An average day at the academy

Hanten Shiranui had slept too late in the teahouse again, so when he woke up, his vision was filled with rainbows, and he felt lightheaded. It was like being in a house full of gaseous narcotics (was tea a narcotic? No.... but the effects of this particular tea was quite similar). He had decided to go to class that day, even though he was a genin. No one would notice (ok, they would probably notice Bakuzan, but what small child WASN'T armed and dangerous in Kumo?) and he could meet new people to annoy and enrage. Seeing people react was always fun. It was ridiculous to see Hanten pull all kinds of things out (his victim's history, appearance, personality) to make them angry or upset, like that time he had stalked that girl!
As he walked to the academy, he saw a boy who looked like he was chewing gum, and who had bandages on his arms. Ooh, what had happened here? Hanten approached the boy. "Oi, where are you off to, rat?" He would greet him in a cheerful tone, completely unbefitting of the words he had just said. If the boy was heading to the same place, this would be a stroke of luck.

Nao was chewing his gum as he thought of various ways to make Izanagi suffer pain, not fatal of course but close enough. Hn, stupid old geezer. Wait till I- Nao's thoughts were cut off when he heard a voice speak to him. He turned around and faced the boy. "Where do you think mongrel? The academy of course" Nao spoke with venom and his fists tighten. He did not enjoy being made fun of, he had enough of it already with his feminine features. Nao stuffed his hands his pockets and left the boy alone. He hoped the boy would be in his new class. He was being transferred to a new one since everyone in his old one were too damn annoying. Nao stopped in mid step, he wasn't one who was quick to anger. He tilted his head to the side. "I'm Nao, you?" Maybe the boy was just having a bad day. Nao certainly didn't want to have issues with anyone right now.

Hanten smiled even wider. Ooh, so a counter-insult! So much the better. This might actually be pretty fun! When the boy stopped, Hanten would stop to, and lean in close to the boy's face. "Ah, I'm Hanten! You know, I would mind slicing off those bandages of yours..." he would say, as he leaned back to a normal position, and popped open the bolts to Bakuzan's sheath. "I'm sure your arms would love the taste of metal too! I made this specifically for chopping up kunai, but I'm sure that your arm will do just fine!" He would remain grinning cheerfully at Nao, his right hand gripping Bakuzan's hilt by his left side. 
He had specifically designed Bakuzan to cut through weapons, in order to disarm people and make them even more angry than they normally were. Because anger was the emotion into which people slipped the easiest, it was the best one with which to manipulate people's hearts and actions. Hanten had honed this in practice for the past couple of years, and had found that it came quite in handy in collecting information and luring opponents into traps by causing them to perform wild and reckless actions. Was Nao irrational? He would see...

I don't like that look on him. Nope not at all Nao thoughts as he was backing away from from the boy whom he learned was Hanten, he was seriously getting weirded out. Then he realized the boy asked about his bandages. "Y'know Hanten, people wear bandages for a reason" Keep calm, he can't know right. Yea only a selected few and I know. As Nao was trying to convince himself that there was nothing wrong, he realized that Hanten had a weapon on him. WHAT THE F*** I like my arms the way they are thank you very much! Was what Nao would would've said but instead keep a calm look on his face and crossed his arms over his chest "Are you perhaps an escapee from the mental ward? You probably are. You look messed up anyway. Or maybe you're high? What you on a bad trip or something. Look I don't carry around any of that stuff you hear. Now f*** off" Nao turned sharply and left but keep his right hand is his purple pouch, gripping the marbles tightly, so much in fact his hand was turning whiter.

Oh, ho, so he had finally touched on a soft spot, huh. The bandages. Also, the boy seemed to prize his arms quite a bit, which was pretty normal. That meant that he wasn't an absolutely emotionless piece of garbage. That was good. Well, at least Hanten had something to work with. He feigned surprise at the boy's words. "Well, now, don't be angry! If you lose an arm, I won't take it away from you. You can just bring it to the hospital, and they just might patch you up! And anyways, I'm not from a mental ward or on any kind of substance." Hanten was, he supposed, "messed up" in a way. After all, to watch your parents die and then to start smiling for the rest of your life would make you a pretty messed-up guy. 
He would re-seal the bolts on Bakuzan. "Don't worry, I may not actually cut you up. So, tell me about your parents! I'm sure they're very nice people... I may come visit them unannounced some day! After all, I don't think they can stop me." So, the bandages were one thing... but what about the boy's parents? Hanten's intrusive poking was going well so far. If what he predicted went as planned, the boy would shut down and attempt to close off conversation.

Nao's eyes darken as Hanten spoke, and he stop in mid step. He could see the academy just a few blocks ahead. He took a deep breath and turned to face Hanten once more, forcing a cheerful closed eyed smile onto my face. "You want to meet my parents huh? Aw too bad, my dad is traveling and my mother doesn't live in kumo" Nao faced the direction of the academy and waved Hanten to follow him without facing him "Come on, I'm pretty sure you're headed to the academy too. Let's be late" Okay well I don't want to be late. Already show up to everything an hour or two late and the principal has been on my case. Huh, maybe he won't bother me since I'm early since the first time ever. Nao's train of thought derailed as soon as he stepped onto academy grounds. Some people recognized him. The ones who did laugh or gossiped to their friends. Odd he thought. Nao just rolled his eyes and spit out his gum into a trashcan that was a yard from where he was to his right and just kept walking, deciding not to bother himself with them. When he walked inside the building a few girls and guys in the hallway greeted him and Nao responded with a childish giggle and greeted them back.

Hanten's smile grew wider (if possible). Ooh, so the boy was getting touchy about his parents. Well, that was enough. As Nao had mentioned, it was time to get to the academy, which appeared to be just ahead. As he entered, he smiled and waved the still-sheathed bakuzan at the other children cheerfully. This was to give Nao some bad social aura, so they could enter without being bothered by anyone. "See Nao? All it takes is a little sword-waving to get rid of attention. People tend to stay away from you if you have a nice sharp sword!" Hanten wondered what kind of an impact THIS would have...

Not a sword person eh? How stupid. Well, it was time to see how pain-tolerant Nao really was. The boy didn't seem too sturdy, but then again, neither was Hanten. In a way, this would be a test to see how truly weak Hanten really was. As the approached the room, Hanten would already have the bolts to bakuzan undone, as he smiled cheerfully. Being just behind and to the left of Nao, Hanten would just seem like a guy following close behind him. 
As he placed his hand on the doorknob (the door having an opaque small window), Hanten would use quick-draw and cloud-style beheading at the same time, he would slam the flat of his sword (holding the hilt with his right hand), sharp edge down, against the left side of Nao's head at 70 speed, knocking him out. The power of the blow would be enough to knock him out, but not fracture his skull. However, if he somehow was fast enough to block with a limb, the bone in the arm (being less durable than the skull) would be broken.
If this was successful, Hanten would pick up the body and leave. If the attack was not... well, Hanten would be quite impressed with the boy.