Sitting back against his wooden desk-chair, both feet propped up atop his classroom desk. He was comfortable, after-all it's the first time things were quiet for him in a long-while. He wasn't entirely sure why he was tasked with so many students in such a short period of time. And all were denoted for specialized training, conditioning and preparation for their skill-sets, it was exhausting.
So here he was, sitting in a dimly lit classroom. The dust had started to pile up while he wasn't proctoring full classrooms of students in the past while, the night was high; moon-light casting through a upper-window down, providing poor. But strangely comforting light to a book he had decided to take up reading. It read 'Clockwork Angels' a challenging book in its own right out of simple challenging vocabulary, even for someone who was well-practiced in their language. It coveted the motions of everyone in society to act strictly under an exact rule and method, the people were 'happy' in the sense that everything they did was to improve the live of the greater whole, but nothing was very alive; each and everyone had a specific role and did only that.
Ultimately, over the course of the past few months of his strict instruction under the pretense of calmness and welcoming. Drew some intrigue to the man to the theme of the book, in-fact- He wasn't entirely sure if such texts were appropriate in a society like Kumogakure, but as he knew. Not many people visited him unless they needed something, now that things have calmed; he figured as such, he would have plenty of quiet time to read away.
Sometime during his reading session. One of the organizers of the Academy knocked twice on his door and slid it open; greeting him with a simple bow and begun speaking in a business voice "Excuse me Shieo-san, There has been a submitted reque- Sorry am I intruding on a break?" She looked a bit concerned. Given his dour-look, those who weren't terribly familiar with him may have mistaken it for an angry response out of simple expression. He had quietly bookmarked his place and put the book on the desk, with his feet still up, "Nope, you can continue."
Acknowledging it with a nod, she proceeded "There has been a request to have you instruct a new-Genin in Genjutsu defense. We believe you have had her as a student in the past; her name is Hikaru, Siu"
A silent pause filled the room, until he let out a strained sigh. "Yeah-- Uh sure, tell her she can come by this morning. Gives her about ten hours till then." The organizer bowed again and took off in a brisk walk to make sure the correspondence was made.
Meanwhile, Shieo prepared by reading his book again. Figuring he'd just stay where he was until then, have some coffee before the lesson and sleep afterwards.
When the time came for Siu to arrive, Shieo would have prepared a seat on the other side of his desk. Drew the blinds over the windows and kept the lights off in the room, all that illuminated the space was just the diminished light that cast through the blinds themselves. For this lesson, he didn't need much; except for her and himself, the beauty of Genjutsu- Or perhaps the strength of such. It didn't require anything really, two minds.
When she opened the door, it'd let the light in of the hallway. Met with a gentle motion of one of his hands waving her in. "Come come, close the door and have a seat." Indicating to the seat across from his desk with his hand. Upon her having a seat, he leaned forwards just barely over the desk. Enough where he could rest his elbows atop and interlock his hands together near his face. Observing her for a moment, "Guess it'd be a bit soon to ask how being Genin has been. But it seems you want Genjutsu defense training. I can assist; but it'll be challenging, it is for anyone really." Clearing his throat afterwards, he sat back into his chair, letting his arms cross over his chest. And rest his right ankle over the left leg's knee; giving off an aura of calmness. "So you're aware of what's to come. I will introduce you into what a Genjutsu can entail. And in some senses, a type of Genjutsu you can't simply break free of. Afterwards, I will disclose a means to disrupt simple rudimentary Genjutsu and condition you through that."
Releasing his arms from a crossed-form, he patted both of his thighs and left his hands resting there. "When you're read-" As soon as he was about to finish, she felt a cold-deathly chill run down her spine. Like her blood began to run ice cold, a sense of unending death, despair and an unreal sense of sorrow washed over it. As if the world had been crushed, her body frozen and life had been stolen from her. Her vision of Shieo had begun to wash out into a coalescing darkness; her sound perception had deafened. Once everything washed black, she slowly regained the feeling of her body; it was still freezing, and felt like her entire body had been stirred asleep, like a static feeling running through every nerve. That unyielding sense of dread didn't pass though, in-fact... It felt like it was behind her, if she turned--
What Do You Fear Most, Young Siu?
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So here he was, sitting in a dimly lit classroom. The dust had started to pile up while he wasn't proctoring full classrooms of students in the past while, the night was high; moon-light casting through a upper-window down, providing poor. But strangely comforting light to a book he had decided to take up reading. It read 'Clockwork Angels' a challenging book in its own right out of simple challenging vocabulary, even for someone who was well-practiced in their language. It coveted the motions of everyone in society to act strictly under an exact rule and method, the people were 'happy' in the sense that everything they did was to improve the live of the greater whole, but nothing was very alive; each and everyone had a specific role and did only that.
Ultimately, over the course of the past few months of his strict instruction under the pretense of calmness and welcoming. Drew some intrigue to the man to the theme of the book, in-fact- He wasn't entirely sure if such texts were appropriate in a society like Kumogakure, but as he knew. Not many people visited him unless they needed something, now that things have calmed; he figured as such, he would have plenty of quiet time to read away.
Sometime during his reading session. One of the organizers of the Academy knocked twice on his door and slid it open; greeting him with a simple bow and begun speaking in a business voice "Excuse me Shieo-san, There has been a submitted reque- Sorry am I intruding on a break?" She looked a bit concerned. Given his dour-look, those who weren't terribly familiar with him may have mistaken it for an angry response out of simple expression. He had quietly bookmarked his place and put the book on the desk, with his feet still up, "Nope, you can continue."
Acknowledging it with a nod, she proceeded "There has been a request to have you instruct a new-Genin in Genjutsu defense. We believe you have had her as a student in the past; her name is Hikaru, Siu"
A silent pause filled the room, until he let out a strained sigh. "Yeah-- Uh sure, tell her she can come by this morning. Gives her about ten hours till then." The organizer bowed again and took off in a brisk walk to make sure the correspondence was made.
Meanwhile, Shieo prepared by reading his book again. Figuring he'd just stay where he was until then, have some coffee before the lesson and sleep afterwards.
When the time came for Siu to arrive, Shieo would have prepared a seat on the other side of his desk. Drew the blinds over the windows and kept the lights off in the room, all that illuminated the space was just the diminished light that cast through the blinds themselves. For this lesson, he didn't need much; except for her and himself, the beauty of Genjutsu- Or perhaps the strength of such. It didn't require anything really, two minds.
When she opened the door, it'd let the light in of the hallway. Met with a gentle motion of one of his hands waving her in. "Come come, close the door and have a seat." Indicating to the seat across from his desk with his hand. Upon her having a seat, he leaned forwards just barely over the desk. Enough where he could rest his elbows atop and interlock his hands together near his face. Observing her for a moment, "Guess it'd be a bit soon to ask how being Genin has been. But it seems you want Genjutsu defense training. I can assist; but it'll be challenging, it is for anyone really." Clearing his throat afterwards, he sat back into his chair, letting his arms cross over his chest. And rest his right ankle over the left leg's knee; giving off an aura of calmness. "So you're aware of what's to come. I will introduce you into what a Genjutsu can entail. And in some senses, a type of Genjutsu you can't simply break free of. Afterwards, I will disclose a means to disrupt simple rudimentary Genjutsu and condition you through that."
Releasing his arms from a crossed-form, he patted both of his thighs and left his hands resting there. "When you're read-" As soon as he was about to finish, she felt a cold-deathly chill run down her spine. Like her blood began to run ice cold, a sense of unending death, despair and an unreal sense of sorrow washed over it. As if the world had been crushed, her body frozen and life had been stolen from her. Her vision of Shieo had begun to wash out into a coalescing darkness; her sound perception had deafened. Once everything washed black, she slowly regained the feeling of her body; it was still freezing, and felt like her entire body had been stirred asleep, like a static feeling running through every nerve. That unyielding sense of dread didn't pass though, in-fact... It felt like it was behind her, if she turned--
What Do You Fear Most, Young Siu?
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