[Oborozuki, Huhara]

Huhara had planned several days worth of lessons during his academy classes rotation at the shadow village. Some of the children had found the arduous journey difficult, something they have to quickly get use to if they wanted to officially become shinobi. He looked over the class as they finally arrived, counting each one to make sure none were missing. 

"Shit" Huhara thought, his mouth tracing the sound. He stiffled his vocal cords, preventing the word becoming audible. The teacher wasn't about to spit out foul language in front the children. He looked over the class again to be sure he indeed hadn't missed one. "Class. Where is Nageku?" Huhara said with a fake unconcerned tone. 

As the class comprehended their sensei's question, they looked around to each other and begun muttering to themselves. Some shrugged, others shook their head. It  quickly became apparent to Huhara that no one knew the answer. Even the teachers aid that accompanied them for some protection during the journey had no clue. 

Huhara scoffed, exclaiming to the class his intention to find and punish the missing boy. He nodded to his aid, and told them to take the students into the mockery of Takigakure. Watching as the students approach the gate, Huhara hurried off in the other direction in search of Nageku.

Sprinting through the well-pruned jungle along the path, Huhara focused his senses. He kept his eyes peeled and ears alert for any possible sign of his missing student.. if he lost them, he'd be in serious trouble. It took only a minute or so until he saw a tall shadow just off the path. He rushed, redirecting his leaps into the trees. 

There he saw them. Nageku staring up at the old ruins of a twelve foot statue covered in vines and moss, depicting a Takigakure warrior of legend. Huhara quickly mused over how to confront his student. He had many ideas, but one in particular took his fancy. Quickly preforming a handseal, Huhara appearence transformed - turning him into a brutish character with long thick black hair and piercing red eyes shadowing the silhouette of the statue "Hey you!" Huhara shouted with a sinster tone.

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364

[Nageku]

Nageku wasn't one to much be cautious of danger. It was a folly born of the Yamakira's stone body, but that to him was a boon of the gift rather than a flaw. If danger isn't dangerous then what does one need to be scared of? Nageku had promptly wondered off from all the little kiddies that Huhara-Sensei was in charge of. Nageku didn't much care for being stuck in a class full on small weak children nearly as much and so he wondered when he wanted to. There was nothing truly stopping him after all. Mix this with an advide curiosity for something he just so happened to spot off the road side and he was mildly tranced into shuffling away to study the large stone man... This would make for a great statue in the future if he could get permission to take it. Who did he need permission from though this was Takigakure. Might made everything right here, so he would have this statue if he damn well pleased. He wasn't alone though apparently, and he would swivel his head annoyed to see a man wearing some rather gauddy cloths. No sense of modesty at all, even out here in the world. "Ya need som'in?" Nageku would ask with a disgusted expression on his stone face.

[Oborozuki, Huhara]

Huhara jumped down from his perch in the trees, bending his knees to softly land on the ground. He hummed as he landed, covering the sound his feet had made from their sudden impact - after all he was playing the role of some unnatural spirit or ghost, and the simple sound of landing could break that illusion. The teacher straighten his posture, glaring at his student. Improvisating the best he could, Huhara emersed himself into the character he imagined he was playing. The bodily expressions, the tone of voice, it was all an act and a quite convincing one at that. He continued to ominously stare at the teenaged student as he stepped toward their flank; encircling them until reaching the statue.

Lifting a hand and touching the stone figure, Huhara took a moment to admire the craftsmanship. After standing there for a few seconds, Huhara turned his piercing gaze back to Nageku. He crossed his arms in displeasure, acting as if annoyed by the boys presence. Standing by the side of the statue, it was impossible Nageku could not comprehend the likeness. "Why have you come to my shrine? What is your intention, young Yamakira?" He took a moment, waiting for his reply.

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204

[Nageku]

Eh? So this statue was of this creepy guy? Nageku would look up at the stone and then back to his disguised teacher, then back at the statue again. Scratching the back of his flexible stone neck. Yeah he wasn't buying that load of bull, this dude had to of long been dead if he had a statue here, the rockhead wasn't that stupid... or maybe he was since his next move was to walk up to the man with a blank expression, only to throw a right hook as soon as he was next to the man. Contact with the heavy stone fist was sure to feel closer to being hit by a boulder when it came to Nageku or his brother, since they were naturally heavy and that contributed to the arrogance towards their strength. There really was no need for further thought or conversation after all. The fist would say it all as was needed. If it came to such ruses the Yamakira chose violence first. Or at least he assumed it was a ruse, he really had no way to check, but he really didn't care. Dude made his choice in getting into business that was his, and so Nageku just had to beat him senseless really. Was there more that he really had to think about? Probably; he was not going to though.

[Oborozuki, Huhara]

Huhara was disappointed by his student's silent deamour. The expression on their face seemed one of disbelief. Maybe the teenager wasn't as gullible as the younger children under his watch...or maybe it just wasn't believable.

When the Yamakira begun to leisurely approach him, Huhara raised his hands and formed a single handseal. He extended his chakra out into the environment, hoping to catch his student in a rather simple genjutsu. If he wanted to convince Nageku of the tale, then he'd have do more than use the transformation jutsu - Huhara thought.

As he completed the technique, the statue's head turned to follow Nageku's approach, casting a stone gaze upon the boy. It however suddenly reverted back to its original form as a fist came flying at Huhara's face, causing him to break the headseal and leap away from the incoming strike. "You would hit a famed hero of Takigakure?" a disguised Huhara exclaimed.

Huhara kept his guard up for a moment, knowing full well not to underestimate the brutish persona of Nageku. As he watched Nageku's body language, Huhara decided to drop his guard and his act. He let out a sarcastic scoff as he released the transformation technique, revealing himself.

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Kase Genjitsu [Imposed Reality]

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201

[Nageku]

Being a six foot tall man made of stone did wonders to one's self confidence and further to their egos. It was honestly hilarious that this was something that was happening in the first place. First the statue started moving, which admittedly was actually inspiring, but more importantly to the egotistical Yamakira it had been his shit teacher. Naga had a loathing of the man perhaps because he hated that the Oborozuki looked down on him in a manner unfitting of swile. Really who was he to question Nageku and pull the young puppeteer from his exploration and study of the massive statues craftmenship. "Hoehara, you have a death wish or somethin'? Huh?" Nageku would ask as he rushed to throw another rocky fist at the man, now royally pissed over the lack of respect given to the young man. With only a few years difference in age it was almost beautiful how ignorant of the skill difference Nageku was. Not that the boy cared, who was going to actually stop him? This phony? He highly doubted that the shinobi teacher could actually teach him anything worth knowing in the first place, let along anything worth remembering. Besides Nageku had better things to do with a guy like this. Such as attempting to crush his skull in.

[Oborozuki, Huhara]

Huhara would scoff at his student as they lashed out vocally. What had started as an attempt to inspire his student backfired and it became obvious to Huhara that antics only helped to infuriate his student into a rage filled frenzy. "I could say the same, young Yamakira. You come at your superior, believing you could hit anything more than the air around you? Your movement is lacking. It's unrefined and sluggish." Huhara said condescendingly to the academy student.

As Nageku's fist came flying at Huhara once again, the chuunin jumped up out of its path and onto a nearby tree branch. Once he was sure his feet were steadily balanced, Huhara preformed another handseal.

"Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu - [Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique!!"

From the ground beneath him a wave of stone pebbles levitated, obscuring to completely hide Huhara's persons from Nageku's view. The pebbles continued on their flight path and with it the academy teacher was no where to be seen. However in reality, unbeknownst to Nageku, Huhara had moved to a branch behind him.

"Your eyes continue to deceive you" Huhara claimed as leaves from the trees above rained down to encircle his student. It would take only a moment for Nageku to realise but he had been captured in a low rank yet potent genjutsu; which would cause his worst fear to manifest as an image in front of his very eyes.

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Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu - [Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique]

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235

[Nageku]

Talk about the biggest turn off that one could recieve from probably the most annoying guy. It instantly turned the boy from wanting to fight to wanting to flop on the ground and just simply not cooperate with the 'asshole' teacher that was trying his best to do everything he could to 'teach him a lesson'. It was a bother, and one that Nageku would take as a transgression against himself, the future Emperor, very personally. The technique would have the boy feelingly like he was floating from the ground itself, despite it just being the earth rising to cover the shithead from his view. That much was clear, but when he had tried a second punch he hadn't exactly felt like he was punching rocks... which led him to what he knew about his teacher; the dude was a coward and a prick. So instead of resisting at that point he would simply thwump to the ground and relax like he was about to take the most casual nap that one could. He was learning to guide his violent urges in most instances, obviously, or something akin to obvious? He actually didn't care enough to clarify that to himself. His vision filled with versions of himself with the same scarring as his brother would begin to populate his vision as he laid on the ground. Perhaps it was the rage at that that actually snapped his will to be violent but the boy would just shut is eyes and growl aggrivatedly. "What do you want, and can you turn this shit off, I refuse to look at something so repulsive."

[Oborozuki, Huhara]

Huhara watched as his student succumb to the illusion unfolding in front of him. While the teacher didn't know exactly what vision manifested within the young Yamakira's mind, he could guess. Weakness? A rival? Death? Drowning? Any of these were possibilities he could surmise from simply knowing enough about the brutish student.

As the stone boy fell to the ground, Huhara approached them cautiously with a wide grin on his face. Each footstep clicked as his wooden geta struck against the hard earth. And then they spoke. Huhara was shocked Nageku could speak, it seemed the sensei had underestimated his students mental fortitude.

"What do I want, you ask? Tch." Huhara said as he gazed down at Nageku's paralysed stone body.

He placed a wooden geta on Nageku's shoulder, and kicked it forward in order to have them lay on their back. Another scoff exited his mouth as he looked into the eyes of his helpless pupil. "To teach you... not to run off, Nageku. There are reasons we moved as a group in the wilderness of Bonchi no Kuni. You are weak on your own. Look at you, frozen like that stone statue" He added with comtempt. Comtempt that his student had made him explain all that.

Huhara bent down, placing one hand on Nageku's forehead and another into a half tiger handseal. 'Kai (Release)'. He hoped his student had calmed down or wouldn't out right attack him after releasing them of the genjutsu.

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Kai - [Release]

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245

[Nageku]

Naga would continue to lay there with an unamused expression. Had he had the sort of slow-twitching muscle of a normal person his eyes would have been doing so out of concerted effort not to lose his temper. He would instead look to the statue, moving to a position that was closer to a pose for napping as he simply looked at it for longer. Squinting he would frown as he looked again at the statue. He actually recognized the man, and it left the statue needing no actual reason for explanation... why the hell was something like this out here though? The Yamakira's ancient leader was someone who was well-reverred within the clan and his seeming immortal self was an indication of that factor. "The statue is pretty damn small if its supposed to be that walking would-be corpse. You know who that ugly asshole is right?" Nageku would state in a more rhetorical sense. If Huhara didn't he would be discredited more than Naga already wrote him off with his lack of understanding. If Huhara did know, it changed nothing for the boy. Also wasn't this thing just structurally unsound? He could do a better job shaping stone then that... and definitely to something more worthy of that worship-level bullshit this statue seemed to try and demand. At this point ignoring his instructor once more.

[Oborozuki, Huhara]

The soft fallen foliage of the forest floor flattened underneath Huhara's geta as he turned to step away from his prone student. His lips widened into a slightly grin, as he paced back toward the statue. From Nageku's lack of action, the teacher could tell they weren't going to lash out again.. or so he hoped.

Approaching the statue once more, Huhara traced his fingers over the worn vine-covered stone. His eyes widened, gleaming at the so-proclaimed legendary shinobi. He took his time to remove the plants clininging to the figure as to analyse each detail masterfully craved into the granite. Even after decades of weathering, one could tell great care was excuted in its construction; however long since abandoned.

As Nageku spoke, his teacher swung his head to the young pupil. It must have not been obvious to the young Yamakira, but Huhara knew exactly who it was. "Indeed. It is a sculpture of the original Yamakira... Zainan.. I believe his name was. Once a criminal but now commands our respect." It was an odd occurrence that Huhara spoke so openly.

He shifted his body away from the statue, back toward his stone-cold student. "Seeing as you Yamakira are one with earth, maybe we're seeing his corpse" Huhara sarcastically said.

"Now get up. We should get back to the village" He finished.

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[Nageku]

Naga did not require being told twice, just like he only waited a short moment to stand with his teacher having gotten off of his back and allowed him to get up. Naga made no mistake, he was ALLOWED to stand, and so he would stay docile for now, but in his mind he vowed to kill this bastard once the time came. It was so aggrivating the way that he moved and chose to conduct himself. Cleaning the statue for a moment while Naga waited in a stoic manner; quiet. The suggestion at the end though made the egotistical boy laugh. The old man's corpse? No. That old stone levaithan hadn't aged a day past sixty. And he never would, he only moved in rare instances, and only ever crushed what barred his path. Just like Naga declared he would do. Pushing stone minions in his mind forward like the conductor of a chessboard where he was the king, he would craft his pawns, his knight, his bishops, his castle things, whatever they were, and then find a queen to station his castle like his father did. Though the idea of dominating someone like his father was so much more... satisfying. He would find someone bull-headed he could crush under his heel eventually. For now, he walked casually behind his instructor.