Atsuhiro's Training
Dec 28, 2007 17:56:38 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Dec 28, 2007 17:56:38 GMT -7
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Atsuhiro spent most of the morning attempting to gain the knowledge that the old man had to pass on to him, but the threat that his eyes possessed seemed to have repelled him more than he had anticipated. Time and time again was he cast away from the eyesight of his would-be opponent, a migraine headache building and causing him to snap his eyes shut after the fourth attempt. "Not easily done, is it?" the man inquired, standing before ambling toward the door to his office. Atsuhiro's right hand busily rubbed at his cranium, attempting to make the pain subside manually. To no avail, he stood slowly and stretched his body. "Let us start with a more...subtle training." the elderly man noted. He stepped out into the hallway, the Chuunin folding his arms before he took a single step forward. "Change your clothes, first; with that attire on, you can't relax."
The Uchiha scoffed slightly, before he looked toward the corner of the small room. A pile of clothes lay neatly folded and pressed, his katana set to the side. The scabbard was surprisingly polished, even the katana itself fashioned into a clean and perfectly sharpened edge. Had all of this been done in the course of his attempts at Hypnosis? "Relaxation.." he thought. So..this was the subtle training that he had spoken of. Atsuhiro merely had to settle down, allowing the feeling of the Hypnosis to become second nature to his own gaze as he fought his opponents. The secret to any great Doujutsu was the ability to easily force an opponent to succumb. This was no different; forcing himself would only give away the secret..but easing himself and his opponent into the web of deceit would inevitably give him the upper hand. Thereafter, Atsuhiro allowed his eyes to stare at whatever he was interacting with at the moment.
The body suit was slowly taken apart as all secondary items slipped from their holsters, layed out in a chest that held a lock and key that he would take with him. His form was nude for seconds only, though the comfort of the closed door allowed him to freely dress himself. A jet-black shirt and hakamas were donned, the symbol of the Uchiha placed on the back to symbolize who he was. It caused him to wonder just how prominent a sign this was now....nay. He had to focus on the training at hand. Allowing his mind and his thoughts to be in two different places would break his concentration, and his opponent would slip out of his eye's force. Adjusting the shirt, Atsu's defined abdomen lay exposed. He would leave Apashi where it lay for now..choosing to rely on his hands for the time being.
Atsu slowly pushed the door back, stepping out into the hallway with sandals and socks placed comfortably upon his feet. His obsidian locks bounced back and forth as he moved past certain groups, his handsome features acknowledged by the kunoichi of that particular gathering. He would give no attention to such things, however; perhaps this was another test from the old man. The mind was key when exerting a Genjutsu, and the elements that fell under the category of "subtle" were too innumerable for him to drop his guard for anything. He only viewed the back of the geezer as he turned a corner and exited the small abode, followed closely by the former KazeKage.
Once a small distance away from the building, the two found themselves standing in the middle of a pathway cut into a rich forestry. It was not too far from Atsuhiro's normal training place, the current migration of business for the Village of the Sand producing more of an economy for them. Apparently, Kore hadn't done too bad for himself while in position. Atsu would only allow such thoughts to cloud the mind for a brief minute, still allowing his eyesight to remain on the old man. "You have done well to stick to focus." he began. Turning toward Atsu, he placed both hands behind his back. His countenance was surprisingly clean of facial hair, only the temples back producing grayed hair. "I require nothing but the utmost attention to detail from here on out. At least...not until your training is done." he finished, giving Atsu a glance before he began to traverse down the path.
The Chuunin stood still for seconds before he followed suit, keeping a pace that would allow him to be at the diagonal right behind his mentor. Mother nature's whisper was calm, serene even..beckoning him to admire her beauty. Alas, he would only narrow the orbs and keep his gaze afront himself. Peripheral vision at his age was rather good, so that too would aid him in learning this technique. At the end of the day, it was about the mind's ability to project forth the suggestion toward an opponent. Whether the elderly Uchiha knew this or not, he would surely teach Atsu something if not the Hypnosis State Jutsu...