It was quiet as usual. He had been slipping out into the night to find the training grounds. It was something Uri has done for the last seven years. Having been isolated from the rest of the anbu aspirants, as well as other young shinobis, he had only his mentor and a handful of other anbu operatives, mostly on the higher rank, to truly supervise his growth. He was, after all, a threat that should have been extinguished long before. But fate had a different plan for him, and part of his efforts to continue to master his strengths was his nightly affairs. It was only during this hours that the training grounds, at least the very most secluded one at the coliseum, was left empty. Here, he did not have to worry about causing a scene.As usual, it was safe not to assume his anbu identity, coming only in his normal wear of a black shirt and white pants. His short red crop of a hair shone under the moonlight in the open roof training grounds as he slipped in from the top. While the gates were closed, this was only way in. As he entered, he found himself sighing. He could sometimes be frustrated at how long it has been and yet he still hasn’t reached the pinnacle of his goal. A little more to endure, a little more to challenge. He knew that very well as much as he would want to hurry, he couldn’t. Things have their time. He needed to wait for his, and train while doing so.
As usual, he didn’t bring much with him. Just himself. Not even a bottle of water. He didn’t bring any weapons either, not when he was the weapon already. Then, as he took another second to look around, he concentrated and let himself afire. Blue flames covered his body, tongue of fire licking along the surface of his clothes. He didn’t actually burn, rather was covered like an aura but the flames danced as they were very much alive. Soon enough, he began to weave and stretch and pull and throw limbs and fists and simply shadow boxing.
It would be another usual night.
