The Hawk's Genjutsu Training [Beginner -> Adept]

Focus. Focus. Focus. The man with wavy, white hair gathered chakra towards his eyes as he remembered the pain he had felt the first time he had activated his bloodline's sacred ability. He took a deep breath then exhaled aggressively. "Sharingan!" He shouted, opening his eyes and revealing the crimson sea which now encircled his pupils, a singular dot could be see hovering around his pupil. This was the sure mark that an individual was of Uchiha heritage -- hair color be damned.

"Wow, quite the show. Bravo," said his partner as she smiled and clapped her hands. The woman more special to him than any other, Ryougi, had come to be the 'target' for today's training. Since Griffith was a completely beginner with little more than the knowledge afforded to him by books on the matter, his Genjutsu would be too weak to cause any significant harm, so he felt safe using Ryougi for target practice.

"Well? Let's get started, yeah?"

Griffith didn't have a particular jutsu to practice in mind. Instead, he simply wanted to test his ability to make someone feel, well, anything at all. He had never tried casting Genjutsu before, so every motion taken today would be little more than mechanically rehearsed. He ran the knowledge he had gathered from books through his brain, frantically making a mental list of each step required.

He stared directly into Ryougi's eyes, his bloody gaze penetrating deep into her soul. I feel like I can tell everything about her through a simple glance. So this is the power of the Sharingan, huh? Griffith concentrated deeply, losing himself in the atmosphere he had created.

"Ca-- Can you stop looking at me like that?" Ryougi was shivering and in a position that resembled that of a scared and confused child. Her words snapped Griffith out of his entranced state, allowing him to regain awareness of his surroundings.

Did it work? Griffith loosened his gaze on Ryougi and she returned back to her comfortable composure as a result. Her immediate shift in posture and composure gave Griffith the answer he was looking for. It worked, no matter how weak. He was able to instill a powerful emotion through sheer sight. He fell into a state of ponder, already thinking of how to further strengthen his abilities.

"Are you going to apologize?" Once again, Ryougi broke through Griffith's mental prison. She had an odd habit of doing that in ways no one else could. He smiled before answering her, "And why would I do that? You volunteered to come out here after all!" Ryougi smirked before walking over to him and giving him a light punch on the arm.

"I'm expecting dinner as thanks."