1 Take on the Graduating Class [B rank/private/nokill] Wed Jan 06, 2016 5:10 am
Fukai
D-rank
The underground stadium by the name of Koudo Sutajiamu. It was a place that Fukai had never been in before. A large cavern lit with fluorescent emerald stones that would make an impression on any beholder. He estimated that it was at least 100 metres across at it's largest point, but was hard to tell. He sat center stage on the main platform in the stadium. It was a large area built for fighting matches. The sort of matches that his clan was so proficient at, he knew that the Fantomusodo would love a place like this to carry out their tournaments. This particular rock platform had to be about thirty metres long and square in shape. The hard rock surface would give no mercy if one were to be dashed across it. To fall against it at any reasonable speed would result in a nasty bruise at least. Fukai sat in silence for the time being, his staff laying across his crossed legs. His posture was perfect as usual even while sitting. He gave the look of easy confidence, always on balance and comfortable. His lean and taught muscle was well maintained and flexible. He was in the best shape of his life, a specimen of strength and speed, a true athlete and fighter.
He perked his ears up to the sound of high pitched yapping coming from one of the entrance tunnels. This was probably what he was waiting for, the large young man mused. Today, he was assigned to teach the new genin how to fight. Or rather, how utterly powerless they were. Fukai had been interested in what exactly that could mean, his mind lingering on the thought. On his way down to the stadium, he realised what this mission was about. Each new genin had probably not been outside the village walls, knowing combat only through sparring with other classmates. No doubt they would have preconceived ideas on what it was like in a real battle, imagining scenes of heroism and awesomeness. Not realising the gorey reality would be a rude awakening for the kids if they were to uncover it in the field. He knew that some of the children also had some notion of hierarchy based on strength already in place. The more talented individuals would lord over the others and believe themselves to be pillars of strength that would undoubtedly rise to become the Tsuchikage or one of the Monoliths. Fukai was here to cut them down to size, pruning the tall poppies. He was here to show them exactly how weak and powerless they really were. This would hopefully stimulate their growth as well as put things into perspective. It also didn't hurt to put a little fear into them, fear and caution kept ignorant souls alive.
He perked his ears up to the sound of high pitched yapping coming from one of the entrance tunnels. This was probably what he was waiting for, the large young man mused. Today, he was assigned to teach the new genin how to fight. Or rather, how utterly powerless they were. Fukai had been interested in what exactly that could mean, his mind lingering on the thought. On his way down to the stadium, he realised what this mission was about. Each new genin had probably not been outside the village walls, knowing combat only through sparring with other classmates. No doubt they would have preconceived ideas on what it was like in a real battle, imagining scenes of heroism and awesomeness. Not realising the gorey reality would be a rude awakening for the kids if they were to uncover it in the field. He knew that some of the children also had some notion of hierarchy based on strength already in place. The more talented individuals would lord over the others and believe themselves to be pillars of strength that would undoubtedly rise to become the Tsuchikage or one of the Monoliths. Fukai was here to cut them down to size, pruning the tall poppies. He was here to show them exactly how weak and powerless they really were. This would hopefully stimulate their growth as well as put things into perspective. It also didn't hurt to put a little fear into them, fear and caution kept ignorant souls alive.