The precious silence that Gattsu yearned would seem be cut short. His expression hardly changed as the students began to arrive in the classroom, however he glanced briefly at his classmates, making mental notes of each one. The first to arrive after him was a petite young girl who if he remembered correctly was part of a set of twins at the academy. He hardly paid attention to her, but from what little he could recall from the young girl, she seemed to have a sibling rivalry relationship with her twin. She like many others at the Academy actively avoided him which he preferred regardless. He barely noticed the second young boy arriving into the classroom. His timid nature and fearful demeanor made him seem extremely weak and pathetic in the cynical young boy’s eyes. If he had any empathy, he would feel sorry for the boy though realistically he just deemed him useless and ignored that boy too. Seemingly on the later end, the last student to arrive was the second of the twins, the girl’s brother. It was almost creepy how alike they look, if the girl had cut her hair to stylize it as her brother’s, they would certainly be indistinguishable. Did that mean that the young girl had masculine qualities or that the boy had feminine qualities? Not that it mattered much, in typical Gattsu fashion he quickly lost interest in his classmates and wondered if anymore would arrive.
Noticing his instructor smiling at him, he shifted his gaze out of the window, failing to reciprocate the gesture. Something about her felt off to him though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He quietly listened to the instructor upon realization that she quickly deduced the girl as a tad bit stiff. He paid attention to the instructor without gazing at her, paying attention to her as she seemingly calculated each of her student’s personalities and seemingly was already evaluating each one of them. He realized what felt off, she seemed nice and genuine to the point he seemingly almost mistaken her as weak, but as she kept speaking he realizing that she was far more calculating and seemingly far more intelligent than she let herself be portrayed as. People such as her were difficult for Gattsu to handle, he felt it was a constant challenge of wits and they could be cunning if required to be, psychologically calculating to the point of manipulation, or at least that was his impression. He couldn’t explain why, but an instinct emerged telling him not to underestimate this seemingly sweet woman.
Class was starting. He was seemingly the eldest child there. It stuck him like a lightning bolt,
“Taijutsu 101”. This was a beginner class seemingly for first timers. Unfortunately, despite his Taijutsu experience with swordsmanship, he lacked the credit as he was enrolled fairly late at thirteen years old. A small sigh escaped him though he realized he could probably have his style better refined for better movement and less wasted energy. Recently during his sword practice, he felt that his muscles tensed at inappropriate times. Such tension was decreasing his mobility and milliseconds of speed. He had been having difficulty with changing his rigid stance to accommodate such movements. Perhaps despite being a 101 class, the instructor would be skilled enough to help him correct his stance and allow that movement to be adjusted properly he thought.
He listened half-heartedly to the instructor’s explanation. Her eyes seemed to track one student in particular when enforcing her statement on aid. He narrowed his eyes slightly, she was most definitely calculating woman, despite her seemingly small statute. Actually, he just realized his five foot five frame nearly reached her. He had every intention of keeping to himself and not drawing attention to himself he thought, definitely don’t need someone like this involved in my affairs.
As the papers were passed out, the instructor whispered to him with a seemingly playful expression.
“Tch”</B><i></i> he thought, already stood out. There went Plan A apparently, up in flames and into the trash bin. Though skilled at swordsmanship, he wasn’t the best with social interaction. He wasn’t attempting to be mean per se, he simply lacked emotional connections and seemingly failed to grasp social norms that a more civilized student would comprehend. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, realizing he just let her know he didn’t like the extra attention.
“Tch” he seemingly repeated, he just gave her the edge, as if this was a mental battle between cat and mouse.
He looked around the class at the other students. Was he the only one with actual combat experience? He had a hard time believing these seemingly normal kids had ever taken a life. His eyes seemingly went blank as he seemingly remembered the blood on his hands.
“Killer” he heard a voice whisper silently. He sighed ignoring the voice again.
“Bathe in their blood” he heard it whisper again,
“Shut up” he seemed to quietly tell himself. He was seemingly going mad lately, he simply blamed it on his lack of sleep and looked down at the questionnaire.
Questionnaire Answers said:
1) Do you have a weapon with you? Yes
If Yes, what?
Claymore Long Sword
2) Is there a fighting style you are interested in? Yes
If Yes, what?
Slashing – Physical
If No, proceed to question 3.
3) If you do not have a weapon, are there any tools you have used in your everyday life? Yes
If Yes, what?
Throwing Knives
He carefully placed the piece of paper down. It would likely go unnoticed by most, but he carefully placed it on the upper left corner of the desk, perfectly an inch from each side of the desk. He seemed to have been developing an obsessive attention to detail, he felt that every shinobi should be trained to notice subtle details, that it would perhaps change their outlook and allow them to notice traps easier and possibly save their lives one day. Despite his gruff exterior, Gattsu was a boy of extreme focus and dedication. He pushed himself far harder than most, his bloodied and bruised hands that hid under bandages hid that fact very well. He believed in training his body, mind and spirit as if it was his sword. A dull edge was a broken edge, it was important to him to sharpen his skills and tactics. Though seemingly lacking motivation, he felt discipline was far more important.
“Dammit” he thought as he watched the instructor, he could hardly follow the blade strike her clone. In reality he barely kept up the blur of her blade. She was incredibly skilled, he marveled at the sheer skill she possessed. He wondered if any of his other classmates followed the blade as he himself could hardly be considered following it. The second blow was noticeable slower though had more penetrative power. A perfect example of accuracy versus power. Her body was better suited for small accurate pinpoint precision he thought to himself, but she seemed to still have mastery over the heavier objects as well, he wondered what her natural fighting style was. Had he been the one she struck, he would still be processing and dead on the floor, that thought disturbed him. He had a long way to go.
Participation? He had to speak? How pathetic, he wasn’t so much shy as he was more annoyed and uncomfortable with being the center of attention in anything. He couldn’t afford to fail however as despite the massive lack of experience, he at least understood the fundamentals of the lesson.
<B> “Theoretically, assuming you are fighting an opponent of equal skill, build, and power, speed and accuracy would be a colossal advantage. However, that is not always the case. Accuracy has the advantage of being able to hit vital areas, causing tremendous damage to the target. However, it’s more important to equate accuracy with speed accuracy as one could be accurate though slow. In your example you showed quick accuracy while maintaining velocity and were able to pinpoint the damage location. However, depending on the situation it would take longer against a physically dominant opponent. Power allows more penetrative abilities, inflicting severe damage at the expense of having slightly less accuracy in terms of hitting the precise area such as small nerves or small vital areas. However, against a particularly defensive opponent, experience dictates that power could break through their defenses far more effectively than weaker accurate strikes would. It’s important to understand your physique, habits, and general style while also adapting to the differences between yourself and your opponent. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages” he stated calmly, albeit with boredom as he continued looking out the window, not once making eye contact with anyone in the room. It obviously showed that he wasn’t shy so much as hated socializing, he felt comfortable in the subject of Taijutsu though he was looking forward to hearing the instructors explanation as he knew his rudimentary explanation would eventually be expanded, possibly corrected with more expertise, and that he would learn more. He always had respect for powerful opponents, such he figured he should respect his instructor at this time.
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The hallways were crowded with students once again, bumping into each other, gossiping about the latest trends and what they deemed important. Gattsu stood taller than most of them, rather tall for a boy his age at five foot five already. Most of the students avoided or ignored interacting with the new kid, though being thirteen years of age and just entering the academy would put him in a different social bracket altogether. However, Gattsu wasn’t the most social of the students, living most of his life in isolation and concentrating on his shinobi skills as well as studying as there was much he did not know. In his left hand was a sheet of paper, a copy of the sheet that 
