A large body of compressed air molded by chakra struck an equally if not larger structure of obsidian rock which momentarily withstood the pressure before dust could be seen rising from the bottom edge of the earth pillar. It moved merely a few inches before the ball air dispersed in a gust of wind, the chakra which held the form together losing it's molding potential. Yards away from the erected stone monument, Oyochi stood with his feet squared and a trail of soil pushed into a depression revealed that he himself was being pushed back by the force of the jutsu. His breathing was growing heavy as the amount of times in which he had utilized the jutsu was being to tax his chakra despite Oyochi passively being able to suppress the amount of chakra needed to perform a given jutsu.
"You're becoming more and more adept, normally someone your age would have a harder time casting this jutsu in repetition. There is a prospective future for you.....it is simply just out of arms length. Alright...once more this time split your molded chakra into three portions at the exact moment you exhale..."
Oyochi's eyes though heavy with a natural feeling of depleted energy still retained enough strength to glare at the Anbu Overseer whom had decided to perch himself comfortably on a nearby ledge. Although they had a mutual dislike of one another by nature, Oyochi had become accustom and almost appreciative of just how much the training regime he was under had helped him develop and mature. Whereas months prior he would have simply ignored the instructions or did things his own way, Oyochi simply started to weave handseals without talking back, a sign that he was growing to accept a primary rule of thumb for Shinobi. He was learning to follow commands regardless of person opinion. Stopping his handseal weaving, his lips pursed as he suddenly inhaled a deep breath and almost instantly exhaled while pumping chakra through his lungs. This produced a smaller but more compressed sphere of air pressure that shot outwards only to be followed rapidly by two equally sized spheres of air. Each one struck one after another though at varied sections of the pillar and worked in tandum to push the barrier further than any single blast could have done, however the amount of time they remained molded was shorter.
"Good, now that you've shown yourself capable...we'll begin on a more supplementary usage of Fuuton style'd jutsu. For now though you are dismissed..."
Before he could return his eyes to his Overseer the cloaked Anbu had vanished with Oyochi's gaze catching only a single crow disappearing into the brush. He would sit down, breathing hard as he tilted his neck slightly popping the bone. This was all for a good reason....that was what he told himself.
[WC: 469]
[Mission Complete]