Kenshin Teaches a Class (Mission, P, Tentei)

Tentei looked with a puzzled impression as the sit in teacher, his new acquaintance Kenshin left the classroom and went to who knows where. He impressed him? Huh, he never really heard praise before from another. He would begin to feel  some sort of feeling, a different type of pride then he was used too. What was this feeling exactly? It was warm, gracious, but yet high respecting and confident. He had never experienced such a thing before, scaring him fearing as if he could actually die from it. As Kenshin would close the door to the classroom, the rugrats would jump from their chairs and run out of the classroom, passing Tentei and avoiding him as he stood there in awe. 

Looking back now, he never got praise as a child, only the marvelous wonderland he would constantly compare to hell. To gain such a feeling, well he wasn’t too sure if he was becoming weak and going back to his ways before the immense torture he gained, or it was more of an add on and his God wished for him to learn a bit more about human compassion. He would shake his head in disbelief, hanging it low unable to truthfully accept comparing himself to a human, one with feelings and the knowing of love. He of course didn’t love Kenshin, he didn’t swing that way, but he never had anyone to act caring to him to which he could truthfully remember. He most likely lost those memories from being such a small child, replaced with the torture of his body and being praised as some offering to a God for years. 

He took several moments to ponder on his thoughts, what he was doing with his life and his cause. He would still cling to his sadistic thoughts and meaning behind his name Tentei “Shinigami” Nakizato. But...It was odd to have that dumb feeling. Throwing it away to the back of his heads, and locking it away from his conscious, he would think no more of such stupid thoughts and feelings, seeing no motive to change or even think about most likely a small malfunction in his head. 

Tentei would see this boy again someday, he knew deep in his heart still beating with its undead rhythms, Kenshin was going to potentially be an accomplice of sorts. For what reasons he had no clue, but he just had a hunch. The blond would go on outside of the classroom, already completing the jutsus he strived for, and would go to schedule his Genin Exam pronto. The need of being an Academy Student wasn’t necessary anymore, and he was skilled enough to do his own things now. Becoming the rank of a Shinobi would be his first step to achieving greatness, and doing whatever he liked. As he continued his walk through the brightly lit yet dull hallways, he looked himself over to make sure he didn’t receive any scratches or such on his clothes. Pinpointing a strand of brown hair on his shoulder, he would pluck it slowly from his shoulder with disgust, furious that it had the nerve to infiltrate his domain. He also made a mental note to shave every brown haired child in this academy, just for safe measures.

WC- 552
Total: 4232

Claiming 21 Stats, Clone Jutsu(Half), Transformation Jutsu(Half), Genjutsu Release, Basic Medical Nin, Disipline, Mark Seal, Fuuin Lock, Fuuin Break, Generic Sealing Tech

Approved of Appropriate Rewards