I watch as my sensei readies himself for another attack. Knowing he is far stronger and faster than myself all I can do is prepare myself for what may be the most traumatic moment of my life so far. His left fist connects with the right side of my ribcage, and I'm not certain but I think I heard a crack that time... Then sending his right fist into my stomach, all I can do is collapse to my knees in great pain and gasp for air. But that wasn't the end of it. Just as I think he may have stopped this almost feral assault I am kneed in the chin and get sent flying back again.
Why... Why can't I do anything...
As I tumble through the air all I can think is how pathetic I must look. Even after all my training. The hours I've spent preparing myself for such occasions, but when it came to action all I could do is get beaten to a bloody pulp. I land, rather harshly and stay down for a moment, wondering why this beating is "necessary". Why would a Sensei go to such lengths? What is he expecting of me? Why is he showing no emotion at all...? Then it hit me like my Sensei was beating it into me with his own fist.
One of the notes I had read explaining the Sharingan mentions not only traumatic experiences, but hatred. It was a curse associated with the Uchiha since their founding, "The Curse of Hatred". Hatred or loss of love lead to an Uchiha's mind creating special chakra that creates the Sharingan. "The Eye's That Reflect Feelings"...
"So that's the game we're playing, Sensei...?"
I start to stand up, my body aching with every slight movement. I stare directly at you. With every second that goes by my hatred for you and everything you've done to me so far intensifies. I muster a evil grin, and continue to let a deep seated hatred fester inside.
"I'm not a violent person by nature, but the fact you've pushed me this far just pisses me off and boils my blood..."
Despite my big words, the only thing that is running through my head is somewhat confusing...
Why must hate be the trigger...? Why must I hate someone kind enough to show me the way...?
Disregarding the thoughts that start to tear me apart from within I continue to hate what you have done so far, and hate you for what is sure to come. Barely able to keep my balance all I can do is ask a simple question.
"Shall we continue with my "lesson"...?"