[Kuronmeru Yosei]

The older boy waited for the lessons to end, his arms wrapped in bandages as they sometimes were, a barbaric practice from a barbaric clan. But today he wasn't paying attention to the final lectures before class was called, instead his red eyes were fully on another student. His face had a wicked grin to accompany his stares, the Black-spotted bandages fully visible in his sleeveless shirt, his skin as pale as hers, with spiked black hair to match her long, inky locks that earned her the nickname "Yurei". The telltale signs of another Kuronmeru, and he wasn't an outsider.

And as classes wrapped up, the boy got up and immediately blocked her path from leaving. Well...Aren't you a sight. "Yūrei"~ His tone was gentle, relaxed, and full of venemous mockery. He was toying with the girl, and he wasn't even hiding it. Isn't it amazing, what the lesser-bloods come up with? To try and comprehend a power they can't understand? Though...I suppose you probably don't understand either, do you? You're not some Yokai, you're just...a failure.

He didn't skip a beat, picking away at her orphan background, and her lack of connection to their clan. A clan that most didn't want to be associated with, one of the reasons visibly obvious as he showed off his bandaged arms to the girl. I caught you at the perfect time too,~ I finished training yesterday. I wonder, has a failure like you ever even gone through it once? Get to feel a blade release all the power inside. Inside you? Cousin? He talked about cutting like it was an honor to partake in, and to him it was. And the many scars across his arms were proof of that, the young boy purposefully had his cuts healed in a way they'd leave a scar. A reminder of the power within. A power he almost seemed keen in opening in her, one way or another.

[Fuji Naoko]

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Anxiety. All she could feel was anxiety. The hair of the back of her neck would stand if they weren’t as heavy and the girl noticed goosebumps on her arm while trying to focus on what their teacher had said. Class was almost over and she would aim to leave quickly so that she could go pick up some baking supplies before training in the evening. Today was planned to be the day she would bake her first blueberry pie.

At least, that was the plan…

The anxiety she felt was explained shortly as her way out of her seat was blocked by another student. The bell had rung and everyone rushed for the door eager to leave the classroom to train or enjoy their free time. Quickly the two raven-haired teenagers became alone in the room. Yosei’s voice, while calm, now surrounded by silence, was more unnerving and Naoko stepped back slightly. However, her heel hit the wall behind her so she was now stuck between a wall and the boy who was probably some form of her cousin. The full lineage of her mother was still a mystery as she had never talked to any of the older Kuronmeru clansmen about it so she could only guess what relation she might have to Yosei. Her body tensed and her shoulders pulled up slightly after being called the now popular nickname.

”I…” she looked down not knowing what to say back to being called a failure. Her eyes had looked over his bandages and it was eerie to see so much blood show through. It made her slightly uncomfortable but somewhere deep inside she felt an odd familiarity. It was rare, after all, to see someone display a similar blood color to hers.

”Yosei-kun, umm… could you let me out?” she asked quietly. Even though she was a little taller, her posture was obviously shy and she usually kept her head down. The girl wanted to fit in so much that she never wanted to upset anyone and did her best to try and stay quiet and do as she was told (as were the makings of a good girl in her late aunt’s words)

Her heart had skipped a beat when he asked if she had been cut up. Having trained with knives and short swords when her aunt was still alive, there had been a time she had gotten badly injured and cried a lot. Instinctively, feeling a lot of fear, pain and rage, the girl’s blood shot out, congealed and shot all across the room in the form of spikes. There were still holes in the walls and ceilings at her aunt’s old house. However, nothing like that had really happened often. Naoko had also never really trained her ability. Feeling uncomfortable from the question and the predatory look her cousin gave her, she moved forward in an attempt to slip past the boy.

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[Kuronmeru Yosei]

No.

It was a simple answer to her inquiry of whether she could get by or not, and as she tried to squeeze by he'd suddenly strike like a viper. Attempting to grab her arm and twist the wrist and elbow joints behind her, clearly trying to hurt the girl while exposing the black veins on her wrist. While she might be a genius talent with a blade, the young boy had always preferred this. Close quarters fighting. Where he could feel blood run down his fist, his or his enemies. Which meant that such close quarters that they were in suited him just perfectly, and gave him advantage in his strike.

He'd seen her uncomfortableness in class, as he'd watched her. Nerves and fear. Just more evidence of her failure as a member of their esteemed clan and bloodline. Yet, this display of cowardice didn't seem to enrage him as it might have the adults, or even older boys like Enyo. The girl in front of him was a complete and utter failure of a Kuronmeru, but such a thing was acceptable in the boys glaring red eyes. Which is why, even as they were alone and he pinned one arm, he didn't go further, didn't start beating her head against walls for daring to be born an orphaned outsider. Instead he simply looked at her arm, and pulled out one of his wooden kunai that students were assigned, and cut across her wrist. It wouldn't cut through obviously, though it might hurt a little and leave a mark.

Can you imagine? If it were all released at once? All the power you'd have? Warm black ink would start gently soaking into the girls paper-white skin, the black spots on his bandages spreading at their touch. You really do deserve to be the useless failure you are if you aren't even going to try and use the greatest weapon in the village. He then tossed aside her hand, though he would move to block her way again. Though believe it or not, I'm here to help a failure like you. After all, you wouldn't be the first Kuronmeru failure. When was the last Mizukage a Kuronmeru? A pointed question, one that most definitely isn't approved of bringing up in the clan. Another reason he'd chosen to work with his cousin today, he could voice opinions he knew wouldn't come back to bite him.

Come on. We both might as well train. And finally his real intentions were let out. He had no interest in training with lesser-bloods, and while the outcast cousin might be pathetic, he could work with that. Since as long as she had black blood, she couldn't be weak. Not as long as she lived anyways. So he smirked a smile again, and stepped out of her way finally while giving an exaggeratedly polite arm motion for her to pass. Though even if he was behind, he had the training grounds in mind, and he fully intended for them both to arrive there.

[Fuji Naoko]

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She should have brought her bokken. Not that it would have helped much in the situation because Naoko didn’t expect Yosei to grab her but, within a moment, she found herself at his whim. Her wrist got twisted and she felt her body go along with the movement, now facing away and slightly bent along the movement. She started to struggle back but his grip was firm and she could feel her skin sting from the grab so she stopped. Now feeling her heart race, the girl’s mind started to race to figure out how to leave the situation with the least amount of harm. Maybe, if she had been more assertive, the two kids had exchanged blows already. However, weaponless, Naoko was just a very average student unlike her taijutsu-savvy cousin.

She grit her teeth as she felt something sharp against her skin yet still made no sound. It was a truly strange feeling. She was anxious, of course, but it was almost like her blood was excited. She could clearly sense danger yet a small voice at the back of her head told her to lean into the pain. After all, there was a charm in pain. It reminded how she would get cut often as a child while still training with her aunt that would quickly heal her up. In a way, getting cut was nostalgic.

Feeling warmth wash over her when she felt the boy release her, she stumbled forward and caught the edge of her desk not to fall. The girl turned around and listened quietly. ”Can you use it?” she asked about the greatest weapon quietly, now feeling adrenaline set in.

The Kuronmeru. People kept talking about it and Naoko couldn’t decide how much she wanted it to be a part of her life. Maybe she owed it to herself to explore what her body was capable of? Or maybe she was better off without it?

The girl did not rub her wrist after receiving it back. She just flexed it slightly and straightened up to exit from her desk. He wanted to train with her? Did this mean they could one day be friends? Maybe, just like Naoko, he had a specific way of showing interest in friends? She did not know… her baking plans could, possibly, be pushed to later.

”What should we train?” the raven haired girl would have already passed the boy and started walking towards the exit of the classroom.

Eventually, without trying to run, the pair would come to their destination and instantly Naoko would eye the practice weapon’s locker nearby. Her heart would be more at ease if she had a stick to beat Yosei with. So, the girl would walk towards the locker to retrieve a bokken.

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[Kuronmeru Yosei]

"Can you use it?” The boys calm smile widened at that, raising his arm to show her the bandages again, with splotches of black. Splotches that would suddenly grow and grow as it spread throughout his wrapped up arm until a solid spot was stained pure black. His tar like blood dripped through, yet he was completely unbothered as it fell to the floor below. Looking as if a student spilled fresh ink in class.

He wouldn't try grabbing her further after letting her go though. She had only resisted a bit at first when he'd first grabbed her, before giving up completely, letting her arm and body twist and turn to the boys manipulations. And his smile hadn't dropped once as he did just that, the boy had clearly enjoyed having such control. But he didn't grab her again when the girl caught herself from falling. He didn't help her, but he didn't hurt her either. The pale boy just watched, his bandages dropping in front of her. Though his smile would change as the meek girl checked her wrist, she didn't show pain or fear, she didn't start crying and rubbing it, the failure girl simply got up and was ready to leave.

Good. While it seemed like he was commenting on her willingness to follow before he started leading her towards the training grounds, his eyes never left her still uncoddled and reddened wrist. As if he was commenting on something else entirely.

He also didn't stop her from approaching the weapons locker, simply standing by in silent interest as she grabbed one.

Feeling...Unsafe? An amused comment from the amused boy.

Then as she'd reach in, he'd close the gap between them, trying to time it so she couldn't pull it out in time to stop him. But he wouldn't grab her arm again if he was successful, he wouldn't try smacking her against the lockers. Instead he'd very gently turn her head and run his bleeding arm across her cheek. Leaving a black smear on it.

I wonder...If I can break through your guard once, can I do it again? The he'd back up, hands raised as he let her grab her bokken with no further interruptions. Are you trying to be like them. By wielding a sword? It'd be clear just who he was talking about, the head branch of the family. All sword wielders. It was a pointed question, and also revealing. Yosei was aware of being an odd duck in his clan. If him hanging out with an outcast weren't evidence enough. He'd then continue to the training grounds, and reveal his plans.

You want to graduate, don't you? So why not train what they want us to learn. Why? Did you think I was going to show you some clan secret technique? ×He turned, his face mocking her status again. His natural state, it seemed.