Although the Throne of Bone was a sacred place, in the wake of the Cabal it had become more open. Said to have held the secrets of the legendary clan, Kuro would have surely have changed the location since the violent changes. With a majority of the outside Dojo having been destroyed, a lot more of the village's Shinobi practiced there arts within Toraono territory. On this evening, Jin'ichi would be no different. Normally quite the slacker and handling combat using instincts rather than any refined technique, Jin'ichi found himself lacking. While successful in all of his recent missions, the fact that he barely survived any of them was nagging. If his father could see him, the man would probably have died from laughter alone. How could Jin'ichi hope to defeat a rogue ninja without having so much as a single elemental technique?
It was time for him to crawl out of his self loathing and make something of himself. Due to having turned down Kuro's offer, it felt strange entering the demon's domain in order to practice any way. Training under Kuro would have no doubt proved beneficial, but there was always a catch when working with demons. Without having to meet many if any other than Kuro in person, Jin'ichi had read more than enough books and seen just as many shows on the subject matter. There was no doubt he'd end up getting involved with blood rituals and ancient seals that he couldn't even read. He wanted power, but it was a thing he wanted to obtain on his own terms and not due to deals with devils, or partitioning his soul. There was so little of worth in himself as it stood, and gambling it away seemed stupid.
Once again he was wearing his headband loosely around his neck, with the Sungakure emblem hidden by his jacket's collar. The jacket was loose and long, black in color with the shade being a deep opaque. Beneath that was a hooded sweatshirt, and on his legs were black jeans. The boots on his feet had left heavy prints in the sand, but failed to smudge the floors of this mystical place. Looking more like the urban native he was than a Shinobi of the desert, Jin'ichi took advantage of the underground's cool temperatures to dress as he pleased. With the changes in his hair, eyes, skin, and fingernails, covering himself more fully kept the attention at bay. People covered themselves up all the time in the Shinobi world, and so unless a stir was made little attention was paid to a cloaked figure here or there. Now deep inside the walls of the Toraono Dojo, the young Takahashi clansman would come to a halt.
Looking over to his left was a large open area with various targets and obstacles scattered about. He could hear the sound of steel, flames, electrical energy, and other things coming from various other plots of land nearby. Others were training as well. Tilting his head to the right and reaching around to his back, he'd grip the hilt of his upside-down Ninjato. Giving it a small twist he'd unhook it, allowing the weight to fall into his hands more firmly. Bending his knees and holding up his left arm, he slipped into a simple fighting stance. "What to do... What to do..." He muttered to himself, feeling not quite ready. It was his own fault, not stretching or getting himself limber. It was curious that he didn't even bother removing any of his excess gear. Then again, if he faced an opponent suddenly would he have had time for any of that?
Closing his eyes and trying to focus his energies, the hood around his neck would levitate and float just a little. Some of the dust on the ground around his feet would tremble and shuffle away from his position. Quickly and suddenly opening his eyes, his pupils would lock onto a target on the furthest side of the small field. Where Jinichi once stood a fading after-image remained, and from where his feet once settled a cloud of dust had formed. The sound of footsteps never came, but a strong gust of wind left a trail of fading distortion in his wake. Everything stayed silent as he could be seen coming to a roll passed the target, but being unable to stop. His should slammed into the wall, and in frustration he kicked it as well. Turning and looking over his should he would see the target split in half. The attack had somewhat succeeded. Still unsatisfied, Jin'ichi kicked the severed target over and hopped down, walking back to his original starting position. Nobody had to know what he was capable of, and nobody had to believe in him. He was going to get it right any way.
Notes:
Used Vanishing Slash [Rank One]
It was time for him to crawl out of his self loathing and make something of himself. Due to having turned down Kuro's offer, it felt strange entering the demon's domain in order to practice any way. Training under Kuro would have no doubt proved beneficial, but there was always a catch when working with demons. Without having to meet many if any other than Kuro in person, Jin'ichi had read more than enough books and seen just as many shows on the subject matter. There was no doubt he'd end up getting involved with blood rituals and ancient seals that he couldn't even read. He wanted power, but it was a thing he wanted to obtain on his own terms and not due to deals with devils, or partitioning his soul. There was so little of worth in himself as it stood, and gambling it away seemed stupid.
Once again he was wearing his headband loosely around his neck, with the Sungakure emblem hidden by his jacket's collar. The jacket was loose and long, black in color with the shade being a deep opaque. Beneath that was a hooded sweatshirt, and on his legs were black jeans. The boots on his feet had left heavy prints in the sand, but failed to smudge the floors of this mystical place. Looking more like the urban native he was than a Shinobi of the desert, Jin'ichi took advantage of the underground's cool temperatures to dress as he pleased. With the changes in his hair, eyes, skin, and fingernails, covering himself more fully kept the attention at bay. People covered themselves up all the time in the Shinobi world, and so unless a stir was made little attention was paid to a cloaked figure here or there. Now deep inside the walls of the Toraono Dojo, the young Takahashi clansman would come to a halt.
Looking over to his left was a large open area with various targets and obstacles scattered about. He could hear the sound of steel, flames, electrical energy, and other things coming from various other plots of land nearby. Others were training as well. Tilting his head to the right and reaching around to his back, he'd grip the hilt of his upside-down Ninjato. Giving it a small twist he'd unhook it, allowing the weight to fall into his hands more firmly. Bending his knees and holding up his left arm, he slipped into a simple fighting stance. "What to do... What to do..." He muttered to himself, feeling not quite ready. It was his own fault, not stretching or getting himself limber. It was curious that he didn't even bother removing any of his excess gear. Then again, if he faced an opponent suddenly would he have had time for any of that?
Closing his eyes and trying to focus his energies, the hood around his neck would levitate and float just a little. Some of the dust on the ground around his feet would tremble and shuffle away from his position. Quickly and suddenly opening his eyes, his pupils would lock onto a target on the furthest side of the small field. Where Jinichi once stood a fading after-image remained, and from where his feet once settled a cloud of dust had formed. The sound of footsteps never came, but a strong gust of wind left a trail of fading distortion in his wake. Everything stayed silent as he could be seen coming to a roll passed the target, but being unable to stop. His should slammed into the wall, and in frustration he kicked it as well. Turning and looking over his should he would see the target split in half. The attack had somewhat succeeded. Still unsatisfied, Jin'ichi kicked the severed target over and hopped down, walking back to his original starting position. Nobody had to know what he was capable of, and nobody had to believe in him. He was going to get it right any way.
Notes:
Used Vanishing Slash [Rank One]
