Private A New Generation of Training

[Tamashi Seto]

A New Generation of Training

Fall, Year 13
Evening

After a excruciating day of cleaning up the shrine, all in an attempt to further increase the muscle mass he had lost in captivity, he found himself outside once more, laying on the ground with his legs crossed. Despite the fact the sun had set some time ago, he sought to get away from Izumai's shenanigan's and her childish ways to seduce him. Luckily for him, she was far more compassionate and understanding than she often led on. As such, when he departed to go sit outside in the courtyard in an attempt to relax or clear his mind in private, Izumai picked up on this quickly and respected his desire for some privacy. It wasn't as If he would get much of that during the day anyway. Even with Izumai's help, the shrine wasn't going to clean itself now. With how much filth, rubble and debris littering the great shrine, he swore there had to be a centuries worth of material to clean up. It wouldn't fix the interior of course, given the fact he wasn't a carpenter or a stone mason, but at least It would be clean. Regardless, such work left little time for relaxing during the day, thus, If he wanted any time to himself, he have to sacrifice some sleep to be outside during the dark. He deemed It a worthwhile sacrifice, as It allowed him the time he needed to begin his training once more. Without Sunako, that pertained to mostly mental training and exercising his control over his chakra, or as Izumai said, his Chi. Despite her childish behavior and her attempts to...well, woo him, she made a excellent teacher, by far the best one he had ever had, when he deemed himself strong enough to have a training session that is. After exhaling some air and feeling a powerful gust of wind passing him by, he took one last look into the unknown before closing his eyes. He ignored the howls he could hear in the distance. If such wolves wanted to challenge him, than so be it, but If they thought he be a easy target, they would be in for a rude awakening. As he brought his hands together and locked them in place over his lap, he quickly found himself surrounded by the darkness that his eyes provided. Despite the attempts however to concentrate, he still found himself deep in thought. He supposed that was a given since this was the only time he had any time to himself, let alone a time where everything was quiet. As expected, his mind began to race once again, and again, over the same things. The thought of taking his life had passed him. It still weighed heavily on his mind but after some encouraging words from his kitsune companion, he had come to terms with what had happened to him and decided to move pass it, having came to the conclusion he would seek out the darkness within his own clan and destroy it, just as he vowed when was in captivity. That likely meant living with a stain on his honor for the rest of his life but he considered it a worthy sacrifice in the end, even with the great boon he had given his clan. It might wash away some of the taint, but that didn't mean he still wouldn't be punished for his actions. He wouldn't even be surprised If he found himself replaced with his younger brother as heir by his father. That was fine as he was concerned. It was to better to live and die by your own belief's as a honorable warrior than live in shame as a powerful individual. That made him wonder how his eldest sister would perceive this. Would she be happy? Or disgusted that he had decided to walk down a similar path? He didn't have the answer to such a question, but It didn't matter. No matter how strong his conviction was, he refused to return home until he deemed himself better in the arts of war. Before he was weak, but now? Between his trauma, meeting Izumai and his own training, he was much stronger than he was before, but he still had a ways to go.

That said, he was changing, and in more ways than one, one such example was his crimson eyes. He hadn't used them once since his duel with that ronin warrior and yet, in ways he couldn't hope to describe, they felt different, more powerful and yet, at the same time, he felt as If he couldn't open them, like they were heavy. He shook his head. He'd worry about his sharingan later. For now, he had to concentrate so again, he attempted to clear his mind and picture the ronin from before within his mind. Within a few seconds, ghostly aspirations of his captives appeared before him, ready to attack him. Their sight still made him tremble in a mixture of fear and hatred, but he stood his ground strong. He wouldn't allow his anger to get the best of him again, not like the last few times he had tried. He still find great enjoyment in killing them however....
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[Tamashi Seto]

It had been awhile since he found himself able to perform imagery training but here he was, standing before several opponents who were eager to cut him down. He grinned, six on one? Than It was a fair fight. Withdrawing his Odachi from the saya that had suddenly materialized on his back, he held the massive blade in his right hand. Whether It was due to his new found strength, or that he was performing training within the depth's of his own mind, he found his weapon of choice surprisingly light. This in return, caused a mischievous glee to form as he stared down his enemies with the intent to kill. Dropping to his knee's while swinging his massive, man cleaving blade behind his back, he kept his eyes on his targets as he quickly channeled his chakra throughout his entire body before making the switch, turning his elementless chakra into electricity, causing a faint aura of electricity to discharge from his body. The discharge of electricity that was emitted from his body was however, enough of a sign for the ronin to attack, as It was seemingly common sense to attack now, rather than later, and deal with the consequences. Unfortunately, even with their blades drawn, and their feet carrying towards him in a furious challenge, their lack of initiative would prove their undoing. On his end, despite the pain the electricity brought, rupturing all throughout his body like a never ending current, It was nothing compared to the trauma he had experienced when he was in captivity. In fact, It was little more than a tickle to his already experienced body. If anything, he sorta liked the sensation. When he deemed himself ready, just as the several ronin were about to be on top of him, he used the electricity erupting from underneath his leather boots to argument his speed beyond beyond what he had been used to prior. The end result? When the young shinboi launched himself forward to meet their assault head on, he found his body screeching towards the enemy, but despite the sudden rush of speed, which brought on an adrenaline rush of sorts, he found himself ready as he raised his Odachi to meet the enemy head on. Much to his amusement however, due to his near inhuman speed, at least compared to a mere human, they found themselves caught in complete surprise when he blasted into their ranks mere seconds later, using his mastery over swordsmanship and electricity to erupt his entire body into a golden hurricane of sorts as he tore past them. By the time he landed several feet behind them, landing on his back foot, the vast majority of the ronin barely clunged onto life after not only being paralyzed by the electricity that flowed throughout his body, but when his massive blade teared into their skin when he launched a spinning attack instantaneously. If they weren't already dead after being charred and torn open, they would be soon. After all, he was only warming up, and there were a great many things he still wanted to try out, such as those elemental clones he had picked up on. Oh the fun was just beginning...​

 

[Tamashi Seto]

As the wounded ronin attempted to recover from his "Erupting Hurricane" attack which he had just coined within his mind, he slid his Odachi's blade back into it's saya located on his back before slamming his hands together and forming a tiger hand seal. Channeling the remaining of his lightning infused chakra into his hands, he spawned forth a elemental clones besides him. For a second, he tilted his head in the clone's direction. He had never seen a clone before, let alone summoned one using his own chakra, but If what Izumai had told him was true, than this technique would make his life landslides easier than prior. It didn't hurt either that such a technique came to him easily like most other techniques he had stumbled across. Regardless, upon appearing over his shoulder to see his identical clone, the clone nodded back, as If he already knew the plan. Well If that was the case, what were they standing around for? "Right, lets go..." Commenting to himself out loud in a serious tone, he returned the nod to his clone, giving him the confirmation he needed to begin. As his clone took off, charging off towards the disoriented ronin, he once again slammed his hand together once again in another tiger hand seal. Having used the left over chakra from before with the creation of his lightning clone, he began to race to muster more chakra littered throughout his body. Unlike the first time however, he found himself slightly fatigued as attempted to gain more chakra. It seemed his body, was still recovering from his ordeal even though It had been well over a month now. It was drag, since It was making him pant slightly, but whatever, he wasn't going to let a little fatigue get to him. By focusing all he could, It didn't long before his fused together hands were engulfed in a powerful, azure blue aura. Remembering his training from both Sunako and Izumai, he quickly transformed the nature of his pure chakra into a seering fire. Ignoring the burning sensation in his hands, which was a first for him, having never used fire jutsu before, he sent the empowered chakra from his hands to his lungs. List the pressurized mist jutsu he used prior to his capture, which he often favored in situations where he was by himself, when he unleashed the fire chakra from his lungs & mouth, a dark, gray cloud of ash and dust emitted from his mouth, trapping everyone nearby in a thick, hazy cloud, blinding him. With the ronin now blinded, and in searing pain from the super heated chakra in the air, which began making easy work of their flesh, his clone disappeared momentarily later from his vision as It used it's overwhelming speed to get in close. Seconds later, as his own area of effect technique blinded him from seeing what was occurring inside the massive dust, ash cloud, all he could was screeching, screaming and seemingly begging of some sort. He could only guess his clone had managed to get some good hits in, but that only told him It was time to end it. Grinning, he raised his right hand into the air before joining his index & middle fingers together. Pointing up, towards the ethereal ceiling above him with his two fused together fingers, he quickly morphed his right hand into a fist, immediately causing fiery inferno like he had never before....