Over and over he tried to get his technique just right but try as he might, Sora found that training new skills got harder the higher and higher up that he got in his skill level. Whereas before he could probably train and mostly master a new jutsu in a day, these days it was taking him weeks and practically the better part of a month to even begin to scratch the surface of these new jutsu. Whether it was bending light in new and fascinating ways or simply learning how to not be hit by them in return, Sora continued to learn more and more as the months turned into years. While his parents continued to make on as if nothing was wrong with their interesting family story, Sora continued to watch their actions from a afar in order to learn more about his lineage and where he ultimately came from. While he was certain that they didn't notice, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that they weren't as gullible as they were putting on and that he was certainly going to get caught one day but the day never seemed to come and as he became a more and more proficient shinobi weapon it seemed like they started to drift more and more away to the point where they both seemed to work during the day and meals were only a common thing eaten together at night, if that. To him it seemed to be quite true that learning ne stuff about the shinobi world was more easy than learning about his own family.