Hawke was late.
The King had meant to arrive earlier, truly, but true to his haircut Amaimon had chosen a Igreen and scenic location instead of a practical one. Garrett was by no means a stranger to the wilds, but he had other things to do than sing kumbaya and play nice with a bunch of kids. That Amaimon had been less than forthcoming about one-on-one training had been a constant source of agitation for months, so in a fit of anger the Inuzuka had decided to prioritize the inspection of a brothel (a suspicious brothel, mind you) over being at the green-haired oddball's beg and call.
So what if he was late? Amaimon should be thankful that he agreed to come at all!
Yet, like most of his old 'comrades' from Akatsuki Amaimon was no pushover and the thought of missing out on a chance to access an almost primal force of nature made Hawke wince.
For the first time in a long time the King of Ancrath decided to give diplomacy a shot.
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OOC: I thought it prudent to make an RP entrance. Everyone else have been doing very well and I wouldn't want to disappoint. Still, it wouldn't be fair to waste everyone's time with exchanges that'll take days; so I'll get right to the tasks. Hope you guys don't mind
Hawke absolutely despised the idea of uniforms. The Inuzuka growled and grumbled the entire time as he unfastened and unclasped the many pieces of leather and metal that made up his combat attire and replaced it with the simple (and tasteless) green poncho. Not for the first time that day Hawke wished he could just extract the information from Amaimon forcefully, but discarded the idea for the same reason he had done so many times before: the Katsuryoku probably had a Reverse Four Symbols Seal placed somewhere on his body.
Hawke soon perked up, however, when Amaimon opened the floor to the King and his... fellows. The thought of being on equal footing with those children nearly made him gag, but through a mighty display of willpower he managed to keep a straight face and keep his silence until it was his turn to speak.
"I am Hawke. I have come to learn how to harness the power of these..." the Inuzuka inhaled deeply, greedily. "Primal spirits. I understand that there exists a world parallel to ours. I understand the spirits inhabit this world and interact little and less with ours. That is all."
The replies was sufficient. All craved for knowledge. They seemed to know their way about, knowledge equals power. Power wouldn't be greater than knowledge, in any scenario. Sufficient. Some knew more than he had imagined, but his facial expression stayed ever so nonchalant and he simply added that to his calculation of thoughts.
On an entirely different note, he ought they all looked ridiculous in their new attires. But, it was customs. He himself however never really wore one. hehe..
''As you say, Alexander. It's a spirit parallel to that of our own, also known as the Pure World, and ours as the Impure. It is simply names to differ between the 'dimensions' per say, and carry no meaning other than that - The Genki roam the other plain of existense while we - This.'' He moved his gaze to Ichibei.
''As Ichibei speaks, his knowledge appears vast. Most spot on, surprisingly I shall admit. Through the manipulation, or aid if you will it., you're capable of accessing the Genki's savage and different capabilities. This goes into three categories, I'll make it simple for now...''
First, a Genki consists of Ethereal Energy. Ethereal Energy is also known as Kuki no Yona.. Their mentality are oft savage and baby-like minds. Primal in their instincts. These entities are capable of being accessed once I have taught you to percieve them. Once so, you're capable of earning their trust per say, however in return for their aid, they beg you for a sacrifical portion of chakra depending on the strength of the Genki itself. The only application I've discovered so far is to materialize a Genki in a desired shape and 'solidfy'. It can be used in variety of ways.
Secondly, we've got Object infusion. It is as the name indicates, infusion your Genki into an object. This could range from any object, swords, lumps of rocks, kunais, scrolls, etc. The Genki is once infused into an object capable of changing the object's appearence. Such as the lump of rocks could turn into a monstrosity, that could essentially look like any animal you could imagine. These carries special properties, such as being able to levitate, etc. Which I will further explain later on.''
''Then we've got Partial infusion. Partial infusion falls under the category of possession, however as you may have guessed, as the name indicates - It is only partial. This ability allows you to take certain, or perhaps supplementary abilities only from your aiding Genki. This can vary from as previously mentioned by some of you, 'Foresight' or 'Aura Sensing'. This can be proved dangerously powerful if used properly. The previous mentioned abilties pertains all Genki, while there is a vast sea of abilities out there that differs between each and all of the Genki.''
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''Third and last, but not least. The Fullbody possession, which also is the possession category, and also known as the ultimate unison between user and Genki. Through this ability, not only do you communicate with your Genki, but you fuse. Memories, feelings, thoughts all combined. This ability allows you and your Genki to not only share the previous mentioned, but also your abilities. You now wield your own, and your Genki, and vice versa. You could compare this much akin to how Jinchuuriki commune with one another. This takes a toll on the body, in the long run as you will constantly have to sacrifice small portions of chakra in order to maintain control.''
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''Now, we've but scratched the surface of what this clan contains. This is the overall basics, and we will go in depth as we go along. But for now, we shall focus on something entirely different. The Opening's trainings and teachings. Any questions so far?
OOC: Those of you who fell behind, answer previous and now-mentioned post. If you fail to do so, we have to figure out another method of teachings considering your 'sluginess'.
Hawke had no questions. The children had some, but Hawke did not. The King of Ancrath understood and remembered every word Amaimon had said, except for those boring parts that hardly mattered at all.
Kami have mercy, when were they going to get practical?
What a stupid question, Hawke thought smugly, glad he hadn't been the one to ask it: Amaimon's explanation of possession had begged the question, of course, but as King Garrett understood the value of appearance and he certainly couldn't appear slower than the children.
It just wouldn't do.
So Hawke kept his silence and stewed, only perking up when the 'Voice' (the Inuzuka had been hard-pressed to keep a mocking sneer to himself when the Amaimon had made his title known) asked them to hold out their dominant hand. Garrett was ambidextrous, of course, he simply preferred his left hand. It was perfectly natural to prefer one hand.
Still, he couldn't let people get the jump on him,
And so Garrett Hawke held out his right hand and congratulated himself on being so brilliant.
Mad? Bah! Hawke had done enough drugs to kill a small horse during his lifetime and it hadn't damaged him one bit. If he could do that and walk away scot-free, the Inuzuka highly doubted that he'd go mad from seeing a few spirits.
Still, Hawke sat down and attempted to meditate. He was by no means an expert, but one didn't learn ZX Buster without doing a bit of soul-searching.
Hawke knew blood and Hawke knew seals. He didn't much appreciate that the Katsuryoku had harvested his blood, but the Inuzuka was experienced enough to recognize some of the words and sense some of the seals: Amaimon was not trying to kill him, not yet anyway.
Still, the King was ready to give his former comrade in arms a piece of his mind and opened his eyes to do so, yet the sight of what could only be a spirit silenced him completely. So this was what they were training for?
Hawke grudgingly felt his respect for Amaimon rise; to have discovered a Lost Art such as this by himself was no mean feat.
Experimenting with this... secondary awareness was one of the most enjoyable things Hawke had done since he had actually unlocked his Sixth Sense. Truly, he couldn't imagine that Chakra Sensors could achieve such an intimate understanding of the innermost and most personal part of a person.
Not that Hawke gave a shit about any of the other trainees' souls, but the ability let him perceive the angry flame that was his own spirit and the King did so with almost childish glee.
Oh he liked this. The ability peeled a layer off of nature itself and expanding it outwards felt like seeing nature in truth for the first time in his life. It made Hawke want to kill someone just to see how death looked from this new perspective.
Building a conviction was harder than Hawke thought it would be. His strengths came easy to him, but his weaknesses less so. He thought long and hard about it and finally settled on two people, each a personification of a particular vice of Hawke's.
The first was his daughter, Laura. His own flesh and blood. His only child. His enemy. A traitor to the cause.
She was weakness. His weakness. A stark reminder that the pack instinct that still prowled within was not to be trusted. A reminder to close his heart completely, to never trust anyone, to remain aloof and angry.
Oh yes. Amaimon had mentioned how this form of control would affect their emotions, but Hawke was not interested in turning his emotions down. On the contrary; emotions were passion incarnate and anger the sharpest of them all.
The second was Isabella, the only woman he could never kill. Not for a lack of want, but a simple lack of skill. She was a reminder of his mortality, of his imperfection; a secret he had locked away a long, long time ago.
They were weaknesses, but weaknesses that Hawke could deal with. He was not keen to keep his emotions in check, but when the situation called for it Hawke was able. And so he did.
Hours later he got up and headed for the Wolf's Toenail, feeling a keen edge of focus in his mind that hadn't been there before.
Gruesome acts? Hawke saw terrible things and was not unfazed, but he endured, as he had so many times before. Still, the parlor trick made Amaimon's point very clear to the Inuzuka, who sat down in front of the mouth of the cave and began to mediate once more.
Perhaps he needed to go deeper?
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