Understanding Between Teacher and Student
Feb 9, 2008 15:15:34 GMT -7
Post by shinzo-kori on Feb 9, 2008 15:15:34 GMT -7
I had made a good distance from the Mizukage tower, and the entire time I was thinking of my approach. I remember my Sensei fighting me to test how strong I was, but would that be my approach to this boy. I was unsure, but I would soon find out. I waited upon the open path between the village and the Mizukage Tower waiting. My two blades, Katana and Wakazashi now strapped back on my left hip, the same toothpick within my mouth, and my Mist Headband shining upon my neck. I crossed my arms as the white thermal I wore warmed my arms, not to mention the black short sleeve button up I wore over it. My right sleeve was carefully rolled up to reveal my Raven Tattoo for I was one of the Tsuinken[Twin Blade] fighters, and though I had not excelled to the rank I desired, I had the Tattoo placed upon me so I would know my path soon to come with more training. My black shorts would seem odd in a place like this, for the weather was always cold, but I truly didn't care about that. They were loose, almost as if they would fall off for they were only tied by the last hole of my belt. It didn't matter, for it had never been a problem for me in battle. My black shoes stood still in the dirt road, however I did not wear a bandage upon my right leg as I usually do, for I only wear it because I strain my right leg more then my left.
A sand ninja, and I was to be his teacher. I felt as if I were corrupting everything his teacher may have stood for, but then again it didn't matter since his teacher wished him dead. I felt for him, for I did not know what it was like to run from my home for fear of losing my life. It would be great to teach him till he became strong enough to return to his home and fight his past. Maybe this teaching would be a great experience for me as well, for I would be forced to better myself everyday, just to teach him about discipline, something I had been lacking these past few months. I would feel the wooden splinter break within my mouth, and so I would spit it out and gaze upon the horizon ahead of me, the Mizukage tower barely visible within the mists from this distance. I thought about this intro with great detail, and then I knew my approach in introducing my new Genin into my teaching style. My hands would slip from my forearms tight embrace before meeting with each other to form the proper seals for my next move. I would smirk and take deep breath as my form quickly vanished into a veil of mist, now hidden within the trees where I would await my new student. Within that veil of mist, my hallow husk would still be seen, waiting with its arms crossed and a stern look upon my face. Its body would seem to be one with the mists as the dense water began to float among the path that would lead Senith to the village.
A sand ninja, and I was to be his teacher. I felt as if I were corrupting everything his teacher may have stood for, but then again it didn't matter since his teacher wished him dead. I felt for him, for I did not know what it was like to run from my home for fear of losing my life. It would be great to teach him till he became strong enough to return to his home and fight his past. Maybe this teaching would be a great experience for me as well, for I would be forced to better myself everyday, just to teach him about discipline, something I had been lacking these past few months. I would feel the wooden splinter break within my mouth, and so I would spit it out and gaze upon the horizon ahead of me, the Mizukage tower barely visible within the mists from this distance. I thought about this intro with great detail, and then I knew my approach in introducing my new Genin into my teaching style. My hands would slip from my forearms tight embrace before meeting with each other to form the proper seals for my next move. I would smirk and take deep breath as my form quickly vanished into a veil of mist, now hidden within the trees where I would await my new student. Within that veil of mist, my hallow husk would still be seen, waiting with its arms crossed and a stern look upon my face. Its body would seem to be one with the mists as the dense water began to float among the path that would lead Senith to the village.
Lesson one, finding truth where no truth lie.