The uchiha flipped through the book containing laid out moves on Taijutsu. His brows furrowed in frustration as he looked at the training dummy taking the place of a sparring partner. Being with a partner sure would help, but alas, he had to make do with log of wood carved into the shape of a human figure. Coming at ease with himself, the boy got up and walked about ten minutes to an open part in the leaf's training ground. This time of hour wasn’t particularly popular since most were eating dinner, Hoheto would do it afterwards. He laid the scroll on the ground and stretched it, placing two rocks at each end to keep it from closing. Then he slowly started mimicking the moves.
Slow jabs, kicks, roundhouse kicks, faints, everything was in here. Apparently this was a variant of the gentle fist used by the Hyuga. It took a lot of practice and required the Sharingan to master as well as actually seeing Hyuga perform it to copy their style. But even then it was difficult and required a mastery of knowing the weak points of the human body. Hoheto trained all day, but had difficulty mastering the movements. They were precise, fast and required a master level of accuracy to land the next blow. With no one to teach it was close to impossible, at least that’s what it seemed to him.
In the end he got the basic form, but even he could see it was sloppy an inaccurate. He wondered if he could find anyone that could actually teach him this technique. Knowing a few people just by introduction wasn’t a close enough relationship to ask. Guess he would have to wait and see if it was possible to master it by his own self rather than relying on others.
WC 311
Slow jabs, kicks, roundhouse kicks, faints, everything was in here. Apparently this was a variant of the gentle fist used by the Hyuga. It took a lot of practice and required the Sharingan to master as well as actually seeing Hyuga perform it to copy their style. But even then it was difficult and required a mastery of knowing the weak points of the human body. Hoheto trained all day, but had difficulty mastering the movements. They were precise, fast and required a master level of accuracy to land the next blow. With no one to teach it was close to impossible, at least that’s what it seemed to him.
In the end he got the basic form, but even he could see it was sloppy an inaccurate. He wondered if he could find anyone that could actually teach him this technique. Knowing a few people just by introduction wasn’t a close enough relationship to ask. Guess he would have to wait and see if it was possible to master it by his own self rather than relying on others.
WC 311