an outside logic (open, nk, spar if ya want.)

Fenrir, while disappointed in his pitiful little strike, was not entirely disheartened.  Smiling at his opponent as Yen spoke, he would have a quick reply for the first statement.  More power certainly seems to be the point of the technique, but it seems I have yet to learn to utilize it properly.  To the next statement, Fenrir had no reply other than the look of doubt on his face.  The boy had clearly said he didn't wish to partake in the training, and didn't seem to be moving to join.  He did seem to be watching intently though, which was interesting to Fenrir.  Now, the third statement made by Yen would receive a longer reply.  Unfortunately I cannot muster half the ferocity shown by Kirigakure to your village, as we are only as strong as that when we are fighting together, and generally to the death.  Also, having what is quite possibly the most powerful being alive on your side helps quite a bit.  Finally, Yen formed a hand seal, Ram, letting Fenrir know that he was doing something, but he was doing it very very slowly.  Why he would be moving so incredibly slow was a reason that failed to come to Fenrir's mind, but what he did know was that a genjutsu user was in front of him making a hand sign, and that was generally bad news bears for whoever was involved.  Considering the fact that he was likely not yet in the genjutsu, Fenrir would direct his eyes to the feet of his opponent, making sure to keep an eye on his movement without making eye contact or looking in the direction of his hands.  He didn't know much about genjutsu, but he knew it normally had either a visual or audio-based trigger, and while he couldn't avoid the sounds, he could avoid any visual triggers above the legs.  

Now Yen requested time to stretch, which Fenrir would gladly oblige to, being the not-a-little-cunt type of person that he is.  Besides, with Yen stretching, Fenrir had a short chance to think about what he could do to avoid genjutsu in the future.  Staring at feet might work for some things, but he knew that many genjutsu were far more difficult to avoid.  He needed a way to know a genjutsu was being cast on him, other than just weird shit happening.  Maybe goggles.  Goggles looked neat. 

Waiting for Yen to finish stretching before returning his gaze to the man's forehead, Fenrir would become very slightly annoyed at the questioning on his refusal to meet Yen's gaze.  It isn't that I fear genjutsu, it is that I dislike being caught in them, and even with the small number that are utilized via the eyes, it is better to avoid those few than to simply allow them to get to you with no resistance whatsoever.  After this, Yen continued on describing the different ways a genjutsu could be triggered, different environmental factors that could trap one in a false reality.  Fenrir already knew that most of these things could be triggers, and plainly said as much.  You don't need to be very knowledgable on this in order to know anything can trigger it, Most of those ways just aren't as easy as avoiding eye-contact genjutsu. 

Although Yen was approaching Fenrir, and Fenrir was oh so wanting to swing for dat jaw again, there was something happening.  Fenrir couldn't see anything about it, but he could hear a sudden awakening in the village, the sounds of migration.  A large number of people were now moving in the same direction, and there was only one real assumption Fenrir could make based on this.  We're going home.  The words came out quietly as Fenrir's mind became suddenly distant, until he burst into motion, forming the Ram handseal quickly before body flickering towards the Village Gates, running off as he came out of the technique, shouting I'm going home!  He then realized how rude this may have seemed, and ran back to the training grounds to properly say farewell to his training partner.  I believe it's time for me to return to Kirigakure, thank you for the training, and goodbye.  After this short farewell, Fenrir returned to his running, heading straight for the village gates.  It was time to return to the Bloody Mist.


WC: 830
{Exit}
TWC: 1801
1801/2100 for Arhat Fist - Gangeki
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yen felt the ruble of the dirt as the boy ran off he simply nodded his head and took a breath. At least the kiri shinobi were leaving at long last. yet their shadow would remain as a stain on each konoha shinobi's heart. especially yens own. his single eye peering after the boy as if there was a next time the boy would odds are be found as an enemy hence then and there his resolve was to wait and save his can of fury for thoes whom deserve his mire and blight. The logo of the army was raised high as they headed off. then he turned away and took a breath.
 
the air feels cleaner now and more fuller Now that they are not stealing our air. they stole our dignity now we will build it up once more for the sake of our land. but next time my focus will be to eliminate them. Next time i shall wipe them from the dirt. Pray no konoha shinobi were  to dare join their ranks...
 
His thoughts went to the healer girl he breifly saw in the ranks and the boy from the suna exams. Yet he was hopeful they were wise not to leave his home, it was a laughable matter evento think that people would be so desperate for power to join an enemy upon a trashed heart and broken will. 
 
Any that dare to leave do not deserve death, but obliteration.
 
And so like that. the moment passed and yen's demeanor shifted only slightly in the instant. now he was relaxed almost as if the weight was taken off his back and now onto his light air.
 
his attention was on the boy laying in the grass as he gazed over him.
 
"well he left. the ungrateful individuals. may they not darken our door steps again. So do you seek instruction?"


wc: 316

As the boy had not responded yen nodded quietly as he headed off. Perhaps the student really wanted some time to themselves for a bit which was understandable. Some like himself truly desired to even train on their own and were seekers to their own destiny and a way to train on their own. Yen knew this all too well as a grand deal of his abilities he kept quiet. Less of a chance for an enemy to stumble upon something they did not need to know. Especially in the hands of individuals that would head out more often than not. Yen with respect to the boy headed off in thought as he left the area.
 
Yeah it is why I keep quiet unless it is necessary. Still at least kiri does not know the extent of my abilities. I intend to keep it that way. As the more a shinobi knows. The more dangerous they become. I can only imagine the danger of the black mailing or successful take downs of our shinobi forces if our abilities as a nation were exposed like an open book. The consequences would be severe, and more than likely lethal. It will be safe in due time to reveal a bit more later…
 
Yen thought as he considered the possibilities. Heading back towards his home the aburame stopped at the door As there was a fit of coughing behind the door.  Yet his wife appeared happy but pale in complexion. The slight twinge of worry gnawed at yen momentarily. Perhaps he has been too busy to fully notice. The life of a shinobi was hard and unforgiving.  Yet it passed as she smiled. Perhaps it was a tiny innocent cough. The air quality has improved since the fires were taken care of.
 
Perhaps I am worrying too much. However she should be fine for the time being
 
Yen thought as he sat down at his desk. His wife went to go take a nap with the children in hand. Although they seemed to be a little sick too. He had a clone down stairs brewing some soup for the three. A few hours have passed and then the shot of information rushed through his head as he stopped writing.
No…..
The clone had dispersed and yen rushed down the stairs at his god awful slow speed. The empty gaze of half open eyes and the lacking of breath seemed to cause the room to go all but still and quiet. Her blue eyes stared ahead, but obviously even as the one eyed aburame approached he already knew they saw no more. His lacking in chakra from the clone showed that as he recalled from the clones memory that her and his children were at peace at the passing.  Yet this did not dull the pain, nor soften the sorrow in which was held. He took their cold hands as the insects have died and were dead in both of the children and mother.
 
Why….
 
The one eyed aburame sank to his knees at the base of the couch as he held their hands to his cheeks. The twins and their cold hands were like an ice pack to his cheeks their innocent eyes saw no more. They were too young to fall. Yet they did. It was as if the divine would strike down yen as if his will and spirit were not beaten and torn already enough. A low sound would echoe through the house and be heard. The wail of pain and despair and sorrow. The very wail that roared in his soul As it raged against the cascades and winds of time. The wail of woe and sorrow was muffled as he had buried his face into his wifes chest and yet he sobbed uncontrollably. He lost his friends now his family was ripped from his grasp like the candy for a baby. The pain in his chest intensified as he realized this.
 
Nooo!
 
Yet this was not an illusion. As crule as reality was the cruelty it held did not hold back it’s hand and hence he curled up in a ball on the floor as he felt the cold embraces of the room yet he tried as he gasped for air to feel the slightest inkling of warmth in the hands. Desperate for something. Yet minutes passed. The seconds felt like an eternity. As before he knew it was pitch dark and the moon was resting on their faces. Not only did kiri depart… but so did his family souls with it his tear ducts in his right eye had sobbed their last he held hoatas hand and cradled his childrens limp bodies quietly as the dark felt darker than usual. The air was cold. Yet he probably realized they got sick. Through the night he held the children and his wife in his knees cradling them quietly.
Holding her limp form yen noted that at least she was at peace as he closed  her eyes with shaky hands and hence her long dark hair was lumped in his lap he frame cold and growing stiff yen bowed his head as he rested his head on her chest. There was not a single thump, his eyes closed for the night as dawn came over the horizon. He could not say that he would see dawn rise again with her. For he was alone and now the liveliness that were his children. Dawn may have came, but to yen it was their sunset.
The following day’s yen was alone as he buried his dead wife and children alone. He only left a note explaining to leave him be as he would only be contacted when needed it was a quiet funeral as the man simply was seen sobbing quietly at what could’ve been and the cold reality that was there to be.  He arrived home, and hence stared at the chair he sat in he buried his burned straw hat with his son. And his blue cloak with his dead daughter. His yellow visor was with hota. He was now donned in pure black as for his black pants, and now wore a black trench coat with his shoulder length hair now in a ponytail a single yellow eye. He now only had the village. His resolve and rage at the world boiling. As the fates had cursed him. The time stripped away those precious. Yet it did not destroy his will. With that the family was left at their graves with the flourish of his black coat.
 
Wc: 1,104
 twc:3,238
 
(exit and rip the family….)

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