Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160328232725/@comment-24937485-20160328232837

In the dead of night he stood amidst the 7th Konoha training field. A large field of green inhabited by bamboo trees and small bushes that made a sporadic appearance. In front of him appeared an identical clone after he wove the necessary handseals and both he and his copy displayed the ruthless appearance of Sharingan, with two tomoe, in their eyes. He had to practice this late in order to avoid blowing his cover. –So close.- as the reason he came to Konoha was to perform an act of blood that was to take place tomorrow. All the cards were in place, his back-up installed, and all that awaited was for the night to pass. But being the efficient shinobi that he was Kei couldn’t just sit home and sleep so instead he had gone out to work on a new technique; a genjutsu that required no eye contact. Unlike normal he wore no robe tonight but instead a short black sleeveless tunic so that one could see the snake-like tattoos on his arms. He also wore regular flak pants and shinobi boots, both black, which made him quite hard to see at night. –Now.- Acting as one, Kei and his clone jumped up in the air but then Kei kicked off the shadowclone which was then dispersed as he grabbed the neck of a sparrow that flew overhead and then fell back down gracefully; his landing barely producing a sound. The winged creature was struggling in his hands but the boy held a firm grip as he placed it on the ground. He closed his eyes for a moment and sat in deep concentration as he transmitted a wave of chakra to infiltrate the nervous system of the bird. Then he let go of the sparrow that struggled and squeaked as it slowly crawled forward as if pressed down by heavy gravity. –Not good enough.- The genin opened his eyes and focused the sharingan on the back of the small bird which then came to a full stop. Within the genjutsu the bird was penetrated by a single spike but in reality it just stood still, paralyzed, as if made a statue. Then, with a quick snap, Kei broke the creature’s neck for a swift death as he had done what he had too. Now the trick would be learning to use it on more complicated brains and stronger individuals. The sharingan deactivated as he turned around, his low ponytail sweeping behind him, and looked at where a sand path led into the training area. –Perhaps someone will come.-





: After the events a few days previous, Yasu was home alone almost constantly. The fact her sensei had stepped in and put her mother under a genjutsu was so…intriguing to her. The child couldn’t comprehend exactly what those eyes did…But Takuza gave her the slightest hint, which made her see things differently. Those eyes were rather powerful, it was bizarre to the child how they worked. It interested her to no end. She had the want to understand them fully, no matter how. Though she wouldn’t gamble her life to learn. The child was going on a jog, her mind overthinking the eyes. Granted it was late in the evening, the child was rather restless…Her mind was hungry. Take it as you will, but the child eventually found herself at the 7th training field. As she approached she saw a familiar figure, one that she’d realized to be Kei. Rather quickly she child dashed into cover, observing him. Granted it was dark, she recognized his figure. ‘What are you up to so late at night…?’ she pondered as her eyes squinted to see clearer. First the boy created the shadow clone, then her proceeded to grab a bird from the sky. The events that occurred after shocked the child, enough that she had a pained expression under her mask…Then came the sound of the creatures neck being broken. The sound caused chills to run down her spine. As the figure turned around, Yasu was fairly certain he had been looking at her.(Though that wasn’t the case.) Slowly, the child stood up and walked around the tree. Her body leaned against it as she stared at the male, her eyes observing him carefully. “Why are you out so late?” she asked, her voice just audiable enough to hear through the whispering wind. The child wouldn’t move from her spot, she just waitied. After their past encounters she knew better then to approach him so willy nilly, infact the boy had an air to him…one that scared Yasu, though she wouldn’t show it. She seemed rather calm, her heart racing slightly. Her bandaged hands grabbed her hood and pulled it off, upon her face was a faint bruise from the days before. After everything that occurred the child seemed rather indifferent about the marks on her body. Nurses had seen them, her sensei as well. However, in the dim light it would be rather difficult for the other boy to see them unless he was closer. “If you are training, would you like to practice?” she murmured as she finally began to approach him, her hands in her pockets. Yasu saw the boy as a rival, someone she hoped to one day overcome. Her learning more about the sharingan through combat would be dangerous, but it would also prove to be useful…Yasu had believed through it, she’d learn how to counter it.



Her first question passed unanswered as she came out of the shadows without him having noticed her beforehand. She was stealthy, a style which he preferred to full out combat as it spoke of intelligence but at the same time she was hiding herself with a hood, hiding something, whether emotional or physical, which decreased her values just as much as her silent approach had increased said values; in Kei’s perspective. The only reason he did not simply continue to ignore her was that she had most likely seen him earlier when his eyes were consumed by the haunting crimson of sharingan. And, as luck would have it, she’d solve the issue of how he was going to deal with that. A simple nod of the head as offered in reply to whether he wanted to practice or not, after all, what kind of shinobi wouldn’t? He looked at her with his normal black eyes that carried a hidden sense of melancholy as he bore no further expression upon his visage. His arms were slender as was the rest of his build but what muscles he did have were hardened. But that didn’t impede his taijutsu which instead worked off agility and motion as displayed when he ran at her with open palms. He was fast; upper-body low to the ground, as his gaze remained on hers and ready react as the velocity of his run drove the bangs back from his face to show its flawless form to her for the first time since they had met. But she’d be left with little time to admire the angelic features of the emotionless boy as his hues turned red and spun around upon the surface of white before coming to a sharp halt; displaying two tomoe. By now he could ignore the banshee-like cry of anguish that rang through his mind, each time the eyes were activated. And his sight had improved since he had first awoken the Sharingan. Now it was time to put his eyes to the test. Coming in range within seconds of his fast sprint, Kei leaped up just a ft or two and came down hard on a diagonal line directly leading into her; aiming to smash his fist down against her forehead with the full motion of his run and jump behind the punch.





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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">Soon as Kei had nodded, Yasu got into a fighting stance, the child prepared for combat. As he charged at her she briefly glanced over his features, then came those eyes…The Sharigan. ‘Already?’ she questioned internally. As the male closed in Yasu held the ram hand symbol to her chest to disappear from his sight, only to reappear, with a kunai in hand, a sheet of paper hung upon the end of the ninja tool. The girl concentrated chakra to her feet and attempted a powerful kick to his spine. Her hand grasped the kunai tightly as a hardened expression rested on her face. No sounds left Yasu’s lips, no…not this time. The child had trained hard, learned a lot…Though she wasn’t on his level, she could still very well issue a challenge. He was her rival, and she’d keep fighting until she beat him. Even if it took years, the child wanted to be seen as an equal. Yasu’s other hand kept in the ram symbol and just as she was about to make contact she’d vanish once more. The young Hatake appeared twenty feet from Kei, her arm whipping the kunai at him, the target area would be near his feet. As it soared through the air the tag began burning. Once it landed the boy would only have a second to react before it exploded and caused a crater to appear in the earth. ‘He’s going to try to catch me off-guard…’ Hopefully with the explosion it would catch his attention. ‘His sharingan can see chakra signals…so being stealthy isn’t an option. I need to attack head on.’ The child’s eyes scanned the area as she pulled another kunai from her pouch. Yasu remained silent, observant as she waited for Kei to appear. The information about the eyes seeing chakra symbols had been provided from her sensei. He had also added how the sharingan was able to induce would into a genjutsu just by making eye contact. As well as it reading moves. Granted Yasu didn’t know how good Kei was with his eyes, she assumed he was very skilled with them. The young child would attempted to avoid eye contact from this point on, instead she’d focus on his chin to lower body. As for physical assaults, she needed to stay on her toes and make it so he didn’t know what was to happen. Yasu needed to be crafty with her movements, which is something she was gradually learning. This spar would teach her more regardless if she won or not, but the child was still going to do her best.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">She made the ram seal just as in their last encounter, using the body flicker before his fist could land. What he seemingly didn’t expect, however, was for her to re-appear behind him at surprising speed with a kick coming down at his spine that slammed his body into the ground. And then she was gone again, moving away to his side before throwing an explosive kunai at him/ His eyes widened in surprise as he aimed to crawl up to his feet but then ‘BOOM!’ the paper tag erupted and blasted into his form while engulfing him in a black smoke that took a while to dissipate; showing his body on the ground, heavily blackened and bleeding with his right arm partially missing. He got up to his knees with a surprising amount of effort and looked up at her with a chaotic smile of blood painted onto his face. Then all went black around her. A perfect silence, at least until a thousand eyes had opened in the darkness to surround her with the sharingan while a painful screech cried throughout the nightmarish illusion. But since when? In the real world Kei only needed that single brief moment where she glanced over his sharingan, as his eyes were already on hers, and his genjutsu came into effect before her hands could even make the ram seal. Only where she had completely beaten him in the illusion, he was perfectly intact in the real world as he merely continued to run forward while she used the body flicker, tracing her movements around him, to a certain extent, with the sharingan to be sure that the road ahead was clear. Because of this she had kicked mere air, while in the illusion she actually felt the kick land, and then used another bodyflicker before throwing an explosive tag and kunai at nothing but empty ground before the nightmare took over and she’d realize that something out of the ordinary was going on. Everything up till then would’ve played out like a plan well done within the confines of her mind while he had been deceiving her from the first seconds of their fight. As for Kei’s own actions, he turned around to observe her after having dodged her initial kick and watched as she fought under the influence of his genjutsu before she’d come to stand still and the hellish imagery of surrounding sharingan would fill her mind. He then, from a 10 yard distance or so, focused his mind on her while closing his eyes in focus. It hurt him, concentrating his ocular powers like this, and a burning sensation spread out behind the back of his eyelids. Using the new jutsu he had been practicing he aimed to bolster the genjutsu currently gripping her by infiltrating her nervous system which was already under his influence; doing so through a transmitted wave of chakra that travelled near instantly and invisibly. If successful she’d find a paralyzing spike sticking through her chest within the illusion already in place however rather than being fully paralyzed she’d only find a resistance of unseen force trying to fight back against her movements; especially in her torso. “ <span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;background:rgb(242,242,242);">Magen: Kasegui no Jutsu”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">At the sight of the male, Yasu’s eyes widened slightly, her breathing heavy. ‘No this isn’t…’ she backed up, her heart pounding heavily. Then everything went black as a mass of eyes surrounded her. Yasu’s body began to tremble as she turned in place, staring at them. ‘This isn’t right.’ The young Hatake continued to glare at the eyes. ‘Is this..the power of the sharingan?’ she questioned as she reached for her ninpouch she’d find herself rather immobile, a spike piercing through her chest. The sudden sight caused an harsh amount of pain to filter into her mind, it was the illusion of pain that caused her to scream out. The sanity began to diminish from the child as she began to panic. As time went on the child began coughing feverishly as she looked down at the object. In this illusionary world, blood poured out of her mouth onto the spike. ‘Is..is this h-‘ she paused, her eyes closing tight. ‘No.No. this isn’t real, no matter how painful and terrifying it is. I-Its an illusion, it has to be.’ She reminded herself as she began to attempt to slow her breathing and heartbeat. Slowly, the onyx eyes opened as she had begun to calm herself. The sight itself was still intimidating. Her eyes looked to her hand, all her effort going into attempting to force it to move, however to no avail. She wasn’t able to move at all. In the physical world one could begin to cough, the rest of her body unmoving.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">“This is not an illusion. This is your new reality. A jutsu through which I reshape the very world you roam through. This is your eternal damnation. Now… suffer.” His voice would echo through her mind as she tried to force her hand to move, which it did, after a few moments, although little by little. She’d then see him standing before her, watching her with those cold red eyes as he drew his chokuto from its sheathe and held the tip out in front of her throat. “Vermin… I will rid this earth of your presence.” And with that he’d press the steel against her skin, warm to the touch, before aiming to ram it straight through her neck in a merciless thrust that left her feeling like dying, if only for an instant, before it’d end the genjutsu but in turn most likely left her falling down unconscious. Before she could hit the ground though, her falling body would be stopped in mid-air as Kei attempted to grab the back of her shirt and pull her back up to her feet; requiring both his hands and full strength even with how light she was, showing he wasn’t particularly physically strong. If she was still unconscious  he’d lay her down onto her back and sighed while thinking back about Kinshi and what she said to him about friendship; the deal he was forced to make in return for her help with his revenge. “After tonight… after I did what I must do… I can finally see you for the first time, Yasu. But for now my heart and soul must remain in the pandora’s box that is my empty body.”. if she still hadn’t woken up he’d close his eyes and slowly arose before walking off and leaving the training area.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">The voice caused the child’s eyes to water, tears falling free as she believed his words. The words shook the young Hatake to her core, causing a fierce chill to travel through her frail malnourished body. As the weapon was held to her throat she stared at him, fear deep in her onyx gaze. As the blade was thrusted through her neck she felt everything, the feeling causing a harsh scream to leave her lips as her physical body toppled forwards. She was now unconscious. The male grabbed her by the back of her shirt and spoke those words to her the young child heard nothing. The mental torment left her in a deep slumber, her body not capable of stirring. As she laid there motionless, a dream came into frutation. The world around her was black, a laminated path stretching out before her. As she took careful steps her eyes glanced down at her own feet, which had been rather small. ‘What is this..’ she pondered as she continued to move through the path towards a doorway. As she opened it a memory played out in front of her. “Daddy! Look I’m just like you!” shouted a small child, her hands stretched out into the air. A taller figure turned around, looking down at the small girl. The male had been wearing a mask, his white hair spikey and unkempt. His eyes closed as he knelt down before, he began to pat the young child’s mess of white locks. “Yes you are sweetie.” He murmured, chuckling ever so slightly as he sat on the ground before her. “You look like a real shinobi!” he exclaimed as he leaned back. “Yeah! We are gonna be learning taijutsu in school soon.” She stated, her eyes wide in excitement. “Is that so?” he questioned as he opened his arms for her. Without question the child ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. “It is!” she added, her head nodding. In the distance, Kazu stood there, a light smile on her face. The woman looked rather different and peaceful. “I’m sure you will do great Yasu. Your mother and I both know it.” He added as he held her tight against his chest. The child in turn held him back, smiling brightly under her own badly forged facial mask. She ruined a shirt of hers for it, but Shijo still found it adorable. “I love you Yasu.” He murmured, kissing her forehead. “I love you too papa” she responded. The real Yasu’s eyes began to water as she fell to her knees. ‘Father…please come home…I miss you so much.’ Her hands grabbed her face as she began to sob, the memory infront of her fading from sight. Soon the girl began to stir from her slumber, and she’d sit up. “My head…” she murmured as a headache surfaced.