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A sall nod guranteed understanding of the answer. " I'm also a stundent here, my names Jakiro, what about all of you guys?". The question was reinforced with a sweet smile that bared his shiny teeth for them to look upon. His body appeared perhaps too relaxed by the light weather that seemed to be blowing a silent wind that gently nurtured his body in pure enjoyment. His eyes lazily lowered, cowardly hiding beneath the eyelids. He took a deep breath, almost as he was nervous about something. The relaxed appearance that he so cleverly put up was beggining to fade. His body began to grow shaky and unsteady, it was craving for motion. He craved to feel the thrill of the kill once more, but obviously he wouldn't be where he was now unless he could supress these savage feelings and bring back the soft, fuzzy feeling back into his mind. The boy's eyes peeked up from their cover and slowly went over everyone in front of him. His contious was back with him once more...
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The young Kaguya listened as Shuku compared her two the Mayonaka. A meek, shy girl? Yes, she supposed that did describe her pretty well. So Shuku had been the same way earlier in her life, that she was now? Did that mean that when she got older, she might be similar to Shuku? That seemed promising, Shuku had an air of vitality, of quiet experience, that Honehime could sense. She saw Shuku tug at the neck of her thick sweater, and quickly put two and two together. "Did we stoke the fire too high? I hadn't thought how hot it'd get in a sweater, I'm sorry." She glanced up when the latest newcomer spoke up, saying he was a student in the Academy. "Technically, I am still a student here, you may call me Honehime."
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Lieselotte glowered at Sakazuki as the other girl said there were no younger children present. Just what did she think Lieselotte was, then? But before she had a chance to further tell the Circe off, Sakazuki was already pondering aloud if she had kept any of that perverted concoction she had mentioned just seconds ago. If she was planning any mischief... She would give her the benefit of the doubt, as well as fair warning. "If some of zat potion should find it's way within our supper, Elfriede and I shall make sure you regret it." She didn't know what the potion was, or what it would do, but the manner in which Sakazuki was talking about it made it quite obvious that it was likely nothing she would want any part of.
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While Mei waited for Kuroshika to process what she had told him, she looked over at Jakiro, the last person to arrive. He had introduced himself, it was only proper that she do the same, right? She nodded in his direction before raising her head once more. "Hello, my name is Meushi, but you can call me Mei. Pleased to meet you!" With that done, she turned her head back to look at Kuroshika, in case he'd come up with a question, or if he was ready for her to try to continue the lesson. Teaching didn't come naturally to her, but so far it wasn't going too badly. She hoped.
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"Honehime, that's a pretty name". Another perfect smile coloured his face. It slowly changed to a grin as he met another greeting from a woman who seemed to be teaching his speciality, alchemy. He replied with a short greeting, and not meaning to interrupt patiently waited forhis turn to butt in and show off his skills in transfiguration. Somewhen durring his life he learned that the best way to earn reliable friends is to show them that you are capable of anything...anything that is within the range of mortals. His pupils slightly twiched, the feeling of excitement for kicking back into him...what a feeling...anxiety...It is as stupid as it is needed for some men to achieve power and greatness. It shows you that you are inevitably...human....Jakiro chuckle slightly, such thoughts amused him to the biggest hights of humour.

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He smiled, a question rang the boy who called himself Howard questioned a fimiliar skill that Jakiro possesed. " If I may" the boy uttered towards the teacher, who hopefully will not hold a grudge against him. Slowly moving towards him, the boy squatted beside him. With a soft smile he extended his hand, and began to morph it into a small blade. "The art of alchemy cannot simply restore lost items, however shinobi could use chakra to focus the items on restoring themselves and then use alchemy to turn it into its previous form...Go on chop it...". His smile never came off as he gazed down onto the part of him that was now slightly moved parallel with Howard. Somehow he felt that he had to use this as a way to make aquantinces, even though that some ways were much better then such....violent ones.
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Teros walked, no drifted, floating gracefully through the gates of the Shinobi academy. The wraith of the spirit stream, devourer of souls, spirit consumer, and death swallower Teros Ra'am had come to the academy, something he loathed entirely... that is until he realized the opportunities. He looked around, sensing the blood coursing through the veins of all the living people, their heartbeats staying in perfect rhythm, ninja's the perfect physical specimens, with the perfect soul composition for Teros to feed. He floated, coming a few feet from a strange female. He let his white mask change, becoming a perfect form for what he wanted. His porcelain mask that he used to fool young ninja females into following him, the one he uses to gain their trust, and the same one that laughs as their blood sprays from between his fingers, his trademark killing. He grasps their heads tightly with one hand growing a blade out of the other. He slowly tightens his grip going until the skull cracks and the greymatter presses against his fingers through the skin of the head. He depressed the bone fragments in causing as much pain as possible by pushing the jagged bones through the gore, letting the cavity pool with blood of the darkest most oxygenated kind. He then closes his hand in an instant 'popping' their head between his hands the mixed gore of blood and grey matter spraying between his fingertips. He continues to dig his loose fingers through the gore reaching down and touching the top of the spine just to make sure they are truly dead. Teros Ra'am thought back to his first devoured soul as a wraith, the ninja female had been drawn in by his charm the way he took quick glances at her every few seconds waiting until she knew he was looking then turning away grinning and faking a blush. She casually followed him into the alley that would be her deathbed. She blushed and melted when he approached her grasping her into a gentle yet passionate hug leaning in and pouring false feelings, poetry about her beauty into her ears. She followed him without a second thought when he went deeper into the alley saying they were going to take a shortcut to a secret place just for them, she didn't care that she already knew the alley was a dead end with forty foot walls she would of followed him to the ends of the earth at that moment in time. It made it all the easier to take her life, leaving her a dead body with no further purpose. He enjoyed devouring her soul, the youth and beauty trapped in her perfect figure and enjoyed it even more when the blood and gore from her crushed skull and destroyed head flew out flecking his robe giving him a deathly look in the darkness. He remembered the sweet metallic taste of her blood how it ran thick down his fingers dripping onto his tongue each individual drop splitting and filling his mouth with the sweet taste of iron and sugar. He shook his head snapping out of the flashback when he noticed the female ninja approaching him. She asked him a simple question, though he didn't understand what she had said, he really didn't care. He somehow wrapped around her, his shadow tendrils of his cloak extending out as he appeared behind her. He pulled his arm back placing the tip of his wrist blade right against the ninja’s back. He pushed the blade forward quickly punching through the ninja’s chest and dragging the serration down her ribs. He laughed as the blood sprayed out of the fresh opened wound and pulled the blade back splitting all the bones in her chest but avoiding all vital organs leaving the ninja ‘alive’ so to speak but easily on her death bed. Teros leaned down grinning, so to speak, through the white porcelain mask of death over his ghastly skeletal features. And then the worse part began. Teros' jaw, or should I say the jaw of the white mask, seemed to unhinge snapping open in four ways splitting out like a flower revealing dark nothingness beneath it. This face of nothingness leaned over the fallen ninja, still drawing her dieing breaths and snapped down over her face. What was truly behind his white mask was the rotting face of a skeleton, stripped of all skin and flesh but seemingly dripping with black decayed blood. This face latched onto the dieing nins, skeletal jagged teeth tearing through er tender cheeks, the nins blood spraying up around as Teros feasted upon her soft subtle features, formerly beautiful and deserving, now torn, ripped and chewed. His teeth hit bone causing him to bite harder, snapping through her cheekbones, digging through her eye sockets and into the eyes themselves. The soft gel filled eyeballs popped their inner liquids running in rivulets over the already blood filled mouth of the death swallower Teros Ra'am. He pulled back when his mouth connected with brain, the greymatter pulling and snaping off as her frontal lobe was torn from the back hemisphere of her brain, the ridges and grooves being pulled taught and then snapping back into place becoming smooth and liquidy. Teros dug his wrist blade through her throat severing the head from the body and grinned, holding the half eaten skull above him, pouring the liquid mesh of brains, blood, skull fragment, and half devoured flesh, pouring it straight into his mouth. He finally found what he was looking for, her soul floating down into his mouth and grinned. There was much more to be done, of the feast he would have with her body, a fresh liver to eat, fresh kidneys to squeeze the renal juices from. Her heart and lungs had to be healthy specimens, and he was going to eat them all. He had devoured her soul and skull for sustenance now this was just for his enjoyment the dead carcass below him was a feeding ground for the sickened the damned and the tormented. Perfect for him. He put his wrist blade away preferring a more conservative approach and plunged his hand into her chest cavity tearing back the already sawed through bones revealing her heart and lungs. He reached two clawed fingers, looping them around the aorta the largest artery on top of the heart and pulles, waiting as a sickening snapping sound was heard as it tore fromt he top of the heart. He pulled the end of the tube back, sucking the freshest most oxygenated blood straight from her veins and dropped the tube reaching into her chest and grabbing her fresh dead heart. Oh the atriums and ventricles were so perfectly tender, so juicy the mear would melt over his skeletal teeth. The valves of her heart would be a perfect washes, the rough chewy flesh of them that passed the blood through the heart. He started in, perfectly corrext about everything as he tore the heart apart piece by piece shoving them down into the nothingness, the void that was his body, only gaining satisfaction from the feel of his teeth sinking into the flesh of the heart, or the blood straight from her veins washing over her face. He looked up sighing in relief, the passion of his feast washing over him as the heat of the blood caused steam to rise int he cold air around him. His Ghastly Face was revealed now, no cloak no mask to cover it just the natural him as he reached one skeletal hand into the chest to grab the formerly pushed aside left lung. He grabbed it wasting no time on thought and sunk his teeth straight into the soft tissue, almost popping uner the pressure of his wrenching the flesh straight from his hand. The fibrous tissue split, splintering into small fleshy strings as he pulled back forcibly ripping the organ apart letting the strings of air and porous tissue dripped from the gaps between his skeletal teeth. He finished up the left lung and then worked on the right sucking it down with a sickening grinding sound and looked farther into the body at the most wonderful of organs, the liver, and the kidneys. He pressed his bone fingers into the liver the firmness causing him to become overjoyed. He took his wrist blades, cutting a small sections off of the end peeling away the outer protective covering made of pericardium revealing the juicy soft flesh beneath. Fresh liver, still producing the enzymes to process out poisons and toxins was a wonderful taste to behold, anyone even if they didn't enjoy eating what they would consider their own kind would enjoy a fresh still pumping liver. This was the thought passing through Teros' mind as he pressed the flesh between his palate and mandibles and grinned snapping his mouth shut around the firm juicy organ slice snapping it up and slurping it down sickeningly. He finished off the liver and moved to the intestines, though not a very tasty piece was a perfect after meal snack miles upon miles of the soft squishy cord just waiting to be snapped down in line. He ate and he ate, blood and body fluids dripping from his canines like a fountain pen, the mirror image flash phototype of another victimt that he had descended upon on his way to the academy. He finally reached the end of the intestines, snapping them off at the base and finished them off reaching for the last, most delectable, most irresistible piece of the body. The Spleen. It was perfect, soft, melted in your mouth no matter how dry your mouth may be. The tissue was so soft it almost popped, filling your mouth with the fibrous, juicy, delectable slivers of flesh that were unmatchable, even by the soft eyes or tounge, the only things spared from this corpse merely because Teros did not wish to partake in their own unique but wonderful flavors, the tounge being close to what humans would call ground beef, and the eyes being close to what humans would call porkloin. Teros finally finished with his meal, looking around surprised that no one had in fact seen and attempted to stop him falling prey to his insatiable hunger. His familiar 'cloak' wrapped around him and he floated off leaving the academy to go back to his village, he did not need to be here.


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