Running blindly after the new kid hadn't seemed like a very smart maneuver, even in the midst of his anger. Yet, here he was, chasing after the brat as a means to escape his teachers constant belittling. What use would it serve if his anger managed to only lead him into a trap set by the other team? His inward feelings of depression were the only answer he needed. There was little doubt that he was the weakest among even the students of the class, his sacrifice would no doubt serve the greater good of his team more than anything he could attempt to do with futility.
If there was anything to be gained, at least there was a greater degree of insight into his own habits. He recognized that perhaps the teacher was goading him on purpose, trying to make him react the way he had. With that, he began to feel a rage of an entirely different color. Rage at himself, for having fallen into such an obvious social trap. His pride had allowed another to control him and like a fool he had followed his anger straight into enemy territory. It must have been luck, for certain, it wasn't skill, that prevented him from stumbling blindly into the kunai trap laid before him...
The sound of rustling branches from above alerted him the presence of a threat that already had a height advantage on him. It was the sudden realization that caused him to stop and ascertain his surroundings. The glint of metal in the grass belayed the slight waver of paper as it jostled against itself in a slight breeze. Looking up towards the canopy, he spotted her. Almost invisible against the shadows of the leaves above, he saw her staring down at him with her fingers curled into hand signs almost identical to the ones he was already forming.
He had planned to try and slow down anyone he would encounter with a genjutsu that targeted their will to continue. If he could even do this much, he might be able to alert the rest of his team to the position of a target and overwhelm them with numbers. Rolling his fingers together, he tried with all his might to form the seals faster than he saw her doing. He didn't know what nefarious jutsu she would have up her sleeve, but he didn't much care to find out if he could. His eyes grew wide as he felt the effects of his jutsu pierce the air...
At the same time, he could tell that they weren't alone. The sound of someone far larger than himself seemed to be emanating from somewhere behind him. The only person that came to mind was his teacher, someone of stature enough to make noises comparable to those he was hearing... Of course, such a learned shinobi would not make such cardinal errors as these. It was his confusion which caused him to turn his head and look, giving his opponent the advantage by turning his attention away like the weakling he was.
It was then that his head was wracked with pain. Bringing a palm up to his right eye, he clutched at his face as he felt like a blade had pierced his skull and was trying to dig its way out. Had he been the target of a genjutsu by the other girl? The pain was too much to concentrate on this line of thought, for all he knew he could well have been stabbed. Gripping his head harder, now with both hands, he looked up at the sound of the disturbance he had decidedly been facing moments before. Unlike his previous train of thought, it almost seemed like he was wrong.
There before him stood what seemed like a ghost. The man had skin of an alabaster tint, with eyes as red as fire that surrounded a golden iris. He wore a white and blue outfit that seemed more befitting of an admiral on the sea than it did a student in a forest. He stood out like a sore thumb as he rounded about a tree and appeared as real as day. Yeong's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the man before him, stumbling backward and falling on to his backside. "No... you can't be here... you can't..."
The man in front of him glanced around himself, as though examining his surroundings for the first time. "This place seem's... quaint." He had paused on the final word, letting it pass over his lips with a near insidious smile. Looking up at the girl crouching in the tree, he smirked at her as well. It was only then did Yeong see that she appeared to be frozen in time, her hand signs unmoving as she intently stared at her opponent that even now remained helpless on the ground.
"No, it would be far too soon for me to be here, I think." He regarded the boy on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. Kicking a single leg back against the bark of a tree, he leaned against it like a middle aged man trying too hard to look cool. "I imagine, based on your reaction, that you recognize me?" Yeong almost shook with visible fear as he clutched his face even harder, wracked with sudden pain at each of the man's words.
"Grandmother, she told me you went by the name Grace." He barely shivered out a response, rocking himself back and forth as though his only natural response to this scenario was to form himself into the fetal position. "Ah, the old bat... I suppose she's told you a great number of things about me then." The man gazed up past the girl in the trees and towards the sky beyond the leaf cover above them. "Not at all enough, I assure you." Kicking himself off from the tree, he made his way lazily towards the collapsed Yeong.
"Let me tell you something she may not have told you about, son." Slipping his hands into his pockets on either side of his admiral style coat, he bent at the waist and nearly pushed his face down into the boys. It was all Yeong could do not to scream out loud as the pain intensified with each passing second. His eyes felt wet, as though he had been crying the entire time. "She told me enough!" The shout was some relief to his pain, the only logical response he could feel to being forced to encounter his father. "She told me how you killed my mother!"
Pulling his hand back out from his pocket, he never stopped grinning as he reached out as if to cup his sons face. Instead, he reached back and gave the boy a hard slap instead. It elicited no further reaction from Yeong, the situation was shocking enough as it was. Being slapped added no more pain, nor shock, to what was already an insurmountable ordeal. "It's not polite to talk badly of your elders, clearly she's not raising you well enough. Remind me to have words with the crone next time I see her." Yeong had nothing to say to this, the fear that froze him was enough to stop him from coming to his Grandmothers defense.
Grace choose to take the silence to look up at Katawa, his eyes shifting to narrow on her. "I guess she's the one I have to thank. I've been sealed away in here, waiting for someone to finally jostle that weak mind of yours and let me loose." Digging his nails into his scalp, Yeong tried his best to resist the intolerable pain that wracked him by focusing on a new source that he could at least control. "We will have to work on that, by the way. No son of mine is going to be as worthless as you are." Turning his attention back to the ground, Grace made a tsk sound as he regarded the boy. "No doubt a result of her coddling, at least I put a stop to that..."
"Shut..." Yeong barely muttered as the heel of his palms ground into his burning eyes, it felt like a thousand grains of sand had been poured over them and wouldn't wash away. "What?" Grace's reply was given with something of a sarcastic hand gesture, cupping his own ear to hear better. "Shut..." Yeong repeated again, trying to muster the strength to speak through the pain and the shock. "I'm sorry, one more time if you would, sport..."
"SHUT UP!" Yeong screamed, his hands falling away from his face to reveal a bloody and horrid mess that fell down past his cheeks. His eyes had gone from their normal golden hue to a ring of red and black with a single line crossed through them. Hearing his voice echo around them in the silence, Yeong stared up at his murderous father with nothing but a seething anger welling up inside. For his part, Grace merely gazed down at his son with a smile before standing back up to full height.
"Good, very good..." Grace responded, noticeably fading from view. It was hard to tell if it were him melding back into the shadows from which he surely had come, or if the blood pooling in Yeongs eyes were obstructing his vision. What was clear, was that whoever had appeared before him had suddenly vanished. His eyes remained in their tortured form for a moment longer before turning back into their golden hue, but by that time he was already unconscious on the ground. A helpless target for his adversary, that would have seen him simply collapse to the ground and scream before passing out.