ex-assassin grabbed her hands with unnerving gentleness and pulled them apart to dispel the chakra circulation.
“You have a special chakra coil, child,” he said with a tone still somewhat hard no matter how much he tried to ease his voice. “The power of frost is strong within these veins, but that can be a detriment when living here in these mountains. Instead of trying to keep warm, learn to distract the cold. Feel it, and then remove it, until the real thing can no longer touch you. Start with Tori until you can’t stand the cold, and then switch to Inu. This will circulate Wind and Water chakras, the basic make up of Ice Chakra. Rotating through these two types should help separate them from your natural chakra type to keep you from freezing over, but also not actually heat you up. Eventually cold weather will no longer even be able to touch you, and with enough mastery, you’ll be able to tell it where to go.”

Iziang turned to the course to see how the rest of the class was faring with the cold.

 

[Yuki Aiko]

This really wasn't working! As she was midway through asking another student for some tips, Aiko would let out a slight "eep!" as her hands are taken and pulled apart. The cold she had been creating in the stead of warmth would weaken now that her chakra was broken up, as she looked up to her instructor.

“You have a special chakra coil, child. The power of frost is strong within these veins, but that can be a detriment when living here in these mountains. Instead of trying to keep warm, learn to distract the cold."

"Y-yeah I guess that makes sense, s-sensei. Thank you!"

She'd listen to the rest of her instructions, slowly nodding as she glanced down to her cold hands. Aiko would take a deep breath, moving her hands into the Tori sign. Her body was already quite cold, dangerously so. Though she had a natural resistance to the cold thanks to her bloodline. Her hands would quickly swap back to Inu once the cold made her numb all over. True to the instructors words, she'd feel her body begin to even itself out. The natural cold being "distracted" by the use of her chakra, Aiko's breath becoming less visible the more she circulated her chakra network. While it wasn't perfect, and she wasn't keeping her temperature fully stable, it was a good step in order to bring herself closer to controlling her bodies natural response to heat and cold. She'd give a glance at the other students to see if anyone else had a similar issue as she did, though she'd notice them all making the same signs..Seems she was the only one that had this happen.

 

[Hisako]

Hisako relegated a subprocess of her mind to the task of keeping the chakra circulating, letting her focus on other things while the chakra was just passively keeping her joints frost free. As such, she could spend more time studying the other students, and the teacher. It seemed to Hisako that the teacher was avoiding her for some reason. She didn't know why, but she didn't truly care. If she needed the old man, she'd go to him and ask. Though, when he gestured towards the obstacle course, Hisako nodded silently.

She wasn't the first to the course, nor the first to start, but she'd definitely give it her all. She didn't bother with the rope, instead opting to jump up and grab the top of the wall, pulling herself up and over. She landed on the other side, and continued across the course with the mechanical precision afforded by her body. She was curious to see how the others would handle the obstacle course, and also curious to see how the teacher would handle it, if he even would go through it. Regardless, she would definitely do her best to complete it to the top of her ability.

After having finished it, she would wait for the others to finish, and then she would go to the teacher and ask him "What is the next step, sensei?", in her typical kinda flat tone, that still showed her curiousity, yet lacked a certain human element to it. She was still trying to figure out how to properly interact with people. She was still trying to figure out how to properly express herself. She was still trying to figure out how to be human, and she was still trying to figure out how to be a ninja. Really, one could say that she was still trying to figure out how to be Hisako.

[MFT]
[WC: 310]
[WCT: 654]

 

[Toraono Michino]

Iziang noticed the girl had finally realized she was alone. That disturbing something that was this Uzumoreru wanted to mock her, and bully the child into a tougher skin. However he wasn’t going to do that kind of stuff in front of Hisako, and so he continued to try remaining supportive; though he swore he could feel an ulcer.

“Feel better? Now go run the course. Continue to keep the chakra separated with seals when you start to feel cold again. Eventually you’ll learn how to do it on whim, now get to it!” he pushed Aiko out towards the snowy field where other students were struggling.

Hisako was fortunate to be so well built. Because of Immolation Armor kid in the front melting snow and obviously doing better at the course than others, those behind were slipping. No sooner did Izi look back up at the group of Students did he see a log take one out. Another broke their arm after slipping on a patch of ice created by the puddled water. Two banged into each other and knocked themselves out before falling from a five-foot drop into a snow bank. He sighed, pulling his face down with a single scarred hand. The inconsistency with this country’s chakra was truly a sight to behold. He had come here knowing chakra was rare, and even had his limited reserves stolen for a time, but he thought surely there would be more than 2 kids out of the entire pack that could preform chakra control well enough to run a damn log course. One of them was clearly a cut above the rest but needed to learn to follow instructions, and the other had a lot of potential but clearly no training. The future of the Kumogakure army seemed grim, to Izi, but he didn’t realized the gravity of those two kids. Over 85% of Academy Students ended up working in the lesser parts of the military and local police force lately, and that was important. The 15% that actually moved up into the Sub-Branches and took control were already cut from a different cloth, and that was exactly how the Cloud Village did things different. Despite the larger portion of their army being Genin Level or below, those that held actual positions were nigh’ comparable to gods at times; and this wasn’t including the monsters that ran the military and county either. Still, the Uzumoreru hated seeing such weakness and it always soured his mood when potential was squandered.

“Mitsugi! Lower your armor so the other students can stop hurting themselves!” Izi barked out at the boy ahead of the pack, no doubt his words being swallowed by the high winds that whipped the snow around the students. He sighed in disappointment, and then jumped with a shout when Hisako reappeared behind him. She was already done!? And dodged Immolation Boy? The Uzumoreru would be lying if he wasn’t impressed, but thank the kami he was a great liar.

“Didn’t I tell you to run the course?” he said, feigning ignorance as he clearly saw her run up to the first wall, “Go run!”

 

[Kazoki Mitsugi]

[OOC: Sorry guys, i recently out-of-town for a week. Will be able to start posting regularly]
While Mitsugi geared out his chakra to create blazing armor, another student beside him introduce herself.

"Aiko, by the way!"

Aiko has crystal blue eyes and pale white hair. She seemed emitting chill atmosphere out of her pale skin.

Another special talent, he thought. Another strong potential academy student like himself.

"Mitsugi, Kazoki Mitsugi, a newbie here in this Cloud village. Nice to meet you Aiko. I have mastered this technique in a while", the x-scarred faced student said. "You just need to focus on your few chakra points on your body, create this dragon seal movement.", the brown haired student explained throughly to Aiko. "And slowly released it... But it seems you have different talent than mine, fire element seems not your forte... ", Mitsugi reached out and felt freezing aura from Aiko.

Then, there was another kid joining the class. She had blue eyes matching with Aiko. Yet, her movement was different than a human. Eventhough her form is rather feminine, she wore gloves and she could stretch his body as if she has no joint. Another special talent, the orange eyed student murmured, I'd wonder what are those and what she can do with that machine like body.

Mitsugi leaned to the blonde hair girl and greeted her. Hello, I am Mitsugi, Kazoki Mitsugi. What is your name? I am curious on your talent as well.

“Run,” the golden eyed sensei shout. A teenage boy in the class started to wear his jacket yet the golden eye teacher smacked him and command the teenage boy to get through the course. The boy managed to concentrate his chakra and maintain his body heat all the way to wall climbang section of the arena. Suddenly Iziang-sensei aimed a kunai to the boy finger and the poor boy lose his concentration and fell down. “Failed,” the white haired teacher uttered with a disappointing tone.

Iziang sensei then slided swiftly towards the orange eye student. “Run,” the teacher commanded and pointed at the course direction. Mitsugi started to flow few of his chakra to his leg muscle so that he can run well in this course. While he moved, the snow was melting due to glazing heat with his Immolation Armor contact. On each contact to the wood log, Mitsugi precisely opened up chakra point on his feet enabling him to grip on the log with ease. The chakra extended from the sole of the student and shaped spikes-mimicked empowering steadiness when navigating in all different situation of the logs. As the wind brazen the cold air, the x-scarred face student jumped from one wood part to another wood gracefully.

Suddenly, the golden eyed sensei barked out “Mitsugi! Lower your armor so the other students can stop hurting themselves!” Mitsugi stopped his action and looked back. A young student trampled over puddle of water and broke his arm, a couple of rookie collided and stucked at the snow upside down. The orange eyed boy make few handseal and release his armor. The cold wind striked harsh and his body shiverred through the ice. He remembered few handseals that Iziang sensei showed at the start the class and mimiced his sensei movement. Slowly the fire element charged through the dragon seal and discharged heat covering his body. The brown haired boy then continued his movement through the course. He arrived at the end of the logs and drew out his blurred javelin as to prepare for the next climbing section.

[MFT]
[WC: 569]
[WCT: 1085]
[Post Count: 2]

 

[Yuki Aiko]

Right, no time to slack! Aiko would be surprisingly quick on her feat while maintaining the hand seal as she made her way to the obstacle course. Staying still and holding the seal was simple, but moving was another beast entirely. Not to be outshined by the others, Aiko pushed herself to excel. The first true obstacle would be the snowy banks..But, to some other student's surprise, Aiko was quite literally walking on top of the snow, without even leaving any indents! This was something she had been practicing on her own, and now it was the time to test it in conjunction with this technique to keep herself from freezing over. Naturally resistant to freezing winds and low temperatures, the technique to maintain her body temperature was doing wonders for the young girl, who had, despite her slow start, passed some of the other students who were busy plodding along through the deep snowy banks.

In the same level of application of her ability to walk on snow, Aiko quickly scanned for an iced over patch of the wall. While most others seemed to avoid this area, Aiko would run towards the slippery terrain! On first inspection it'd be quite foolish to pick that spot, as many others intentionally avoided it to make the climb easier, Aiko decided to use her natural affinity for ice to shape it into openings for her feet and hands to get a grip on. She didn't need to constantly maintain the signs to keep cool at least, she had some time between each climb that allowed her to chill out, before evening out her chakra once again. What once looked like a useless and inept weaver of signs, she was now using her natural element much like the other student was in order to move past the course! She'd be too focused on keeping her chakra balanced and moving through the course to answer Mitsugi, sadly...

 

[Hisako]

Hisako, the construct, observed the teacher with a critical eye. He seemed to be lost in his own world, oblivious to the students diligently working on their assignments. She couldn't help but question his competence. If he couldn't even pay enough attention to notice his students' progress, how could he possibly be effective at his job? She made a mental note of this, storing it away in the vast database of her mind for future reference.

When Mitsugi introduced himself, Hisako responded with a nod. Her voice, neutral and devoid of any emotional inflection, echoed in the chilly air. "I am Hisako." she stated, her mechanical eyes meeting Mitsugi's. When asked about her talent, she lifted her arm, revealing the intricate network of wires, tubes, and mechanical parts that made up her inner workings. "My talent? Well, I am a construct, so I would suppose my talent is being versatile." she explained, her voice carrying a hint of pride.

After the teacher had scolded Mitsugi for his fire armor, Hisako decided to tackle the course once more. She moved with mechanical precision, her movements calculated and deliberate. The molten snow and puddles that had formed on the course were no match for her. She navigated the obstacles with ease, her mechanical body adapting to the changing conditions.

She climbed walls, jumped over hurdles, and maneuvered around obstacles, her movements fluid and efficient. Every step she took, every move she made, was a testament to her mechanical prowess. She was artificial sure, but she was built for versatility and adaptability, and she was proving it with every move.

Eventually, she made it back to the starting point, having successfully navigated the course. As she stood there, her mechanical heart humming with satisfaction, she realized that she was slowly regaining some of her former abilities. The course had been a test, a challenge, and she had risen to it. She was Hisako, the construct, built by the Raikage herself, and she was not only versatile, but also ready for whatever came next.

[MFT]
[WC: 340]
[WCT: 994]

 

[Kazoki Mitsugi]

While preparing to climb over the wall, the orange eyed boy caught Aiko movement. The chill aura girl dashed fluently between the sand banks. She then caught up and use her affinity with cold and convert the wall's iced patch as a strong footing and climbed it elegantly. Mitsugi also watched the wire & tube student progressed the course perfectly as her mechanical prowess stick to its pinpoint accuracy. Not wanted to lose to others student, the brown haired student then sheathed his blurred javelin. He rather wanted to test his skill and grew out of his comfort zone by using easy mode javelin in this situation.

He then quickly changed to blurred gloves using his quickdraw ability. "Alright hopefully this works, otherwise its going to be a long painful days after this course..." Mitsugi said. The x-scarred boy followed the path of other students climbing the icy wall. Mitsugi jumped as high as he could and stretched out his arm towards the rocky icy path. The orange eyed boy somehow managed to hold on at one rock at the wall. "Fiuh, but its still long way to go..." Mitsugi saw long path of the course. He moved his leg front and then back to get a momentum to swing through. At one point, Mitsugi swinged from his position aiming another rock 45 degree above him. Yet he missed the rock and all below the points was slippery ice. Mitsugi felt his fingers unable to grip anything on the surface and hes slipping down of the edge. The brown haired boy remembered the training and concentrated. "If I imagine this gloves as my javelin then I can do something..." Mitsugi murmured. He then used his unarmed weapon to pierced the iced wall as if he used his blurred javelin. "Yes it works. New skill unlocked." Mitsugi said.

The x scarred face boy then continued to use his gloves to pierce the point of contact and moved easily through the wall climbing. Mitsugi follow other footsteps back to the starting point. Mitsugi waited his sensei words to improve his skill..

[MFT]
[WC: 346]
[WCT: 1431]
[Post Count: 3]

 

[Toraono Michino]

After Aiko and Hisako, again, set off towards the course the teacher would finally relax a little. He raised a balled up fist to beat against his back as he leaned over. Years of growing up in a desert and then years spent in a mountain monk hideaway had been hell on his body; not even mentioning the original Uzumoreru Training he had undergone as a child. The scars around his mouth tugged painfully every time he spoke so, it wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. Shouting encouragement wasn’t normally the man’s jazz…but today, there seemed to be some exceptions to those rules.

In a flicker that disturbed the snow storm where he stood and then again where the Seikon reappeared, he gently jogged along thecourse yelling obscenities at Students that were still having problems. Stepping in he’d also pick up those who had broken things and toss them back toward the entrance with instructions to go see the school nurse; they had failed. One of the crumbled mess of twisted body parts he picked up didn’t respond, and with a quick pulse check found they had died from the impact of one of the swinging logs - didn’t apply chakra defense in time. This one he gently raised up and tossed over his shoulder. Another one for the Hospital to look over and harvest before sending the remains back home. It was the third death of the year, meaning the last few months of the school year would most likely be dead-child free; they tended to come in threes.

Stepping back out on the edge of the course, moving into the trees, Izi eyed the ones ahead of the rest and the ones quickly closing the gaps. Akio was turning what had been a detriment at first into a full on skill, and to that one he willingly let out words of encouragement. The boy at the front was also now making the effort to actually run the course over using the advantage of a library of jutsu; which warmed him up to Mitsugi a little. There wasn’t much he could teach the headstrong, but those willing to weaken themselves on purpose to learn a new trick? Those, were malleable. The only one that still didn’t impress him, but did all together, was the android. He watched as she flew through the course again, passing up both the remaining five or so Students left over with gusto.

“Akio! Good work on using ice to your advantage and keeping the chakra flow! Keep it up! Mitsugi, doing good! Don’t be afraid to make it harder! Adversary brings wisdom, wisdom comes from experience, experience is the key to victory! Never forget that! Hisako….”

He simply gave the android a thumbs up. She already had an edge on the rest of the class he wasn’t sure how to- oh, wait. Yes he did.
“Since you’re so good at running the course, how about you attempt to do so with a detriment?”

Izi put his hands together to focus chakra together before slinging a wave of invisible energy from his hand. The first part of the course became suddenly frozen with blades of ice that began to move in like-ness to a saw-blade trap, repeating over certain parts of the early course - the rest he left alone since others were still on their first try.
“Try this advanced course, if you would.”

 

[Hisako]

Hisako, the construct, found herself in a situation that was rapidly escalating. Her mechanical eyes, capable of processing information at a speed far beyond human capabilities, were taking in the scene unfolding before her. The teacher, a man who was supposed to be a beacon of knowledge and guidance, was treating the students, or more accurately, Hisako herself, in a manner that was not just unfair, but also deeply personal. His actions were not in line with the principles of education that she had been programmed to follow, understand, and respect.

Education, as Hisako understood it, was about adapting to the needs of the individual student, about tailoring the teaching methods to suit their level of understanding. But what she was witnessing was a gross distortion of this principle. The teacher's behavior was not just unprofessional, it was blatantly misogynistic. His actions were not about adapting to the needs of the students, but about asserting his own personal biases.

Despite the teacher's unfair treatment, Hisako found herself regaining more of her previous capabilities. It was a strange sensation, akin to what humans referred to as 'muscle memory'. But Hisako didn't have muscles, she had servos and actuators, gears and pistons. Yet, the feeling was there, undeniable and strong. It was as if her body was remembering, recalling the skills and abilities she had once possessed.

She was a construct, designed and programmed to follow orders, to respect those in positions of authority. She had never questioned her creator, Kitsune, nor had she ever disobeyed her Jounin handler, Ayana, at the Torre Empirea. They were her superiors, and she was programmed to respect that hierarchy. But this man, this teacher... he was different. His actions were not just disrespectful, they were downright offensive.

His rudeness, his blatant disregard for the principles of education, grated on her. It was as if he was getting under her artificial skin, provoking a reaction that she had never experienced before. It could have been a result of the software corruption she had been experiencing, but she felt a deep, almost primal urge to stand up to him, to tell him "No."

And so, with a firmness that surprised even her, Hisako spoke up. Her voice, usually neutral and devoid of any emotional inflection, carried a hint of defiance. "No." she said, her mechanical eyes meeting the teacher's. She didn't elaborate, didn't feel the need to justify her refusal. She simply stood her ground, her body language conveying her refusal to be treated in such a manner.

It was a small act of rebellion, but it was a start. And for Hisako, it was a significant step towards asserting her autonomy. It was a moment of growth, a moment of self-assertion. And it was a moment that would forever change the way she interacted with the world around her. Despite the unfair treatment, Hisako was regaining her capabilities, her mechanical body remembering its full potential. It was a testament to her resilience, to her determination to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.

[MFT]
[WC: 506]
[WCT: 1500]

 

[Toraono Michino]

The class had finally reached its end, which was about perfect because Izi was getting real tired of the uppity robot. His eyes glared down, harshly, with a look that had literally sent children running or wetting themselves out of fear before. Yet the feminine appliance held her ground instead. The ex-assassin could feel a little something between pride and disgust rise from his stomach. Words of hate and anger began to boil up, but before he could launch into a tirade the sound of the Academy’s angry school bell rattled throughout the grounds. His glare remained steady on Hisako. Izi raised his hands together and formed a few seals that broke off the chakra he had steadily been pouring out to stay warm. The weather slowed until the snow itself stopped falling. The stormy clouds above slowly rolled away to reveal a gray sky as the teacher turned towards the course and shouted,

“Class up! Return to the Academy and report to your next class! Injured Students that are still concious will report to the nurse and then to me directly to the Academy Head, Ryuu Rei. The rest of your classes will be suspended for the day.”

The Uzumoreru would have much rather preferred those students report to him after healing so he could continue their training the proper way. Rei, in his opinion, had a habit of being far too soft on the future soldiers. Even the adults were given a leeway that Iziang would have used as an excuse to execute instead; Kumogakure didn’t need pissant Genin-level adults. Yet the bitch who ran the Main Branch not only disagreed, but often found jobs within of the military that would actually help their limited skill set long enough to get an education in a field outside of the Shinobi Way. Izi hated it. He was one of the remaining older few that believed Kumogakure was much better off as a Hidden Village and not the seat of power for the whole country. Back when shinobi were rare and training was just as deadly as it had been when he was child in Suna’s Underground.

“Fine, have it your way then. You’ve passed but I will be submitting your insubordination to the Academy Head,” the old man growled at the robot. It wouldn’t be worth anything, but it would make him feel better. Two of the students were promising, at least, and he looked forward to keeping track of those two; especially Mitsugi. There was a lot of potential in his skill set for someone who was still a Student. Of course, Aiko intrigued him too as she was a rare type of blood…but his interest in her waned quickly based purely on her gender. Someone better than him would no doubt see her as a terrifying foe to face in the mountains some day.

[Class Over~!]
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[Yuki Aiko]

Aiko gave a ragged breath by the time she finished the course. What a work out! She was going to have to do this a lot going forwards, huh? Well, she was certainly up to the challenge! Breaking her seal and feeling the cold around her, she'd give a slight shiver. It wasn't as bad as it was when she started at least. Improvement! Aiko would make her way back to the main area, trudging through the snow until she finally managed to get back to where the instructor and that weird looking woman that had joined the class. Wasn't she a bit old to be in here? Oh well, not her problem, maybe she was just supervising or something else!

Aiko would make her way to the professor, giving a bow and looking back up to his with a radiant smile. "Thank you for the excellent teaching! I feel like I learned a lot today, especially about my chakra and how to control it! I hope to have more classes with you sensei!" Before leaning back up and giving him a nod, before she started off towards home. She definitely needed something warm to drink. Plus a heater...Her house was real cold since her mother was there all the time. Though before she does any of that, she'd planning on taking a nice warm bath to get all the grime off her. Today was very productive, and with the help of her Sensei, and she was looking forward to bettering herself even more!

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