Journey To The Center Of The Mind's Eye (Class)

[Kairyuu]

Ha walked through the room, putting books on the desks and whistling softly to himself as he moved. He was not a small man, standing nearly six and a half feet tall, and just over two-hundred pounds, he looked every inch the warrior he was. His clothing was not tight, but it did not qualify as very loose either. A black jacket with a white rose on the back whose stem came over his left shoulder. Under it, a red shirt and black pants. Shoes to match, and supple gloves. But the most striking thing would be the mask, it always was. White with red markings along the slits for his eyes, he could see out but others seeing in was a different matter. It covered him from nose to forehead, hiding his eyes from view. A flame of red hair sat atop his head, two black streaks going through it almost appearing as horns.

Ha turns as he reaches the head of the room and forms a few seals. A breeze erupts from the middle of the room, sending dust out in a wave through the windows to clear the space of it. He smiles and turns, taking a seat at the desk and propping his feet up. Let the little kiddies come. They would be taught the truth of the mind. The realization of mental combat was one of the most powerful things an eager child could learn.

 

[Tomomi Chijimatsu]

Around the corner of the doorway, Miyako peeks her head, had she come early? Hopefully before the instructor noticed her, she pulls her body forth and steps into the classroom, offering a light wave and a very small smile to the man with his feet on the desk. She doesn't speak to him at first, just simply looks at the empty desks in the room and then back to him. She a small girl, wearing a simple kimono that seems to have been wrinkled quite a few times and pants, which end just a few inches below her knees, netting covering the rest of her legs and tucking itself away into the top of her open-toed shoes. Her clothes seem clean, well, as clean as an eleven year old will keep them.

"Um," She begins, scratching the back of her left hand, "Is it important to sit in a particular seat?" Miyako's voice is calm, and somewhat sweet as she addresses Ha, nowhere close to being disrespectful, though not formally respectful either. She would be looking at him as though he's just another equal and eyes would meet his, though they don't necessarily portray much emotion. Her visage is dull, though her expression happy, this may lead to some confusion though it may also be a feature that would be easily missed by a complete stranger.

 

[Tatsuo]

Tatsuo barged his way into the classroom, quite the contrast from Miyako's entrance. He was wearing a forest green shirt with a red konoha symbol proudly displayed on the center, he was wearing a simple pair of black shorts. On his face was his typical cheery smile, his obviously broken nose being the only thing taking away from his grin. He walked in with both of his hands behind his head, making no effort to be quiet. "Hello!" he would announce to both Miyako and Ha, both he had never met before. "My name is Tatsuo and i'm ready for the Ninjutsu class!" he would say making his way over to a seat. Tatsuo while, loud, did not mean to come off as disrespectful he seemed to be genuinely kind and excited to be where he was. Even if he was confused on what the class was actually about.

He glanced over to Miyako noticing the new student, before looking over to the intimidating teacher. He furrowed his brows trying to get a glance at what was behind his mask but to no avail. After a few moments of that he turned his attention back to Miyako waving to her. While Tatsuo was not interested in Genjutsu at all, hopefully he would learn something here to diversify his arsenal, at some point in his career as a shinobi he will probably need Genjutsu, even if to prevent himself from being put under Genjutsu. He didn't attend to become a master at Genjutsu, his focus was most definitely ninutsu and taijutsu he wanted to hit hard and look cool mostly.

 

[Nobu]

Fujikawa Jirou stepped into the classroom shortly after Tatsuo, his back straight and his posture rather firm as a warm smile would be seemingly plastered across his face. His training suit made up of various dark colors, his prominent dark black headband sitting firmly around his forehead as always. In his left hand a notebook rested against his side, a few small bags strapped on a belt around his waist just besides it. He’d look towards Ha as he tilts his head slightly in surprise as his eyes inspect him, he’d bow his head lightly in a respectful manner as he turns his gaze towards the two classmates. His gaze lingering on the new face for a moment as he gives a light silent nod to her as well, his eyes wander shortly thereafter to Tatsuo as he walks towards him. Jirou looks rather focused and clearly excited at his first class as he stands next to Tatsuo sitting down beside him. “Hope you don’t mind some company Tatsuo.” He’d lean in his right hand covering the side of his mouth as he whispers to Tatsuo. “Is she a new or old student? Everyone’s a new face to me you know.”

He leans back in his seat shortly after he whispered, Jirou’s notebook resting on the desk's surface his hands placed on each side before opening it up putting a neat small piece of paper in between. He'd seem rather precise in his motion as though it was something he'd done many times before. Jirou breathes out calmly as his focus comes to a stop on Ha waiting patiently to see if anymore classmates were to waltz in or potentially for class to start.

 

[Darasu]

Darasu entered cautiously, his pearl colored eyes looking around at the four heads in the room. He walked in and wiped his hands against his baggy black pants, and gave a gentle bow to everyone as he came into full view. His white eastern style dress shirt was well cleaned and pressed. Blue open toed shoes adorned his feet, in a traditional shinobi style.

" Hello." he said looking around at the room before deciding to take a seat in the second row, a few seats away from the girl who was sitting by herself. The other two boys in the class sat next to one another, and were whispering among each other. Every face in the room was foreign to him, but that was not unusual. He knew very few people in the village, and mostly kept to himself.
The brown sling bag that had been thrown over his shoulder was now put on his desk, as he removed the notepad, pencil and canteen from it leather. He organized these items for a short second before sitting straight and attentively.
The young hyuuga then looked at his teacher, studying the man with the strange mask up and down. The way that his hair was similar to his clothes, gave a feeling of fire off.
He then sat quietly waiting for the days lesson to begin.

 

[Kairyuu]

And so they began to trickle in. Ha sat with his feet up, watching each enter and mentally making notes of them as they did so. First was the girl, waving and smiling. But her eyes didn’t reflect the smile, which spoke more about her than she likely could say. She was dressed like many a young and hopeful kunoichi. At her question, he simply shakes his head and looks behind her as another enters. Where the girl was quiet and cautious with her peeking, this one simply flung himself into the room like he was home. And loud he was, as well as confused. Ninjutsu class, eh? This kid was definitely in the wrong place.

The third one barely seemed to register his presence, offering a perfunctory bow of the head then moving on to his classmates. He seemed, of the three, to be the most rigid one. Either he was used to this, or he was going to be very orderly, Ha assumed. Either way this class should prove interesting to the child. And finally, a Hyuuga child entered. A bow, a hello, and then they were all seated. Ha sits a moment longer to view them each in turn, wondering if he ever had a chance to take it as carefree as these kids seemed to.

The shinobi lifts his legs, bringing them to the floor. As they tap against the wooden surface, he would begin a gentle humming. It was not an unpleasant sound, but the tune seemed rather dire. He turns to the board behind him and begins writing upon it as he issues forth the tune. In large letters he writes “Genjutsu” and underlines it, then draws three vertical lines under it, forming a 4 column graph on the board. At that point, another student runs in. Lavender hair, blue eyes, and sweat pouring off her form.

”I am so sorry sensei I did not mean to be late I just-“ Her words bubble forth in a rapid fire assault of noise that ends as Ha forms a quick seal in her direction. Immediately the girl seems to shrink. Those looking at her from a side angle would see her beginning to flatten. She opens her mouth to scream but only the smallest of noises trickles out before she begins running around the room. Ha lets her run by and grabs her by the scruff of her neck, throwing her out one of the open windows of the class and letting the sound of her hitting the ground outside filter into the room before closing the window.

”Welcome to an intro class to Genjutsu. Before we begin, are there any questions? Not relating to the tardy student.” His voice was deep, and smooth. It was the voice of someone trained to sing, melodic and yet haunting.

 

[Tomomi Chijimatsu]

Miyako grins, this was an instructor that she could get used to working with. Personally, she would have clotheslined the girl, or tripped her... But throwing her out of the window seemed to be a whole new level of cruel, what story were they on anyway? She shakes her head and brings her focus back to the board, her eyes focusing on the word there. This term has been used to describe the abilities of those related to her by blood. The Uchiha, their visual prowess effortlessly allowing shinobi to sink into another realm of their creation. Miyako sighs almost blissfully at the thought of becoming a powerful visual kunoichi.

As Ha asks if there were any questions that the class had, Miyako misses his words, too lost in a daydream of her own to hear his class introduction. Furthermore, her attention does not return to Ha for some time, her gaze scanning over the room and looking over each student in the classroom at this moment. First, she eyes the back Darasu's head, if the class would come to competition for any reason, he'd likely be her pair, being the same category of shinobi.. or so she thinks. Has he awoken his Byakugan? The marking on his head indicates something, though she can not put her finger on it, not having grown up around the Hidden Leaf. The other two, she knows, having spent time around the academy and on the training grounds with Tatsuo. She does not really seem to know where to rank these two, not having seen their full potential yet and hardly knowing their abilities.

 

[Tatsuo]

"Genjutsu?!" Tatsuo sighed, feeling ultimately defeated. His hopes were on a ninjutsu class. Who needed Genjutsu anyway? Either way Tatsuo's face was red from his earlier embarrassment. He needed to be more careful what classes he signed up for. He then turned to face the girl who was swiftly thrown out a window. Instantly regretted joining this class even more. His teacher was insane he'd be lucky to survive this encounter, much less learn anything. If it was just him, he would leave but he considered Jirou and Miyako good friends by now. He wouldn't leave them with this madman. Nodding his head with new found resolve he began to carefully analyze Ha, hoping to avoid any attacks aimed at him! If by some chance he were to survive maybe he would learn something about Genjutsu. While he had no interest in such.. Second handed tactics he preferred to be in the thick of things, not standing behind as his opponent slowly drove himself into insanity. Either way Tatsuo was here now and he probably would face punishment if he tried to leave, so he was here to stay. Maybe he would learn something interesting after all, who knew.

 

[Darasu]

His arms folded against the desk he was sitting at, as he watched the instructor rise from his seat and begin humming a tune. It was soft from a distance, but as the fashionably dressed man walked over towards the board and brought the chalk to it, Darasu could hear its tune in full. Pearl orbs watched carefully as the mineral left white streaks across the chalk board, and then underlined the lone word on the board.
The teacher then underlined it three times, and the young hyuuga shinobi had a small smirk grow across his face.

A loud voice called from behind him, turning to see a red faced girl apologizing in panic and speaking with out any pause for thought. Darasu turned back to his teacher to see the reaction, only to notice a handseal. Sure enough, some psychedelic stuff happened and the girl was thrown out the window by the scruff of her clothing. The teacher then asked for questions, and the room was silent safe for a groan from somewhere behind him. While the hyuuga boy could not see what anyone else in the room was doing, he had a feeling that he could speak freely.

Making a note not to disobey the teacher and ask about the late student, he raised his hand an politely asked a question.
" Are we under a genjutsu now sir? And what is your name Sensei?" His voice was soft and well spoken, each vowel pronounced properly giving a hint of close tutoring in language.

Darasu's mind fell towards the humming sound that the teacher had made. He knew that it was difficult, but possible to cast illusions of the mind on people by sound and sight.

 

[Nobu]

Jirou looked around him slowly his gaze following the girl and the seal of the teacher, it was quite unorthodox for someone to do such a thing. He wasn’t paranoid by nature but something definitely seemed wrong. He had come to class in the first place to learn anything useful to him, he may not be a genjutsu user but to know genjutsu and detect it is a useful skill as well. The manner of which it all happened the throwing of the student, the sounds and way of questions within a question Jirou was uncertain if he was thinking too far or too shallow. Just as it would seem to be his turn to question the hyuuga stood up and did so instead, Jirou was still young and the motion did annoy him slightly. He seemed to calm down shortly after, the words of the student being much the same to the thoughts of Jirou. He had read about Genjutsu before and the procedure of breaking it, however against the teacher such a thing would be meaningless were it truly to be one. He was very weak compared to those whom taught him how to get strong, he was unsure should he question similarly now that Darasu had already said in a more aggressive way what came to his mind. However Jirou decided he was going to align similarly in words to the Hyuuga, were they to be wrong it would answer another question that of certain natures that the teacher held. Which in itself could be just as useful as knowing if they were under Genjutsu or not. “I also wish to ask if we are under Genjutsu sensei?” Just as he’d stood up to ask he’d slowly sit down after he’d spoken his piece, while he awaited a answer he’d seem to be thinking of something else perhaps relevant in the future.

 

[Kairyuu]

Two silent, two correct. Ha’s face remains unchanged as the two guess, correctly, that they were indeed under the effects of a genjutsu already. The girl, the fake jutsu he’d used on her, the defenestration. All of it a complex mechanism to see how open they were. His masked head moves finally to look between the two before turning back to the board. In the first column he lists out several words; Sight, Sound, Touch, Taste, Smell, Willpower. Ha turns once more to face the class and steps aside slightly so they can see the board more clearly.

”As two of you have deduced, yes, your tardy companion was in fact a creation of the mind. While it is not part of the lesson, do take to heart that it is possible for anything at all to cause one to fall into the effects of a mental illusion. A sound, a single finger moving, laying eyes upon you….anything. Now, genjutsu work by altering your opponent’s chakra within their own body. It effects the senses, forcing your mind to believe something which is not true. Using genjutsu, you can create the smell of a fresh baked pie. You can cause a loud noise to be heard. Or, with the correct usage, you can alter your target’s perception of reality to the point that their brain makes what they are seeing real.”

As he speaks, the room begins to fade out around them, leaving the class in an empty, black void. His voice echoes around them, yet remains clear as crystal to their ears. Sonorous, carrying within it a tune. ”Now, who knows how to break a genjutsu?”

 

[Tomomi Chijimatsu]

Miyako inhales deeply as the lesson continues, she should have realized that they were all under a genjutsu, though she was too worried about things that did not necessarily matter, and violent things at that. Slowly, her hand makes contact with her cheek as the room begins to shift and disappear and she simply listens, placing all of her focus on Ha's lesson and these crucial concepts in taking her to the next level as a kunoichi. Yet another part of her life since coming to the Leaf that has changed for the better.

Her hand lifts into the air, her fingers outspreading in hope that her hand would be the first up among her classmates. (d20 roll 16) In the moments before Ha would call out his choice to answer the question, Miyako's mind races, trying to piece together all of the different techniques, that she's barely learned, in her mind.

 

[Tatsuo]

Unlike the rest of his classmates, Tatsuo is visibly troubled by the world changing around him. This would be the first time he was in a Genjutsu and that he knew about it. Too bad he couldn't cancel it, the technique was most likely too powerful. Tatsuo sighed trying to pay attention to the lesson. However with little luck at that as he spent most of the time trying to make sure he was securely in his seat, as falling down into a black void didn't seem like fun. He looked over to this classmates who seemed to almost expect this. Had everyone else been put under a Genjutsu but him? He furrowed his brows even more when he saw the girl dissipated it would seem the whole world was going crazy and that seemed to drive him crazy as well. He scanned the room looking for anything that looked normal, but to no alas, he was in a floating void of classmates, teachers, and desks. The black void began to grow and grow as he found himself feeling even more worried by the eternal void of nothingness. He then decided he would have to figure something out. He thought back to the time when he was training with Shinobu, he told him something about getting out of Genjutsu. What was it? Dispel? Get out of this Jutsu? He couldn't remeber and continued to pick his brain trying to remember what the Chuunin had taught him, maybe with some luck it would be able to get him out of it. He placed his hand under his chin rubbing as he thought his eyes closing as he focused carefully trying to remember. It wasn't too long ago, he remembered the Sink-Hole fist carefully, but the other jutsu was lost on him. He continued to focus, finally remembering the Jutsu. He grinned as he realized maybe he could get out of the Genjutsu and perhaps impress the teacher to letting him go home early!

 

[Darasu]

Darasu smiled internally at being able to assume that they had been placed under a genjutsu, mostly because of the way the late student had seemed so oddly thin when the previous chaos had all began. And while he had been able to determine that they had been under an illusion, that was as far as his attentive observation to details went with these things. He was unable to answer the question of how to dispel these effects, and hoped his classmates could help to educate him further.
Turning around in his seat to take a look at his class mates, his brows raised in surprise at how the environment around them had changed. What had once been wood surroundings with books and cabinets, was now endless black with echoes and darkness.

The girl in the class raised her hand first, and seemed so focused and intent. Darasu hoped that she could answer and help them flee this illusion.

His eyes then went back to the chalk board and read over those first five words again, and tried to deduce what had led them all into this construction of imagination.
The humming of the sensei, the writing on the chalk board or the hand seal? It seemed like any of these could have been the anchor to their submergence within the fiery styled mentor.

 

[Nobu]

Tapping his fingers against his cheek Jirou would seem to be thinking before he gives himself a mental nod, he came here to learn about Genjutsu not to use it but how to break it so hadn't a clue how to do so. He was honestly hoping Miyako knew how to do it but if she weren't it was not something that mattered to him much, he looked to the teacher as he'd wonder what the method was to breaking a Genjutsu. He'd thought about something as a idea came to mind, if a Genjutsu was manipulating someone's chakra, then clearly to break one you must return your chakra to its prior state? Perhaps he was overthinking but it seemed like a logical conclusion, he'd raise his hand for even if he was wrong he wanted to confirm or deny his own suspicions. Jirou thought about many things in his mind purtaining to the environment around him, he was quite curious as to how Genjutsu came to be who was it that first manipulated someone else's chakra?

As much curiousity as he had for the subject, for now he'd simply wait for the teacher and see what were to happen next hoping Miyako had a interesting question or answer.

 

[Kairyuu]

The girl raised her hand, which was cute but not what Ha was looking for. A quick look at the others showed that the others apparently were not sure. Ha nods to the girl to explain, and even as she does he is forming yet more seals. Soon the black void around them would begin creating noises. Skeletal figures begin to rise up from the darkness and surround the group. Were the girl correct in a guess, either with the cancel jutsu or some other method of correction, or waiting for the genjutsu to end, or perhaps being knocked unconscious, he would simply nod and move on.

”The most efficient way is to disrupt your own chakra flow. This is often referred to as a Cancel technique. You could also wait it out, or be rendered unconscious. Tremendous pain can sometimes do the trick, or an overpowering of one of the senses through some means such as smelling salts. Those last two, however, are less effective against powerful users of the technique. Now, there are some skeletons here. I want you all to tell me the best way of getting rid of them.”

The room snaps back into reality with a suddenness bordering on unreal. They were back in their seats, back in class, and the noises of the world began to filter back in. And the group of skeletons began to tighten their circle.

 

[Tomomi Chijimatsu]

Miyako had not learned how to control or disrupt her chakra to any extent, though she would stand up, hurrying to the student closest to her, likely Darasu. As she would reach him, she goes to set a hand on his shoulder, an attempt to share her chakra with his body. She does not know if this will work, since they are both in this genjutsu together and are most likely not their true physical forms.

She would have answered something along the lines of using a particular hand seal to break the genjutsu, though she did not know which or how to use it correctly. Miyako's focus would not be set entirely on the skeletons, knowing that they can not do her any real harm from within the illusion. From this point, she simply hopes that her technique works to get Darasu out of the genjutsu, to get the rest of them out. Teamwork!

 

[Tatsuo]

While Tatsuo had actually not begun to master the Cancel, technique, he had begun to practice it with Shinobu in the warehouse. He quickly made the sign, allowing for chakra to flow into his body in hopes to disrupt the Genjutsu placed upon him. While there was little chance it would actually dispel, as he was new to the techinque and Ha's technique was most likely a powerful one, but it was Tatsuo's best shot. Especially because he was not a fan of skeletons, even if he knew they were just an illusion. He would quickly glance to see his fellow students attempting to figure, or answer Ha's questions. He paid close attention to see if Darasu was outside of the Genjutsu after Miyako's attempt at disrupting his chakra. Tatsuo would hope that the Genjutsu, would quickly dissipate, however he wouldn't have too much faith in that happening as his cancel technique was not an incredibly powerful one and he was sure if Ha wished to keep him under a Genjutsu he could for the rest of Tatsuo's lifetime. Now was to hope he wasn't going full force on him. Tatsuo continued to focus his chakra's, pinpointing the flow around his body hoping to find any of the chakra messing with his perception of the world around him.

Tatsuo began to feel worried that this might not be enough, what if no one could go home until they had finished the technique? If so he would be stuck here for a long time. Thought he realized, he couldn't do that to the other people they were most likely beginning academy students. Tatsuo wasn't sure if this would work, but he would trade all of his candy to get out of here. Tatsuo really disliked class, especially on ones he didn't have much interest in Genjutsu included. Despite his earlier thoughts of perhaps usefulness he began to debate again the uselessness of it, while his enemy could be doing this, he could've already punched a big hole into them. Why trick when you could punch? Would probably be Tatsuo's motto when it came to fighting. Tatsuo closed his eyes slowing his breath and focusing his chakra hopefully to get out of this sinister trap. Despite this, Tatsuo probably wouldn't find much success Ha truly was leagues ahead of Tatsuo and his classmates. Luckily it seemed his classmates had caught on and were trying their own ways to get out of the trap.

 

[Darasu]

Fingers began to twitch in reach for the kunai strapped to his leg, and this time they actually wrapped around its handle and pulled the small blade free. Darasu looked around in curiosity at the rattling bones that began to come alive within this genjutsu, and he listened closely to what his teacher had said about different ways to dispel the techniques of the mind.

As he rose from his seat he noticed the girl he had sat near was now standing by his side, and placed a warming hand on his shoulder in attempts to disrupt his already disturbed chakra. It was possible that this was not her true form, but if this was just an illusion genjutsu and not a space altering one, then the warmth of her hand must have been real. It almost took the young Hyuuga off guard for a moment, because he was not accustomed to having allies in tough situations.

He smiled at her, and gave her a nod "Thank you." he said, wondering if her technique would dispel his illusion. The skeletons did not bother him so much, it was knowing that these techniques were working on him that was irritating.

If her attempt worked and he was free'd of the technique, he would immediately take action as the skeletons fell. Running from student to student while leaping over desks with agile grace, he would use that kunai in his hand to give a tiny sliver of a cut along each classmates arms. He was not sure he had the chakra control necessary as Miyako did, but he could cause a small blinking instance of pain enough to wake each student up. Crude, but effective.

 

[Nobu]

Jirou seemed rather uncertain as to what he should do, he looked to his side noticing Miyako and Darasu busy with their attempts and Tatsuo with his own. He turned his attention to himself shortly after as he'd think deeply on the matter at hand, he'd arguebly thought that perhaps biting his own finger wouldn't be such a bad idea. Jirou however hadn't the time to do so as all of a sudden his arm was cut, it stung with warmth his eyes looking at the small lines of blood running down his arm at a steady pace. He looked around himself his head nearly askew as he wondered if such a technique would effect the Genjutsu at hand. His eyes resting on the teacher and the skeletons moving around the room.