The sounds of clanging metal echoed through the training hall where the young aspiring ninja was holding his training session. It was a result of his bitter encounter with his adoptive father Takeshi; who had assessed and criticised his over all development. Rough and tough as the hokage had explained, Hoheto trained with his tiny little head around on how much physical work it'll take to get stronger. He thought being accepted by Takeahi or simply being overly nice to everyone around the village would magically make him super strong. But no, he had to start working on his weakness in order to make himself tougher and stronger.
Judging by the first appearance of light in the sky, Hoheto was certain dawn had arrived. His eyes spun red as he wrapped around the skin of his arms training bandages. His aim was to get good at unarmed taijutsu; one he had neglected for so long. His pale skin shimmered with sweat which he paid no heed to as he kept on aiming his fists towards the wooden sticks that acted as dummies which his clones held in place. Sure it wasn't the most conventional of training routines but it served its purpose, saved him on equipment and helped keep his home clean. The young Uchiha couldn't really tell by this alone but he was starting to get the hang of using his body as a deadly weapon, a weak one for the time being, no doubt but with conviction he knew with the passing of time he'd become one of the strongest and maybe even the most feared shinobi to ever grace the leaf.
Judging by the first appearance of light in the sky, Hoheto was certain dawn had arrived. His eyes spun red as he wrapped around the skin of his arms training bandages. His aim was to get good at unarmed taijutsu; one he had neglected for so long. His pale skin shimmered with sweat which he paid no heed to as he kept on aiming his fists towards the wooden sticks that acted as dummies which his clones held in place. Sure it wasn't the most conventional of training routines but it served its purpose, saved him on equipment and helped keep his home clean. The young Uchiha couldn't really tell by this alone but he was starting to get the hang of using his body as a deadly weapon, a weak one for the time being, no doubt but with conviction he knew with the passing of time he'd become one of the strongest and maybe even the most feared shinobi to ever grace the leaf.