Roku would pause for a moment as he entered the massive structure. He had never been in a dojo before, nor had he seen something the scale and design of this very dojo. Part of his history lessons from Sousuke included learning of the Toraono, but never did he imagine that their family would have created such a thing.
"Wow, so I guess this is what it means to have a distinguished clan."
He already had his first impression of this thanks to the Takahashi, yet it was still a marvel to see it on display. Something grows more common the longer you are exposed to it, so this was probably a similar wonder he felt to Sousuke's family upon first meeting them. Still, in one of his lessons, he was informed that normal students would come to this dojo to be prepared for the future. That this was not only because of the resources of the Toraono but also a tribute to what the family had brought to the village. The current head, Kuro, had often called himself the guardian of the village, so Sousuke would tell him, so it only seemed fitting that this home would become the location to foster the next generation of shinobi for the village. Roku understood that premise. In fact, simply being one man fighting on behalf of the village felt less like a guardian than the ability for that one man to train hundreds of others to do the same thing. It was all a matter of perspective.
"So you just punch this thing?" he would as a student that seemed to be working on their moves with a training dummy.
There were rows of the practice targets, so even though he never got his official response, he would still approach one. Taking a deep breath, he would lower himself down in a slightly crouched position, rear his arm back, and fired it forward. The punch would have the look of something tremendous but would have a rather lackluster impact upon the target. The dummy would just jiggle ever so slightly. It did not feel as rewarding as others seemed to be drawing from their attacks on the targets.
"Did I do it wrong?"
"Idiot, you never were trained as a fighter. You got lessons, but you are still hundreds of years behind on being a worthy fighter... hell, still years from being as good as some of these little shits."
"Enough, voice."
"Ah-ha ha ha, still no name yet, boy?"
"Disgusting voices don't deserve names."
"Try your punch again, you little worm."
Roku would sigh as he would return to his form and once more cock his arm back.
Ah-ha ha ha here is just a taste of what you lack!
Suddenly a surge of energy would flare up within him. It felt like it started in his gut and would ripple out to every inch of his body. It would cause his hair to stand up and his eyes to widen. His rared back fist would be engulfed in chakra and then, without his permission, would snap forward into the dummy. This time, the punch would land in a way that would cause the dummy to rattle violently as Roku merely watched on.
"Stop" would be the meek request that would escape his lips.
As quickly as the energy had welled up within him, it would seemingly disappear. Collapsing to his knees, Roku would now be drenched in sweat and looking down a his right hand that had just been used in a way he had never used it before. During his time prior to arriving in Suna he was not being trained to be a shinobi. Building up his body, and breaking it down, were part of the experiments he was put through, but the Community never attempted to formally train him to fight. He was still a novice, yet what had just happened both felt alien and familiar.
"Stay too weak and I will win... better get stronger, sooner, boy. Ah-ha ha ha!"
With that, the voice would fade. Roku would remain there, but a new determination had entered his mind. The voice within him had been festering since the day of his "awakening" but recently had started to become more active and more frequent. It seemed this was in response to either being in this village or the fact he was being trained in the shinobi arts. Either way, he needed to become stronger. Faster.
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"Wow, so I guess this is what it means to have a distinguished clan."
He already had his first impression of this thanks to the Takahashi, yet it was still a marvel to see it on display. Something grows more common the longer you are exposed to it, so this was probably a similar wonder he felt to Sousuke's family upon first meeting them. Still, in one of his lessons, he was informed that normal students would come to this dojo to be prepared for the future. That this was not only because of the resources of the Toraono but also a tribute to what the family had brought to the village. The current head, Kuro, had often called himself the guardian of the village, so Sousuke would tell him, so it only seemed fitting that this home would become the location to foster the next generation of shinobi for the village. Roku understood that premise. In fact, simply being one man fighting on behalf of the village felt less like a guardian than the ability for that one man to train hundreds of others to do the same thing. It was all a matter of perspective.
"So you just punch this thing?" he would as a student that seemed to be working on their moves with a training dummy.
There were rows of the practice targets, so even though he never got his official response, he would still approach one. Taking a deep breath, he would lower himself down in a slightly crouched position, rear his arm back, and fired it forward. The punch would have the look of something tremendous but would have a rather lackluster impact upon the target. The dummy would just jiggle ever so slightly. It did not feel as rewarding as others seemed to be drawing from their attacks on the targets.
"Did I do it wrong?"
"Idiot, you never were trained as a fighter. You got lessons, but you are still hundreds of years behind on being a worthy fighter... hell, still years from being as good as some of these little shits."
"Enough, voice."
"Ah-ha ha ha, still no name yet, boy?"
"Disgusting voices don't deserve names."
"Try your punch again, you little worm."
Roku would sigh as he would return to his form and once more cock his arm back.
Ah-ha ha ha here is just a taste of what you lack!
Suddenly a surge of energy would flare up within him. It felt like it started in his gut and would ripple out to every inch of his body. It would cause his hair to stand up and his eyes to widen. His rared back fist would be engulfed in chakra and then, without his permission, would snap forward into the dummy. This time, the punch would land in a way that would cause the dummy to rattle violently as Roku merely watched on.
"Stop" would be the meek request that would escape his lips.
As quickly as the energy had welled up within him, it would seemingly disappear. Collapsing to his knees, Roku would now be drenched in sweat and looking down a his right hand that had just been used in a way he had never used it before. During his time prior to arriving in Suna he was not being trained to be a shinobi. Building up his body, and breaking it down, were part of the experiments he was put through, but the Community never attempted to formally train him to fight. He was still a novice, yet what had just happened both felt alien and familiar.
"Stay too weak and I will win... better get stronger, sooner, boy. Ah-ha ha ha!"
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