A Revised Regime(Flashback, P)

[An excerpt from Kutari's early life before he was freed from his imprisonment.]


A stressful sigh echoed across the hallway; the sound of cracks and popping following suit. An outstretching boy could be found as the source of this sudden noise resonating throughout the abandoned hallway. Typically an area featuring a high value of traffic and activity, it’s currently adopting a guideline of stealth, entangled within an elaborate web of silence. The building within the extravagant facility held no night classes for that particular one, it’s purpose ceasing to exist once the sun fell out of sight. A relaxation of sorts. Though it was after hours a few individuals may linger to finish any necessary paperwork or business related to their jobs, them being the warden to send the children out on missions or otherwise. At the time of being, Kutari Uchiha was one of the children that was revered and liked by the wardens enough to be given such privileges, surviving the hellish nature prior. Kutari was a warden coming to be at that point. The freedom he received from his interactions with Mr. Yomo were a pleasure at the very least.

He would walk with a lazy stride across the hallway, suggesting some form of weariness which he became too comfortable with experiencing; the long hours after work taking its toll, though he had to persevere. Previously working solely as an intern of sorts for the wardens overshadowing in a way, the facility saw it beneficial if they increased their numbers of instructors and “assistants.” Kutari was designated as a potential assistant, needing to comprehend his role as a 2nd rate value version of a babysitter through training and briefing. If he had a choice in the matter Kutari likely would of continued to just be deployed on espionage missions no longer wishing to do their dirty work, realizing the luxury he possessed in having his own space and being away from the growing infestation of crying children that likely wouldn’t survive due to their own weakness. Sure he had to check them in and deal with the constant whining of foolish kids, but the rate of torture spiked at certain times of the day.

Unleashing another sigh, he would ignore the recent information running throughout his mind freely, developing a skill in tuning out what he wanted thanks to the consistent meetings. As he traversed the lengthy hallway Kutari happened across his old quarters where he registered prospects of this damned facility. As he looked at the closed door he recalled the most recent experiences he had within that room, images of Tamiko Uzumi and their encounter suddenly flooding into his brain, overtaking his previous thoughts. The blind girl who seemed to lack any form of a bloodline or prowess, he figured she would perish inevitably. As he recalled back then he fought many individuals of a similar background and fate. Such a time reflects darkness and isolation, though it seems little has changed from then to now; the hole present within the young boys heart presenting itself large and proud, representing the crude and distant individual who’s survived the long crusade. The impression she gave off to him was that of an optimistic fool, oblivious to what she was truly getting herself into and what it would require. Even going so far as to make a silly deal with him, one that Kutari would make sure to live up to no matter the circumstance, out of a spiteful humor for himself. Though housing the ideologies close to an idiot, her motivation was worrisome. Not only that, but the girl possibly had potential. Knowing full and well the lack of sight meant nothing for a fighter, the next time he wondered if she gained strength the next time he seen her.

The higher ups not so much agreeing with allowing such a girl into the facility as she seemed useless. Regardless, he continued on with the task at hand; getting the hell out of there. Though the quiet halls were a nice change of pace, it wasn’t enough to keep him within the confinements of such a building. Not only that, but soon the power will shut down for the remainder of the night, something Kutari had little interest witnessing. The eerie atmosphere unfazed Kutari despite the paranoia inducing creeks and growls the walls joyfully displayed to its captive, remaining to be nothing more then inanimate objects unable to cause any harm to him in such a setting. Though in no shape or form was he letting his guard down regarding the capability of being ambushed, simply his surroundings failed to invoke fear within.

The boy finally neared the main lobby double doors which had installed a cross patterned glass frame. Oh how he missed the days of sunlight leaking through those tattered door frames, becoming the byproduct of the children’s consistent abuse. The glass wielding scratches and smudges easily visible due to the sun rays beaming through to reflect its imperfections; though the lack of sun now would cause such a once noticeable feature to be overlooked, a fact Kutari was nowhere near happy about. Taking the time to feel sorry for this predicament masked as a positive promotion, he slowly opened the right sided door with his stiffened joints, the training hours which consisted of sitting and listening proving to be a formidable opponent. An odd creaking would react to the shifting of the door, it's screws and nuts vocally expressing a relatable feeling as it screeched fatigue. Though its presence would prove to be an anomaly to Kutari as he failed to recall a time he heard such a noise from this door previously - though catching himself in a lie he’s committed time and time again, this late routine still being a foreign experience to him as he’s heard this sound, the difference being clear as day. Typically hearing the sounds of children and feet shuffling across the spacious hallway he never paid attention to the creaking like now, still adjusting to the much less audible scenery. Continuing forward, he would swing the door fully open with a shove, it’s hum rising into a hammering vibrato as the young man embraced the outside world with confidence.

The shrieking door would continue it’s performance until it finally slammed shut behind him, returning to its resting position. Nature dominated the scene enforcing its presence all around. The rhythmic click of crickets;rustling of leaves heard from above; the prideful white full moon staring menacingly at Kutari as it looked to be too close for comfort, even the signature mist unable to distort the invading satellite. The mist seemed to be in a rather mischievous mood tonight, toying with the visuals as it indecisively shifted it’s volume. Though when did such an entity ever play fair? Such was the life of a slave stationed in unknown territory; intended to live with little sight.

The brown haired male traversed the mist with ease despite its games, seeing this area enough times to know where everything is located and how to reach it, his various embarkings outside the facility aiding with this knowledge. It was a chilly night, though incapable of causing the hardened boy to shiver, adjusting to these weathers long ago. The only question would be where has he laid his eyes upon, what destination would the rider which to arrive at? The mist working to aid this pale figure internalizing destruction and deceit, a ferocity that always seeked but never obtained. Following a makeshift dirt trail that was much too easy to make out within the fog, the answer would be clear in a matter of seconds, this road leading to one area. The nearby training grounds for those wishing to have a nice session outside the unhinged atmosphere of the facility.

He would walk with an eager purpose, already beginning to be fired up just from the thought of his coming actions. The boy had a passion for combat and improvement after all, training in the evening was typically an exciting topic for him. Though he enjoyed to choose a much more secluded area to avoid any distractions such as the beginning of the grounds to which the beloved children would be situated, he was just itching to get his blood flowing. Especially since it was far after hours for the facilities nightly curfew in question, there shouldn’t be anyone residing around the training grounds that would prove to be a bother, usually being quite a few students taking the space there when he got off early before. This routine happening every other day or so, a quick little workout to get the blood flowing for the evening later on. Having a full list of ideas and ways to train, he’s  a living source of determination and work ethic to become stronger and battle with the top, eager to continue this climb and take on the world, caring little for the consequences.

It came to be a surprise as he was met with the sound of a force constantly connecting with a surface, disrupting nature’s grasp through a sheer anomaly. Not only that, but the inconsistencies amongst the rising mist made it even more apparent, concentrated shadows compacted together to look as figures more than terrain. It seemed he wasn’t alone that night, a fact he wished he didn’t have to admit; he in fact had company. As the mist began to lighten it would be more apparent exactly how many people other than himself were present, equaling out to two. He wore his typical garments being a v-neck white t-shirt under a black slim jacket having golden ornaments with black pants and shoes, an orange themed O-yoroi wrapped around his waist with an ending purple scarf. Looking over the two as the mist cleared, they seemed to be a few of the children that were allowed here at an early age given their physical features. One staring at the other whilst the other punched a dummy. It could be possible that one was “training” the other, giving pointers and tips to help a friend in need, though such a relationship was hard to tell at the time being. One who was interested in finding out what the two were doing there would stick around and watch them for a bit, however Kutari was different having more important tasks to work on. Witnessing the training grounds occupied was a situation he cared little to stick around for, already beginning to leave with a bored expression upon his face. Yellow eyes filled with fatigue. That was the plan at least, until a moment of heightened emotion came from the two that were already present. Intrigued, Kutari turned with a raised eyebrow curious of what was going on, possibly something exciting to lighten the mood. Being aware he was fully out of sight unless searching with a focused eye, he kept to himself whilst still being within limits, though his range making him unable to listen in to the conversation coming.

He would observe what at first seemed to be a one sided standoff suddenly becoming a feud that only escalated, refusing to simmer down. Some argument or disagreement between the two of them, though with the gestures being thrown and sneering faces expressed it could be some sort of power struggle. Be it that this kid hadn’t gotten his way and was complaining to a girl, expecting her to comply and take action with him for his cause. Though she remaining unfazed with an unsettling content, it would only come to anger the boy even more. It’s taught within such an age group to give in to demands and work with the bully, invoked by the weak of society who just wanted a figmented peace, an ideology born during these ages only to grow as the people we see today, weak and inferior thanks to their passive upbringings. Despite this common hierarchy of childhood bully and victim, meant to be one sided with the stereotypical punking and compliance, this girl refused to fret or even make a big fuss out of it. Instead of breaking down and giving into the demands being presented, the girl turned to him and began to incorporate a mysterious shroud of intimidation with her almost cold aura. At least, that was what Kutari could pick up on from afar, intrigued at the coming turn of events. As an “instructor” and representative of the facility, this should be the part where he intervenes and stops this frivolous feud, not wanting to have damaged goods for their reserves. Though where’s the fun in such a road to take, finding more excitement and entertainment watching the argument happen, his chaotic interests surfacing full throttle becoming the leading act of his choice to be on standby. Kutari reasoned with himself the children needed some form of character development, this being a fine lesson for a bully growing up or the weak trying to stand up against the strong; regardless, Kutari was enjoying the turn of events, much more than his boring set of work and meetings to attend. If he were to be utterly honest with himself, the chances of him stopping this potential fight even during school hours would be slim, a battle of the fists being a fine one to watch and the participants to learn from, believing the kindhearted methods of teaching being the greatest foolish act one could take in the world they all inhabited. This would be a grand way to truly kick off their aspiring Shinobi lives, and Kutari would witness its origins with pleasure.

Though some distance away within this leveled plain of grass created to be spacious and round, he was able to make out what the two were saying to each other, especially due to their insistence on screaming their little hearts out. Loitering beside a stubborn full grown tree which was a common presence in bundles which surrounded the training grounds itself - though the central area being allowed to blossom powerful oaks as well- it wasn’t too difficult to really understand what was going on and most important of all - visually witness the growing tensions. Able to imagine and even witness the growing fumes of the boy, his feelings being more than easy to comprehend and guess in time. Though this girl, the array of emotions that could be frolicking throughout her nervous system which at the time only presented a deadpan stare, witnessing the possible fear or excitement that could be running through her veins as the blood only boiled in the heat of the moment. Insisting them to on, Kutari wished to see what all would happen, amped up to fully decipher the mask this girl worn so close. The old bully routine becoming a redundant topic to watch time and time again, the mystery of it all truly capturing his attention.

A physical exchange was made as the boy shoved the girl on what was nothing more than an impulse of emotion, his pride being assaulted in this emotion stewed encounter causing such a reaction, as to be expected from someone so riled up over something as idiotic to claim a training dummy. Her stare unwavering, she took the shove full on without not even a yelp, her resilience likely being shaped and honed. Kutari was no fool, she took that shove on purpose knowing full well anyone could have reacted even slightly before it came, his interests bolstering as he wondered how far this would go; how long before she cracked.

It seemed to come almost instantly upon a physical breach of his own accord, tilting her head and exchanging a flurry of words which were too difficult to hear thanks to her softened tone. Though he was able to see her face and understood soon it would all heat up, unleashing a creature he should of kept locked away. The words between them began to exchange once more, as the discussion moved on with a heightened pace. The girl, with an extended finger aimed towards the wooden training equipment, transitioned her finger over to the boy before as if comparing the two; possibly even debunking some sort of similarity. As he moved closer to her in nothing more than annoyance Kutari knew she had to have insulted him, pleased with the fact that she had some kind of mouth on her, a sassy sort of girl it seemed.


The tension continued to rise as Kutari waiting with anticipation,wishing to sink his teeth into something out of his own annoyance and lack of patience, wondering if they were done horsing around. Then a full on attack occurred, instigated by the boy as he punched the girl as she instantly fell to the ground; Kutari finally beginning to be fed through the pain of others, though he regarded this as nothing more than an appetizer, jumping for a real meal. With some more words exchanged as the girl was now on the ground, he began to walk away to leave it there, only angering the Uchiha, filled with emptiness and longing for chaos. He felt teased, hurt that the boy hadn’t carried on with his onslaught, housing no particular favorite in this squabble but instead favoring the act. His blood rushing and wishing to relieve himself of his excitement, Kutari was close to intervening on his own selfish accord until the girl rose. Both males mistaking her for being out of commission, one of which regretting his lack of knowledge with haste as the other leaped in a deranged joy. Witnessing her expressions and movements, she was different from the rest of these imbeciles. The potential within her was as bright as day: the lust to combat and annihilate your opponent, the endurance and motivation to rise upon such a recent injury, jumping to action to connect with a powerful fist without any hesitation to severely damage her opponent. It was all such a treat, glad he decided to visit the grounds on such a casual night, his smirk clear as day. As the two were occupied with one another Kutari closed the distance between them, wanting a much more personal view of the feud. Able to see the wound the boy received better, her punches lacking any form of weakness, fortified in a canister of might based upon the severity of his blackened cheek. Kutari reminiscing on the sweet sound of a slap across the fast, bone and flesh being battered and manipulated. Such a great sound indeed.


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The heightened voice this girl expressed was wild and empowering, showcasing her current dominance over this foolish boy. Bashing him with question after question, convincing him through her own joy-like tone that continuing this battle would be hopeless for him as he chose the wrong one to mess with. Her following words were like music to Kutari’s ears, her fire able to easily ignite a tropical forest, desecrating any opposing forces which questioned the hierarchy of the new queen. Applying a brute and relentless attack, her character intriguing Kutari more. Who was this girl and where did she originate from? She was one of the special cases, which Kutari more then ever enjoyed. Though at the same time, Kutari wondered if she was fully mad; lost within a sea of loving calamity, unable to keep her composure and mind intact. No, she seemed too young to have honed such a necessity, at least for the people like themselves. Though Kutari possessed similar feelings as she expressed currently, he was also mindful and likely cool about it all, knowing he could be lax while overjoyed at the same time. For a moment, the thought of guiding this girl crossed his mind, a thought Kutari had never came across before, typically more worried about himself. Was he really the guiding the type? Though he began to consider more, he was instantly snapped back into the fight before him with a definite attention, his closer view giving him more to notice and catch on. A dog near...No, a girl pretending to be nothing more than a dog, as she copied the typical sounds dogs would express in the form of barking, unknowing to Kutari the boy and his pathetic attempt to talk back to his owner was completely overshadowed by his recent thoughts. It seemed she began to mimic a dog of some kind, her actions in obvious bewilderment, had she gone mad? The girl nothing more than toying with her pet, mimicking the obnoxious animal’s cry; keeping her new dog in check. Though this act only proving what Kutari believed earlier, witnessing her eyes and their rabid intent.

She needed work though the potential was quite obvious. Her stance and even disadvantageous footing was all off, and he knew that she’s had some sort of combative background due to her previous work on the training dummy. She’s lost it from what it seemed, her own lack of true growth being a product of her emotions and judgement. His smirk evaporating long ago as he cut the shenanigans and actually got serious, becoming more of a participant in this battle then a spectator. Not one to analyze with the intent to help, these actions being a great rarity in itself as he would typically act like her during such a time. The physical battle continuing, she was an aggressive fighter, one who made movements based upon bets rather then safety. Kutari wondered whether or not she was always like this, or the adrenaline getting to her. Despite missing her punch and falling into a difficult position which left her wide open, she should of been hit with his follow up attack if it weren’t for an unexpected movement from her knee to stop his attack. Watching the attack, it was nothing close to luck, being calculated and lacking the wild nature she embodied. His face stern, revealing the curiosity which itched his skin followed by a whiff of approval. Then he saw it, her eyes becoming bright white with pulsing veins visible on her face,  seeming to originate from her optics. It was clear from that if anything, a person’s eye color doesn’t just naturally change in a matter of seconds, exposing the hidden gene within her. Some sort of kekkei genkai, similar to Kutari’s in being a change in the eyes, curious as to whether or not she had more abilities. Was the ability some sort of heightened senses like his? Or maybe completely different, bestowing an increased vision. The senses being a high unlikely, her movements too perfect and knowing of the perfect calculation to hit, unlike his which increased his reaction and ability to pick up on what he was able to visible see. There was more to her ability, and Kutari was eager to know what exactly it was.

Her movements changed entirely, as if her eyes bestowed an entity who was more calculated and aware to take place in her steed. Such a sudden change in her demeanor, prepared to battle and end this fight of they were involved in. This supposed promise she spoke of causing her motives to be different. Who was she really? The question was hidden in the back of his mind as she witnessed her break down the opponent. Showing to him how inferior he was compared as he couldn’t land a single punch or kick, the fear he was experiencing already being a terminal factor to his lost. Four strikes in, the final being lights out - however not entirely being the case. Ironically being the opposite, as light expressed itself from the girls ending palm and established itself like an explosion which propelled the both of them away from the impact. An unexpected turn of events which left the two of them immobile. It was safe to say the battle had ended there, as Kutari stood still to see if any movement would come between the two. The boy having not even a twitch, out for the count. Though the girl seemed to be at least twitching, asking her body to grant her the strength to move. This attack was in no way intentional, hurting her in the process.

The way she acted suddenly left her with a much more aware mind that looked to end her opponent, not herself. The girl from before those white eyes showed up would of pulled such a stunt. We walked over towards the boy who was closest to him at the time, being an easy distance away thanks to the explosion. Checking him over strictly through visuals, he witnessed the now tattered clothing he worn and deteriorated body. How lethal her abilities seemed, as this attack propelled them both backwards and influenced enough space to be even visible up to the air around them, not being a more concentrated force applied. For this reason in fact, the boy would live as the attack escaped the air holes between the girls palm and the boys chest, cracking away with haste to cause the explosion to escape the confinements of her palm before fully taking place. Not only that but due to the age of those two it would of been easier projected, though for this reason the boy was still in critical condition. Aware of the necessity of medical attention and the life threatening situation, Kutari would walk around him, even stepping over his body as if some sort of rock in his way. His interests lying on the girl ahead of him, this boy picking the wrong fight and needing to pay for the consequences. Besides, Kutari was fully aware their were still faculty around the facility and that explosion incorporated quite some sound, especially given how late it was at night. There would be little forgiveness between children fighting amongst one without proper consent by the wardens based upon how developed they were along their curriculum, the damaged products of those allowed outside would surely be beaten. As he gained an interest in this girl, his intentions shifted. People would arrive soon enough, if the boy was lucky he’ll make it though Kutari had no interest to aid in such a necessity.


Walking over to the girl with a cool ease, he could already tell the girl was out cold. Likely passing out soon after the explosion. As to be expected he supposed, she was a kid after all. Her body damaged and clothes failing to be spared. She fought well and terrible at the same time, Kutari witnessing the shifting personalities only seconds ago. Squatting down beside her, he would reach for one of her eyelids somewhat casually, aware of how soon reinforcements would arrive. Manipulating her eyelid to fully expose the eyeball, he would see only a yellow iris. Proving what he saw and making sure he wasn’t imagining it all, though he hadn’t doubt himself. Only wanting to be sure his excitement from before wasn’t premature, this girl was special indeed. He would pick her up with a hefty lift and plop her on his shoulder, her head resting on his upper back. With no word, he would dart off into the night as the mist began to intensify, aiding him in his escape undetected.

The travel was short and sweet, the girl expressing no intent to awaken or question where he was taking her. Say two minutes away from the facility as he traversed the woods, it being a moderate amount of speed moving while aiming to remain undetected to arouse suspicion.  Finally stopping, he arrived at an apartment nearby, utilized by the facility for their desires as a safe haven of sorts. The wardens would take their time to relax and enjoy each others company, though at times it could be considered an outhouse for scenarios like this, a place to stake out and wait for time to pass. However in due time he was gifted this place as it became rundown and weakened in integrity, it showed little purpose and was weak to hold onto, however it could benefit giving him such a place to reside within. Though what was truly his home, feeling as if he was an oddity in the most important aspects to consider valid and knowing. At times Kutari would actually stay at this home, a warden to be not having to reside within the cells any longer at the facility and terrible conditions, pampered and beloved for his overwhelming skills. Entering the building, he made sure to move with haste as he wasn’t trying to get caught in such an act. Reaching this haven with ease due to the time of night likely, he opened the door quickly, exposing a short hallway leading to what seemed to be an open space, the only thing visible at the door frame angle being a clear curtained window. To his left upon opening the door would be another door which led into an average sized room sheltering a bed and other valuables. Though this girl wasn’t getting such a luxury for his help, going down the corridor and reaching what he knew as his living room. The room difficult to see without the moonlight which invaded the property Kutari owned, neglecting the privacy which he currently needed. A white chair would be stationed in front of the window itself, tilted off from an angle. The room included a faded gray leather couch - fitting the pasty coloring scheme of the entire apartment - situated to the left of the window at Kutari’s position. A wooden oval table would be in front of the couch with no items on top of it. Little decorations or personalizing pizazz were featured within his living area, being a rather bland and lonely environment. The kitchen which connected to this living room was spotless and well taken care of, but followed such a deathly theme.

The boy would walk on the side of the table which occupied no couch, laying the girl on the mahogany flooring. She was still knocked out and seemed as if she wouldn’t wake up in a bit of time, allowing Kutari to improvise. Setting a plan in action to get the results he desired, hotfixing his environment to accompany his wishes if necessary. Having such materials as he kicked into gear formulating his plan into reality, a ruthless mind occupying an unknown space, possibly being dangerous for such a girl. Though hopefully the metal wouldn’t be too painful if his hypothesis fell apart. It would be fun after all, something to laugh about in the future, a game in appropriate terms. He would fiddle around with his living room to give off the correct environment as the game master, allowing sleeping beauty to be the epicenter of his carnival.


Once the stage was set with the triggers, wiring and tipped objects it was only a matter of time before his show would began, the sadistic leader of the carnival anticipating his fun to begin. Until then he would have to wait. For a moment, he brought out a book he was in the midst of reading regarding war tactics and it’s appliance to life. Though if too much time passed, say an hour, he would begin to fiddle with her to make the girl wake up. He was no medic though he respected the craft, despite it seeming to be not as effective on his body. Therefore he resolved to barbaric tactics to wake the girl up, such as poking her face and shaking her shoulder. If these attempts wouldn’t work, he’d gladly begin lightly slapping the girls face to wake up, before ultimately dumping cold water on her face if need be, something that should surely awaken her from her unconscious state. Exercising patience with a leveled head, he would get back to reading as he enjoyed every second of this novel. A foreign creaking and swinging sound the cool evening air had never presented before in his apartment.

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The Uchiha would poke the girl’s face, a festering irritation behind his motives. He was fed up with her continuing to be knocked out and asleep from the previous fight to be had, disappointed that one of the children in the facility would stay out for so long. She was such a mystery after all. Waiting long enough, he wished to see this slumbering girl awaken from her current predicament. Intensifying his actions of arousing her consciousness through the different levels of physical touch, fully willing to splash cold water on the girl with a need to get this over with. Having her lie on his living room floor was indeed a taxing phenomenon he no longer wished to deal with, especially due to the home improvements he made to shelter this girl for his cause. Though it would take little time as he began to poke her that she finally twitched her eyes and began to awaken, marking the beginning of what could be her personalized hell or an invitational salvation. It put a small spark in the consistently empty heart of this boy as he finally had some real entertainment to attend to, hoping she would provide him with the fun and answers he willingly awaited for this entire time, assuming he could of woken her up long before as the situation was quite bad for her.

He would rise from his once crouching position as he now saw the girl began to awaken, moving ever so slowly as he analyzed the girl and her awakening senses, expecting some sort of shock and fear to run across her face, though likely instead housing a paranoia and defensive output from the sudden change in scenery. The girl having a heart filled with fury though Kutari unsure how far this fury went and how long it lasted, if it was just a shroud of lies to invoke an unrealistic confidence from a typically fearful girl. His facial expressions remained deadpan and aloof as he stared at the child, a lost sight of weariness and heartache residing within his golden eyes as they slightly glimmered within the shady atmosphere.

Watching the girl sit up slowly as he towered over her, Kutari allowed the girl to get accustomed to her body once again and most importantly her new surroundings. The body simply being injured from her recent explosive attack, her mental probably running rampant as she’s now encountered a new foe and obstacle being this room. Only able to imagine the amount of fear that was climbing each second at the situation at hand, after all she was only a child. Around her age, Kutari can’t even fathom how he would have  been put in this scenario as he was of a higher class then this fool, though such a comprehension settling Kutari back to his reality, having experienced exactly what he’s devised as a kid, being taken and forced into a new life against his will, structuring him to be the man he was to this day without a home or family. Luckily for this girl, he wasn’t as cruel in a way as he truly wished to escape the grasp of his captors, and willing to recruit her into a life of bloody slavery, though he wondered if she would of did well in his role, already possessing the ferocity necessary to please such fiends. Becoming sidetracked, he only just returned back to the situation at hand as she studied the room around her, aware now that soon it would be his time to act; ignoring the girl’s attempt to analyze his face, giving no emotion for the girl to perceive other then a distant stare.

Looking over her hand as she seemed to recognize the damage which was caused due to her explosion, it was only a matter of time before she talked, expecting a heightened voice and quickening pace from her words due to the shock. It being understandable to awaken in say a hospital bed or even the fields she knocked out on, but such a setting being unfitting and more then alarming. Finally breaking the silence in the room, she began with a question about her current location, carrying a soft and relaxed tone contrasting the vocal intensity he expected her to have, only proving that she wasn’t some fool. The girl understood her situation and knew it could mean the end if she played her cards incorrectly, a fact Kutari respected she comprehended so quickly. Seeking a way to enter her mind and logically decipher her thoughts, he assumed she was searching for some way out and to come out unscathed. Though the faint sound of tethered wire due to the cool air seeping through the room would vocally express why she couldn’t leave without providing answers, a noise Kutari repositioned himself before happening as he swiftly crouched once again to meet the girl eye level from her current position. A hardened gaze would leak intentionally as he seemed to look past the girl, burrowing deep into her eyes to witness what was happening within. His face stern and oppressing, eyes squinted heavily as he lustfully searched for some point of interest to grasp, the yellow iris bulging ever so slightly though having a dull contrast. As he squatted down to her eye level, his hands rested atop his knees as they perked up slightly, awaiting some sort of physical attack from her lowered hands to easily counteract if she so wished to make such a move. He centered his gravity to easily handle his own weight and finalize the balance necessary to hold off any sudden forces from her position, able to reposition nimbly if he needed to do so. Somewhat hoping the girl had some foolish thought to oppose him, willing to quickly set her back in place and go on with his intentions, though this was simply a countermeasure taken if she tried anything.

His sudden movements would likely stop her from analyzing the room any further as he was now only a few feet away from her face, invading her personal bubble. Attempting to catch her eyesight in his so he could gather her attention, though his following words would likely snap her back to focus on him as he left no more room for games, her words activating the necessary events to take place. He cared little for what she asked, feeling no need to entertain her wishes and questions, instead focusing on why they were there currently. His vocal folds expressing a warm yet tenor traited sound, talking smoothly and clear to properly get his point across.

“I’ll make this quick; I expect you to comply. As I look at you now, your eyes seem to be yellow unless I suddenly became confused upon what coloration is. So I have a question for you…”

His pause was short yet expected, an attempt to recollect her attention at the likely dissociation in his words as she realized he knew what she could do. Adding to the tension that swiftly formulated and continued to rise. Though not one to drag out the inevitable, he spit it out as he hated beating around the bush.

“Why do your eyes turn white, and how much can you truly see?”

Addressing the elephant which was now present in the room head on, he expected an answer to come quickly. This wasn’t a question that needed time to think about and answer, she knew her own body and it’s abilities, vocally expressed as she knew she activated this dojutsu of hers. He had little patience to wait upon the girl and allow her to buy time to come up with a story, taking advantage of her shock and daze from recently awakening. If she forced his hand with a lack of information and compliance, he would happily force hers as they would dance together as one would have to tire out of their interests. Though Kutari having the upperhand as he tailored the place to benefit him, knowing the ins and outs of this apartment of his. It was up to the girl if she wanted to make this short and easy, or drag it out only causing her pain and suffering. As he watched her intently from his still position, he gave only moments for her to answer, watching her still body at a hint of any sudden movements. The door leading out already locked and all surrounding doors closed as well. Knives and utensils stored away in the kitchen behind him, any form of a weapon out of plain sight. It was time to truly see how much she valued this little secret of hers, and if she was worth working with.

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Kutari would listen intently after reaching the climax of his spill, expecting her cooperation and to give away the secret it seemed she recently wished to protect. Still crouching at eye level, he would try to perceive the emotions which resided within this girl before him, alongside trying to sketch what exactly she was thinking upon understanding his intentions. Having little desire to drag out this encounter which he allowed to invade his home, no tea or orderly hosting was presented for this girl as he hoped her stay wouldn’t be too long, able to go about the end of this day and beginning of a long night for the boy which he’s grown familiar with daily. As he watched her, he would see a sudden sparkle in her eye, as if a light bulb shot on with the instinctive realization of the position she was in, though it happened before he could finish the end of his spill. A feeling similar to appreciation would come from Kutari, as he was pleased to see the girl was no fool, so far as calling her “bright” due to comprehending the situation so easily. Though he couldn’t be sure if she fully understood what he was asking before he finished stating his demands, the look in the girls eyes seemed to describe she had such knowledge and comprehension. For a girl so young and seemingly rambunctious, she sure did know how to handle her composure in foreign situations, as if knowing such a day as this one were to come, causing Kutari to question how special she was truly with that uncommon dojutsu of hers.

He would rise slowly upon finishing his speech and seeing the black haired girl understand the situation at hand, his job complete as he now needed to wait for an answer before he could go about the steps to carry out the rest of his night. The night air lightly trimmed across the exterior objects of the room, cooling the counters and cushion which laid motionless in their respective positions. The air danced across the heatened skin of the two only two living specimens present, surrounding by an entourage of cold shouldering objects that lacked any direct sense of emotion and pleasure, the closest thing to happiness being in the functionality of it’s desired roles upon creation. Funny how such a boy would choose to have little representation of life inhabit his personal space, not even plants or animals to lighten the mood of this typically deathly environment. A question of his own lack of competence to take care of another life, or maybe even being a greater statement he chooses to never vocally express, or even simply because he wasn’t a fan of cats or dogs. The answer behind the plethora of questions that could be asked very well may not exist, the one inhabiting this isolating world choosing to share a little about himself, making others wonder what went on inside his head? None could be said to understand Kutari, a bittersweet truth he’s come to understand and accept, launching himself in a down spiral of darkness that only he could live within and prosper. Since it being tailored to his identity, no one else could live there based on his upon what he believed to be true, soon enough the girl present here would have to leave as she invaded his property, a kind gesture upon the one who caused the same pain and suffering which embodied this very room.

Alas, despite the girl’s wit and observant demeanor, she was quite brash and obnoxious with her words. Clearly speaking the situation at hand regarding the knowledge he and possibly the boy she defeated earlier knew about. She held a confidence despite her current situation that irked Kutari, either oblivious to how powerful he truly was or having a false representation of her own reserves, she bashed around and rebelled against Kutari’s words as if they were nothing more than toilet water. Though she rested upon a question that intrigued Kutari, in the way of her wording and tone as she inquired about the status of this boy who could very well be alive. She held no sense of guilt or asking of forgiveness, words slimy rolling off the tongue as if a snake nonchalantly described the memory of strangling a dead aunt moments before informing you. The slippery way she seemed to recognize the facts, it being no real threat to her as long as that boy was dead. For a moment, Kutari had to wonder if this was some sort of threat to his own life, making a commonality between the two boys and trying to invoke some sort of fear out of the other perishing thanks to knowing about her secret. Hinting that she could do the same to Kutari as she did to that foolish boy back there, who likely laid dead at this point. She was quite the girl to be around, sly and ruthless in her own right.

 Of course, Kutari cared little about the boys fate, being dead or alive. It was almost laughable that she would ask such a question from him, out of all people why would Kutari care about such a weak individual? Not only weak, but a fool hoping to punk the strong, believing himself to be above her. No, his fate was of little importance, it being a numerical value of deaths he’s witnessed in his lifetime, and will continue to for the rest of his days. He was nothing more than a statistic. Kutari was inclined to answer the girl, telling her how such a result didn’t bother him as much as it would to others, though he knew doing as such would only cause the topic to change to other matters. This girl was no fool, being a possible ploy to deviate from what really mattered. Kutari was much smarter then that, almost to a fault. 

Another moment of silence would fall between the two as Kutari towered over her, waiting for an answer he could at least believe as he already broke down the possible abilities of her dojutsu. He thought for a moment she would finally reveal the truth, until she went on about Kutari informing her about the fate of this academy student at a later time. As if they were some pals wishing to share a memorable laugh, something Kutari in no way agreed to. He didn’t know this girl, he had no one he could call a true friend. Thinking in such a way after waking up in this hostile scenario came off as a stall for time, wishing to try and think up something reasonable. Despite this, he waited intently as he broke little eye contact. The way she talked was like a person being broken, pushed so far over the edge there was no coming back from it. The lighthearted way she spoke of death somewhat reminded him of himself, back when he was younger at least. Or more so, how he perceived death and the world at such an age, never trusting others with his words and thoughts. It came to a point where Kutari saw quite clearly she wasn’t acting out these feelings to throw him off. The same way she spoke and acted back when he watched her fight, she was a case to be handled with care.

As she threw her hands up in what could be seen as a white flag, Kutari grew with irritation as she obviously did so to mock Kutari. At what point would she stop playing these games and wasting time? Coming off as trying to stall for some sort of rescue, it became apparent to the boy she was in fact young. Deceivingly playful, whilst mocking the intelligence of all those around if given the chance. Though it was an act that caused Kutari annoyance and a wish to end this talk, he hoped she finally decided to give up the act and tell him the truth. Though what she said next was nothing he would of expected. Talking highly of herself as being “the secret weapon for Yomo,” he had to wonder how huge of an ego this girl truly possessed. After all, Kutari would likely fit the bill more in that scenario, especially given how pampered he’s been throughout his presence there.  Instead of a joking laugh, he looked at her as if she was nothing more than a fool, slightly up-shifted eyebrows and tired eyes looking down, the cool mug he wore suggested little interest in trying with her any longer, being fed up with this talk. The secret weapon of Yomo, willing to give up such a classification so easily, being even more easy to abduct. The facility sending no units to retrieve this “secret weapon” as she was allowed to roam around freely at night, capable of running away at any moment when she wasn’t as nearly “conditioned” as Kutari. Did she really think she was a secret weapon? Possibly playing on again, that must be it. Trying to undermine Kutari and make him think incorrectly of what was truly going on. The other case being he wasted his time and she’s nothing more than a fool with an interesting bloodline. The thought of her bloodline being the only thing not keeping him from ending this conversation on his own terms, ignoring that self-proclaiming title to allow her some time to actually get to what’s important. He wondered if she even gave any thought at all to the situation at hand, that one sentence completely discrediting all that she unknowingly built up in Kutari’s image of her.  Her priority to the facility obviously being not much of a priority. It was sad in his own rights, the interest in her was plummeting at an alarming rate, sinking back into the bored expression he always gives being the reality upon his thoughts of her. Once intrigued by her presence and wishing to find out more, at the end it was nothing more than a false assumption. Or at least so it seemed at that moment.

With an expressful smile, the girl seemed to finally take on the boy regarding his interests in her powers. A rather direct approach after her many indirect actions leading up to this point, Kutari was not one to push away what he was waiting for all this time. Seeing it as an opening unlike any other to fully see what he was waiting for. He still held the face of a bored observer, an audience member attending a tired jester running out of jokes and time, his interest moving to other topics. As the girl finally unearthed the very skill he’s waited so long to see, witnessing the physical change of the iris color scheme, alongside the fluctuating of veins around her eyeballs, the boredom escaping his own eyes failed to cease its productivity. The Byakugan. Watching intently as she rose slowly to meet him, though falling short by some feet and inches, the girl took too long playing her continuous games. So long in fact, Kutari’s interests dwindled down, a switch turned off, especially after the proclaimed weaponry of her existence and purpose to the facility’s resolve. Though one truth she at least held dear was the truth of her eyes, being special unlike many others. At this point, it would be nice to test out the true capabilities of her powers on his own terms, bored by the continuous flattery of words she handled, even now speaking that whilst blind she can see all. The last blind girl he came across lacking such characteristics of being all seeing, though he understood her figure of speech he couldn’t believe it until he saw it. Settling on his initial plan of provoking the girl to be the best route of action.

He watched her with his typical expression of chill, ones that would cause unease towards those happy and jolly folk worldwide. His hands beside his waist, he looked into the girls eyes as hers looked at his. The eye contact between the two unwavering, he supposed it was about time for the games to begin. The only thing being physical altered would be the eyes and the veins surrounding as such, as if boosting the typical capabilities of what all she could see. For this reason he knew right off the bat any signs of sound would come off normal to her, including smell and even touch. Only what she saw, or more so how much she could see would be what all is affected. Housing his persona, it was time to allow the games to begin as he smirked devilishly, insisting on provoking this already riled girl more as a sort of goodwill for what was to come.  The tension in the air ready to unwind and let loose it’s intended trajectory after staying still for so long, wishing to carry out its purpose upon creation. As he stepped back at a normal speed as if walking backwards, he would drive through the resistance being handled on his heel. The metallic wire having the shortest amount of endurance as it’s expected to be, after all it was devised to be tripwire. Upon doing so, he vocally foreshadowed to the girl the games which were to begin, looking forward to seeing how far this power of hers could go. Wearing a mask of pure insanity as he spoke, inciting the will to live within her and to prevail from this coming danger.

“Let’s see how much you can see then, unless you wish to end up like that boy.”

Instantly, as if working alongside his words, the traps would be revealed in the night filled room as several sounds whistled throughout the room. As if an arrow shooting off from the care of a bow, projectiles would soar with a mellow screech, each one mimicking the other as the makings were similar. The entire room tampered with to provide Kutari with the necessary experimental value for his own ideal conclusion, wiring and string attached to each weapon with enough kinetic energy in it’s tight fastening to shoot out as if thrown with a constant speed and trajectory. Similar to the way he trains daily, it wasn’t too difficult to setup after all, putting another in these conditions would be a breeze. Five in total, the shuriken masked by the dimly lit room as it not only blended in with the surrounding colors, but lack of brightness and color would cause someone relying simply on visuals to fail seeing the exact location of each shuriken. It could be said one hearing the whistling sound of the air waves scratching alongside the metallic uniform can know the general direction of each shuriken and how to avoid them, though that would be difficult due to the setup of this trap. A living room of that size (having close to no objects to personalize each sound and its surroundings) would ricochet the sound of the shuriken loosely throughout the walls, causing a distorted sound that would be hazardous to properly decipher where what is coming from, from how far and what direction. The only escape of this sound coming from the open window, though the amount of shuriken wading through the air and producing such a noise would overthrow that small outlet. Essentially, cutting off the visual and auditory senses to defend oneself until close range(it may being too late for then), at least to the inexperienced ear. 

Once modified to attack the girl who was still sitting up, now she was standing and therefore would be off somewhat, though it mattered little as they still would manage to hit the mark. Kutari would be aware of the first shuriken coming from behind her, therefore the direction he faced, now aiming at her lower back. The second, to her left, would be aimed at her upper thigh region. The third to her right, aligned to her knee/upper calf region. The fourth would actually come from above, centered atop of her skull if it connected properly. The fifth well, would come from behind again, the same area potentially being hit if no movements were presented, intended to test whether her evading the first was just luck or truly some ability to see all directions. He would watch these shuriken flying towards her, all a risk to her health and even her life, though one of these shurikens due to alignment and gravity would be less of a threat, and much more difficult to properly fasten as well. All intended to travel at the same constant speed with the special case of physics being an issue for one, though it would be her ace in the hole if she was truly lying, avoiding an untimely death. Though she wouldn’t know that, this secret being Kutari’s alone, one he wasn’t so sure he was proud of. It was up to the girl now whether her abilities were what she said they were to actually avoid this issue. Otherwise getting in a world of pain. He watched her with an analyzing expression, wishing to see her next moves and how she’ll go about this problem. Expecting some sort of hostile nature during or after this all ends, and expecting a small skirmish to come about, he not being too far away from her to get involved in close combat. His hands already behind his back as he positioned them there upon stepping backwards to trigger this trap, it was up to her where she wished to take this now. Kutari fully knowing it would take more than simply seeing these objects to know there direction, needing an alteration in the visual prowess to actually identify the contrast in colors of what would be moving and idle. Otherwise she might as well be staring into darkness as they were currently, midnight hue aiding Kutari’s sight more as he was influenced by the window better than this girl who was farther away from the window, therefore lacking the visual support she could really use at this moment. Waiting for something to happen, he watched with interest to see her movements and any necessary action to be taken.

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After attempting to fake a heightened bloodlust to instigate the girls will to escape this situation and possibly even the crazed mentality he witnessed before, his face would fall back into a blank stare, not one to keep up the charades and wishing to put them to an end. He would reside back into his docile facial pattern of spectating, wanting to see what all she would do. How her bloodline abilities allowed her to see all that was visually and audible against her, alongside witnessing her own way of handling sudden hostile natures and properly anticipating them for her own survival. Though unaware to him at the moment, he was acting more and more like an instructor rather an experimenter, wishing to test this child and see her full rain of capabilities. Despite it still being a sort of experiment in the end, the idea of being an instructor loosely entered his mind, realizing the truth of the situation vaguely. However, he quickly shook the thought out of his head, as he wished to see how she would handle herself and the shuriken making their way towards her. He knew without a doubt she could escape it unscathed, after witnessing the way she moved before on the field. It was a rather simple trap actually, one that he could handle with relative ease as long as he had the coordination and evasive capabilities. The shuriken aimed to the skull would actually be a bit slower than the rest, being a difficult task to properly tighten the wire to produce the correct amount of speed which matched the other shuriken whilst balancing the shuriken to properly go off once indicated by the tripwire. It being the outlier in terms of physics, its spiral down from a once station position from the angle it was working with would cause it to rotate slower than the rest of the shuriken that were aimed at her non-vital organs. The size and balance of the weapon would be its own downfall at such a position, lacking the right grounding to wrap the wire, and unbalance fortitude to create momentum without some third party force to start the descent, which would in fact build up overtime to be more devastating thanks to gravity. However, the time it would take to reach the girl’s skull from the height of the ceiling wouldn’t be enough to take full advantage of this law. Therefore lagging behind the rest.

Despite Kutari’s extreme methods of testing the limits of her special ability and her relative skill frame, he devised this trap with lethality in mind. Though subconsciously, the ceiling shuriken was made to not only create a sense of fear if she was really able to see it, understanding how serious the situation was, but to also be an ace in the hole if things were to go bad. Somehow Kutari’s hypothesis of what the dojutsu this girl possessed could do being wrong, and she unaware entirely of the shuriken aiming to puncture her skull from above, surely damaging the parietal and frontal lobes of the brain. In the case of this misunderstanding, Kutari would have jumped out to catch the shuriken before then, able to realize due to the lag between the other shuriken and the outlier if he was correct about his hunch. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but this girl was different from the rest, having a personality and ability that was unorthodox, only intriguing the boy. Though he was bored up to this point, surely things would kick off and he would really get to see how this girl moved, and her own thoughts coming to light.

It was all meant to go to plan, though Kutari made one simple mistake. He overestimated the girls physical capabilities, it either being her lack of skill or confidence in the success in dodging these shuriken. Having been trained at a surreal age, and then enlisted into a world of hell involving nonstop training and psychological abuse, it hadn’t come across to Kutari the limits this girl may possess, only able to use what he experienced as a reference point. Expecting her own skills to be miles ahead of what she would go about displaying, as she willingly took the brute of the shurikens she could, alongside calling out from where they would arrive. Sure that she could and would dodge every shuriken that was displayed, it was a huge miscalculation on Kutari’s part. One he could care less for happening, having little interest in her health as he was willing to put her in this completely deranged situation. But a miscalculation nonetheless, as his eyes grew with shock, popping open and displaying the sclera more clearly. ‘Was she really unable to dodge these attacks, or trying to prove a point’ he would think in his head, almost trying to make up for his own error with a possible assessment. Who wouldn’t want to avoid an attack that could damage them? She had to have lacked the skill to do as such, otherwise her own pain on top of the recent explosion would be intensified.

Watching with as much detail as he could, observing this lab rat of his, he watched the girl speak of the whereabouts of the first shuriken aimed at her back, speaking in a gentle tone despite the pain that was to surely come. The blade would make contact with her skin, though not the back as he once intended for it to do so, instead hitting the palm of her already damaged arm, deciding to add upon the already injured arm in hopes of sparing the less bruised. An interesting choice of actions, as she had the resilience and drive to take up such a typically scary thing to do. Though she wasn’t the typical girl across the field anymore, as he once thought not too long ago. The impact would scream throughout the room as it made its presence clear, intertwining with the exterior flesh of the girl as it drove its way through the layers of skin. It of course lacked the aptitude to soar completely through her palm, instead sticking to the palm itself as it protruded oddly outside her hand, fusing with the skin to become apart of her now. Likely the nerves and sensory system of her body not liking this one bit, retaliating in madness as the forces only would just begin, this carnival of bloodshed serving an appetizer for the cells in her body. Wishing to fatten the bodily cells with anticipation before feasting upon them, driving away what was once formulated in a stiff peace.

The second came with the same protocol, first the girl would call out the direction of the attack, before sacrificing another body part to take the blow from the weaponized tool. Now using her kneecap, acting with movements to offer the least amount of vital body parts for her cause of survival, and to likely prove a point. While also making sure her body was likely mobile in the end, in case she had to utilize her motor capabilities. She never swaying from making eye contact with Kutari, as he took in this entirety of a show.

The attacks would continue, though the third not quite hitting its mark as she was able to shift and avoid the impact entirely, due to being unable to take anymore pain, or actually keeping in mind the other shuriken that were coming her way. No, not keeping in mind, as she was able to easily see where each shuriken was despite the lack of sufficient light and proper sound. The shuriken would pass by entirely as she moved correctly to avoid it, now ending up making contact with the low top table that was just to the left of the girl. The shuriken above she decided to take a hit as well, though he wasn’t sure why. Feeling as if properly analyzed, it could have been accurately avoided and maybe even grabbed with enough skill and sight at hand. Though it was her choice, waiting for this array of attacks to end, the seemingly endless seconds passing by as he wished to jump with amusement. She was more interesting, having her own mind and method of deciphering the best actions to take. This was one case of a human he loved to spectate, his race continuing to prove to be intriguing to the very end. He watched as the girl called back the shuriken from behind, internally rooting her on as he didn’t want the enjoyment to end, though knowing it would soon stop. Though she did an interesting move, instead of taking the blow with her bad arm again, she instead went with the good arm as if willing to sacrifice it. An odd way of moving, if this entire time she had planned to move and take damage in the least threatening spots that wouldn’t hinder her motor abilities and pain upon moving. If anything she might as well use that bad arm again, it being a very weird setup. This entire dance of deceiving shuriken and taking blows to bone and never fully unguarded tissue that wasn’t already damaged. Though hearing the puncturing sound upon impact, it still a topic of interest, as one wouldn’t just hang their hands behind the back after being fully assaulted and threatened. A topic he would have to keep in the back of his mind, as he would watch as the parade concluded.

He would instantly see the girl begin to wince in pain, the bold actions she decided to showcase catching up to her, now writhing in pain from different locations. The heat of the moment simmering down, alongside the adrenaline which occupied that pain indicator. He would look at the face she displayed, painful and knowing of what she had just done. He cared little for her pain however, as it was apart of her own ploy. She decided to do this, that was all she wanted to get out of this situation at the moment, what else would be expected? He looked at her from above, watching the girl as she recovered from this realization of what just happened. He wanted to see if the girl had anything else to say, still holding his body positioning as he stood tall, looking her over. ‘What would happen now?’ he wondered. Looking over her face, he could only imagine the amount of hatred and resentment that clouded her mind. Almost wishing to listen in on it, being driven by this passion of hatred everyone seemed to share in. A symphony bathed in the innermost makings of pain, accompanying despair and regret. Her pain would make the boy smirk devilishly, agony in this form being a twisted form of his own joy. He appreciated every moment of it, seeing the extent of her feelings. A truth he wasn’t sure of being proud of, but having nonetheless.

The distance between the two was only a few feet, having been from Kutari initially being at eye level a foot from her face, and then backing up a few feet to properly start the tripwire. The window was able to aid the boy regarding his vision, as it worked to illuminate the area before him, the moon placed in the perfect spot at the time of night to benefit him. The silence between the two was dominating, as the girls almost inaudible movements of wincing would be the only thing to disturb it. That, and the sudden sound of unlodging between the two, as if something once stuck became unstuck, driven by a force with the intent to harm as it seemed. The sound would in fact radiate throughout the room, though due to the girls movements of unlodging the two shuriken simultaneously, alongside the opposite directions of the two, it was quite easy to decipher where it came from. Seeing the sudden shift of her arms as this happened, used to bring about the force necessary to extract the contents, it was clear what she was trying to do, fully able to see the girl as she was able to see him. That sound of sliding across an almost gooey texture(slightly at least), alongside the sudden thump and stop of the shuriken fully being extracted, with the body movements of the girl would only make a few assumptions to come. He was now on his guard, the idea of taking the blows making more sense, she was trying to attack him with his own weapons. A clever play on her part, but one he wouldn’t overlook. He needed a bit more fun in his life, it starting to grow boring in the safety of the facility. Some sudden attacks would always come in kind, welcoming it graciously. He unlocked his knees as they no longer should be resting, in case he needed to move suddenly. Slightly bending them for much quicker movement, though still holding his hands behind his back in case of emergency, specifically what she would try to do. Aware the girl was surely armed now, not being armed before as he checked during her unconscious state.

Suddenly, with a great gesture, she would move her arm as she swung it, unleashing the shuriken that were now aimed at Kutari, in hopes of finding a mark. At first, due to the lighting, the masked tint of the steel alongside the dimmed lights would cause a bit of visual distortion as he tried to time where and when the attack would reach. Already in a position to move upon intended, it was apparent upon the first reflection of metal sparkling in the air, due to the moonlight and the shiny exterior of his own shuriken, that it was aimed for his upper body. Growing with velocity and intensity as these shuriken had no intent to stay at a stagnant rate, not setup like a tripwire. It would only grow as the force thrown would cause it to do as such, and laws natural taking place. Though, the sparkle of metal as the shuriken began to encounter the moonlight that made its way into the room, now encountering much more of the scene, would give him the edge he needed. It still traversing the moonlight as it tried to hit its mark on the other side, Kutari would begin to duck, being a simple act which wouldn’t cost much effort. Enough to help him evade the shuriken as he bent his knees far enough to the ground that the shuriken would fly above his head, quite some inches away from reaching what would be intended to be his throat. A nice move, but Kutari was one to use his environments to his advantage, improvising upon something to take place, as no plan was 100%.

With this, the shuriken would never hit its intended mark, instead flying outwardly to land on the cabinets that made up the kitchen behind him, surely leaving a cut that the landlords wouldn’t too much appreciate in the future. He would look towards the shuriken now implanted on the cabinet wall, aware of the hostile nature of this girl and fully audible of his surroundings in case she tried anything else. Ready to speak about what she just did, in a way to playfully bash on the girls accuracy and attempt to kill him, he was shortly cut off by the sound of another shuriken being extracted. Did she plan to simply keep trying to fight him off by causing more blood to rain down his flooring? He turned swiftly back to watch the girl now and see where she would aim, only to find the girl now wielding the shuriken up to one of her eyes. Beginning to scream out of anger and what seemed to be fear, Kutari would take it all in as he watched from the lit shadows. As she spoke, it was more obvious of her voice not being made of fear and anger, lacking the shaky tone and feelings of uncertainty. No, she embodied what looked to be resolve and correction in what she felt, as she now spoke to him with an earnest intent she happily would oblige to complete. This girl would just continue with surprises, having quite the mentality of sacrifice for a greater purpose in mind as she moved and spoke.

It seemed she had enough of his antics. Asking of why she was in this room, put up in these instances, as if she was expecting some sort of answer regarding training or examining her. It seemed she really did believe she was a great weapon to Mr. Yomo, one Kutari never heard of before. But maybe she wasn’t as crazy as she once seemed before, as odd as the scenario sounded. To anyone else, the way she was acting with no information on the matter would be the exact reason why she could  be labeled as crazy. Though as he stared into her eyes, despite the shuriken that was surely in the way, he could tell she had some sort of truth behind it.

As she talked about the branding from the facility that Kutari had upon him though out of sight, an experiment for those who were seen as powerful candidates for the festivities, it was even more obvious how powerful her eyes really were. Maybe they were worthy of being labeled as a secret weapon, and if threatened by her Yomo would surely take care of that threat. Maybe she could be a useful asset to his inevitable escape, using her to his whim.

Kutari spoke, with a much more heightened voice. His own rising blood due to the coming events causing him to act as such, hinting at the mental state this boy held.  

“No please! Don’t do anything hasty. Mr. Yomo needs you and your power! You are the secret Weapon this facility needs to topple others. We can’t do it without you. Please calm down! What have I done...Can you forgive me?” He pleaded in a frantic manner, clasping his hands together and bulging his eyeballs with a slight squint to make it seem as if he was begging. He would frown his lips in agony and fear as they quivered slightly, wishing for the girl to stop her actions and calm down. His job being at stake here, even his life if this girl were to die due to his training going to such an extent. He would sink his face into his raised hands, after unlatching from what he had stored away, allowing his face to rest upon them. Backing up slowly as if he was staggering, unable to comprehend how far he went. Saddened and dismayed. He would still be able to hear everything around him, in fact his auditory senses heightened. He stood there, basking in his own foolishness as he tried to find a way to forgive himself.

“Is that what you were expecting me to say?”

A sudden voice, coming from Kutari. His hands parted away from the central point of his face, allowing his words to flow easily through the air to the girl. His once hunched back would return as his posture repositioned, as he slowly allowed his arms to latch free from its position and dangle beside him, a great weight passing. He’d stand up straight, looking intently at the girl who very well may still have the shuriken at eye level. His voice was once again stone cold, though with a much deeper tone as his chest resonated, a serious attitude coming in response to the once frantic act he played. His eyes, empty like a golden desert, housing no true care in the world as he now was done playing charades. Beginning to call Yomo without the honorifics as he cared little for the man in actuality.

“It was a good act, no? The facilities secret little weapon, being tested too far to the point of mental exertion so that you can dominate the field of its expertise. The proctor of this training begging for forgiveness, wishing to bask in the glory of raising the next weapon of destruction but being too hard on them. Asking for forgiveness as he never intended for this all to happen…”

Kutari would let out a sadistic yet pitying laugh, his face crazed as he stared in the distant wall in front of him, his charmingly evil smirk and erratic eyes that really showcased the madness that was beginning to flow.

“I wish I could have seen your face during it all, a moment to really savor in the mixed emotions that surely blossomed. Sadly I had to play my role in this act, otherwise with your perceptive little eyes the plan would be compromised. Did you feel a sense of relief? Joy that all of your worries and trauma in this short amount of time was released because you’re now being fondled by Yomo and his wardens? Should I have told you that boy you likely killed was apart of the plan, a way to start this little “training session? Always exceeding expectations with your own little dazzle of intriguing movements, your quite the specimen. But please, tell me please, how did it all feel!”

Asking question after question, he would now play the game she was so good at doing earlier during this encounter. Though he expected no answer, he only wished to show the maniac that was held deep within. Beating around the bush, though he included the methods of mocking her as he allowed his madness to truly roam free. It being a trait he acquired long ago, and had to hold onto. A byproduct of his misery. He was beginning to lose himself, embodying the persona he was taught to live by in order to survive, the mask sadly fusing with the person. Now, this was what was left, hidden by a lonesome and typical distance towards others.

He began to walk up towards her, with a casual pace as he knew there was no escape from this. A grin surfacing from his lips, exposing the white teeth he somehow retained after all he’d been through. Eyebrows stuck in a slanted position as his face recognized a love for killing. The maniac within was all but present, she just had to push a bit to really let it out. A foolish mistake on her part, one that she very well could regret. Watching her with every step, waiting for some movement as he now was calculating every movement she did, willing to take a much more hostile tone if she were to move a muscle inciting some form of attacking. He needed her to comprehend what all he was saying. He didn’t care about her questions, he knew she wasn’t strong enough to end this, and if she tried he would happily move to properly stop as such if the opportunity arose. Sliding behind his back with his right hand, and revealing a kunai stashed away within a pouch of his, exposing it for the girl to see as he began the walk towards her.

The sight was terrifying as he stepped into the moonlights influence. Bangs expressed deeply down his face, hiding the eyes as his wild form would be showcased even through his hair, a crazed grin followed by the slight exposure of yellow eyes glistening through the light where it would subtly hit his eyes(where the light could reach at least, due to the hair bangs). A kunai in his right hand, openly extended out as his elbow was bent, nearly touching  his ribcage, the hand almost dangling as the kunai was extended outwardly. Invoking the idea of fear as he looked to have the intent to kill. He would watch her with every millisecond, waiting for something to happen. Hoping it does, wishing to set her back in the place she deserved to be in. Trying to bark and bark, but having no bite. She was just as it seemed, copying a dog barking only a hour ago. Simply a phony, a copycat trying to play as if they were serious. He wanted her to listen very carefully as she was not allowed to speak, cutting her off if she tried to do so as his voice overpowered hers in volume now.

“How did it go again...Something along the lines of ‘Didn’t the other idiots tell you? Don’t you have fools to warn you? Will anyone come to save you?’”

As he mocked the way she spoke before, as he picked up on the gist of what she was trying to say during her rage, it now coming all around to bite her. She now picking a fight with Kutari first, deciding to try and threaten her own life, it being a means of protecting her in this situation. Though not in Kutari’s game, his world being twisted and cruel. He timed his mocking perfectly to be in front of her, as he raised the kunai to her throat, the tip directly stationed to easily pierce through. He looked at her with his feral nature, towering above her as his other hand was bent and active to pounce upon any sudden movements from her hands or even lower body if attempting.

“Tell me something, girl. Do you think I care about Yomo or this facility?”

He allowed a short pause to sink in, the girl to hopefully pick up on his demeanor and way of informing her what exactly was going on. Who he was, the position she was in, how to escape. Though he first wanted to establish the fact he cared little for Yomo, making her aware that whatever happened to her wasn’t much concern in the end to him, or how they recognized him. To understand there are people who actually loathe the facility though still inhabiting it. He continued on, uncaring about what her rebuttal if any would be. Hoping she’d read the situation now, as he could so easily puncture her throat with his kunai.

“You’re a smart girl. Being right about the assumption of your own death being inevitable if someone wanted it to be in this situation, or maybe even your eyes. Though some may find it more enjoyable to actually torture you first for information about the facility, those who want information on the combatants to better their own assassin units. However, that’s not what I’m here for quite frankly. Why you’re here. I don’t want your eyes, I can see perfectly with mine. So no, I’m not looking for you to prove your worth to this place based upon how quickly you can destroy your own eyes. Though, here’s a thought.”

He would allow his slithering words echoed throughout the room, a snake having easily caught its next prey. Implanting its venom within the prey as it would surely succumb to its effects, being born anew in a world of death. His manipulative voice reaching her easily, his voice simmering down as if a whisper, though still quite audible to be heard from a relatively short distance. As if inquiring about a “what if” moment, trying to see her thoughts on the matter. Inches between the two.

“If you were instructed to destroy your eyes upon being taken by the “enemy,” does that guarantee your safety in being rescued by the wardens you’re apparently praised by? Think about it, if you were to be taken, the precious little weapon suddenly snatched away, shouldn’t Yomo fight his hardest to retrieve you? If anything, it sounds like they’ll abandon you, letting your life dissipate in the sea of people they’ve already forsaken and abandoned, ignoring the loyalty you once swore to them. Isn’t it cruel? They use you until you have no more use, and do you away. If you have use and someone tries to take you, they do you away.”

Allowing that thought to sink in, he would now back away from her, stretching his arm out as the kunai was still to her neck, though after being a couple steps away from her he would allow the arm to go limp, returning to its rightful side and disintegrating the threat upon her life. He would look at her with a much calmer expression, hoping she’d at least see it from his point of view and recognize his moment of stepping away to give her the space she likely needed.

“So tell me, is that what you want? To be another product of Yomo’s onslaught, only to join the pile of corpses that only grow by the day. Or are you going to live on your own terms, for your own life expectancy, and grow strong enough to take care of yourself?”

The kunai was now being fiddled with as he did tricks with his own hand and the kunai, dangling it around and manipulating it through the webs of his fingers, even spinning it to balance on his hand alone. Becoming invested in his own game, he would allow time to lapse and for the girl to answer the main question being asked, alongside any other she may feel the need to do. Insisting that this was no longer a hostile environment, he took a much more lax stance as he loosened his shoulder, unlatched his fingers and joints, allowing a moment to unwind as he listened in to the girl and watched her subtly, the kunai being in straight eye sight of her. He didn’t intend to attack her, but in case she tried to rebel again he would need to keep her in check for his own cause. That of course, being what this world was built upon. The circus show would continue on as it was clear this fiasco wouldn't end any time soon, Kutari's blood would remain relaxed as he held no true interest or care for this scenario, however she was truly becoming a growing interest of his resolve. Could she aid him in his escape from the facilities? What was to gain from her problematic attitude if she were to somehow survive what would soon transpire. He would wait in anticipation for her resolve to come clearly to him, otherwise he would soon begin his final display as this game was dragging out. Though it would be blissful to continue his days and ignore his duties, surely soon enough the wardens caught up to the boy likely dead at that point, and they were searching for evidence and to find this apparent precious remedy that was more prioritized then even he.

WC: 5060
TWC: 14963

Claiming:
25% WC - 3750/3750 Ayasaka
25% WC - 900/900 Chained Scout
25% WC - 900/900 Chained Scout Mastered
25% WC - 1500/1500 Muscular Chakra Augmentation
25% WC - 2250/2250 Earth Dragon
25% WC - 1875/1875 Sage Transformation
25% WC - 1875/1875 Great Vortex
25% WC- 1875/1875 Mastery of Great Vortex

14925 WC Claimed in total here.

Looks good.


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