The entrance of the Hokage was strange to put it best, but Shingen didn't mind that much. In fact, the dynamic entry wasn't that much unlike Shingen's own, and while this was the first time he had ever seen the Hokage, he could feel a deep and sudden respect forming for the older shinobi, even despite his speech impediment. Shingen replied to the kage's greeting with a grin and an emphatic thumbs up. "Nice to meet you, Hokage-san," he greeted casually in return, before his attention was once more occupied by his aunt. His brow furrowed slightly at her tone, able to pick up the fact that something was wrong. Given that fact, he offered no protest when Yui asked to speak with him outside, and he stood, following the senior Buddhist out of the room.
She turned to face him, holding his hands in her own, and a sense of foreboding began to well up in the jounin's stomach. She began talking, something about meeting with Kyousuke before she arrived at the exams. He shifted uncomfortably from one side to the other, wishing that she would hurry up and tell him what was wrong. Surely, he be able to hand-
"That's wrong," he said simply, his voice perhaps harsher than he had intended. "Sensei can't be dead." It was a simple statement, as if the words that Yui had told him hadn't quite registered in his brain yet. "He's too fast. He's- ... He's too strong for that, you should know that, oba-chan. Who could manage to kill him?" Despite the resilience that was present in his words, it was clear that even Shingen himself didn't believe them. His eyes were watering, and he quickly brought up his arm to wipe the tears away.
It was an indescribable feeling, a sort of falling feeling, like one of the pillars that supported you had suddenly vanished. He took a sharp intake of breath, trying to force back the tears, as if somehow, if he didn't cry, if he didn't acknowledge the words that Aunt Yui had said, then they wouldn't be true. As a ninja, death was no strange concept to Shingen. For a time, he had even worried and feared over the concept of his own death, but through his aunt's teachings he had helped grow beyond that fear, and he no longer worried about his own life. However, he was still a teenage boy, and he was a teenage boy that had yet to experience the true feelings of loss. His parents were alive, his friends were alive, he had never felt a pain quite like this one before.
A quaking sob left his lips, as the tears that he struggled to hold back began to surface, pouring from his eyes despite his vigorous attempts to wipe them away. A small, rationale part of his mind told him that it was okay. It told him to remember Yui's teachings, and to handle it as well as she was, but that little voice was drowned out by the screaming rage that filled Shingen's heart. He felt sick, he felt dizzy, and he wanted to be alone. He took a few shaky steps backwards, before turning and running down the hallway. Even in the cramped corners of the building, he was still fast enough to always ensure that he wasn't followed if he didn't want to be; and right now, he definitely didn't want to be.
He wasn't sure where he would go, but he couldn't be here right now.