
Shusuke recently returned back to the village from a small family vacation that his parents insisted he joined. He understood their reasoning, he was to graduate soon and once he graduated he was to be treated like an adult and no longer was seen as a child, but he missed his team and his sensei. He was determined to get back into it as he felt as though he was getting out of shape from the trip.
Letting out a sigh he walked past the Academy and let out a grin. He wondered if Shishiwakamaru was still trying to use those little puppets. The last time they met, Shusuke was certain he could take his friend in a one to one combat. A grin took to his face. It was prime training time after all. Classes should be out and the few students that wished to be notable shinobi often continued their jutsu training even after their sensei dismissed them for the day.
Walking into the courtyard the young Yamanaka smiled. It had been some time since he clashed with anyone and he was curious if his illusions felt real yet. Dropping his hands to his sides he felt the apparition of chakra trinkling down his fingers. His usual snarky expression itched its way onto his face. Pulling his arm back he could hear the clinking sound of chains echo through the air. Throwing out a simple The One-Two he finished his unarmed strikes with a spin in the air before landing on the ground his right arm extending in front of himself. "Now die!" As he pulled his arm back a shimmer of light extended from his middle finger and could be seen wrapped around the nearby wooden target. The wood began to splinter and shred as if it was surrounded by a barbed saw blade begin unfurled quickly and eruptly. He knew if this were used on an enemy they would be a bloody mess. He grinned. He was perfecting his skills and he was excited for it.
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