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Izanagi trudged through the forest, his jaw clenched the entire time. He simply didn't want to be here. It wasn't sunset, so it wasn't as beautiful and all the bugs, birds, and animals were awake. And he hated bugs.
Since he was starting the next part of his training, however, he couldn't continue around his house. His father said that Izanagi's growing lack of control, while being a style that fit the fast progressing boy, was too dangerous to do around the general population and homes. He would have to train, by himself, in the forest - he was at the point that he needed to take things into his own hands, as well.
To train or not to train, he mentally asked himself, even though he already knew the answer. He hated training, but he wouldn't forgo it and become a lazy bum all day. Izanagi couldn't stand the thought of his Academy Student peers leaving him behind, and that's not mentioning his wanting to be one of the strongest Jounin Cloud ever had. Which would, obviously, take a crap load of training on his part.
He got a large clearing, surrounded by a ring tall trees. Only a few trees were actually inside the clearing, five of them, and each of them were large and perfect to punch and kick and destroy (Izanagi can be a violent little child). He set down the pack that held a total of three bento boxes (one fully vegetable, one full meat, and one of an assortment of both) at the base of the tree closest to the center - the tree he'd marked to be the one he wouldn't attack and would chill near.
Walking to one of remaining four, he sized it up, placing a hand on the bark and getting a feel for it. Punching trees was much different than punching boulders, and he was far more used to boulders. Boulders were so much harder yet mostly smooth, whereas trees were easier to snap yet had a much rougher exterior; one that could wreak some real havoc on his knuckles.
Exhaling sharply, he merely stared up at the tree for about ten seconds total, before taking a few steps back and clenching his hands into fists. Using the tip of his shoe, he dug out a noticeable line in the grass. It was approximately a yard and a half from the tree (so about four and a half feet). He stood behind the line, before settling into his loose stance, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. He considered the tree for a second, before launching himself at the tree, immediately lashing out with a powerful left-handed hook; indeed, he threw his all behind the punch, and he would not doubt feel more pain than usual on impact. Of course, he would deal more damage to the trunk, as well.
[ Marked For Training ]
[ Word Count] 480
[ T H E - N E X T - D A Y ]
Izanagi trudged through the forest, his jaw clenched the entire time. He simply didn't want to be here. It wasn't sunset, so it wasn't as beautiful and all the bugs, birds, and animals were awake. And he hated bugs.
Since he was starting the next part of his training, however, he couldn't continue around his house. His father said that Izanagi's growing lack of control, while being a style that fit the fast progressing boy, was too dangerous to do around the general population and homes. He would have to train, by himself, in the forest - he was at the point that he needed to take things into his own hands, as well.
To train or not to train, he mentally asked himself, even though he already knew the answer. He hated training, but he wouldn't forgo it and become a lazy bum all day. Izanagi couldn't stand the thought of his Academy Student peers leaving him behind, and that's not mentioning his wanting to be one of the strongest Jounin Cloud ever had. Which would, obviously, take a crap load of training on his part.
He got a large clearing, surrounded by a ring tall trees. Only a few trees were actually inside the clearing, five of them, and each of them were large and perfect to punch and kick and destroy (Izanagi can be a violent little child). He set down the pack that held a total of three bento boxes (one fully vegetable, one full meat, and one of an assortment of both) at the base of the tree closest to the center - the tree he'd marked to be the one he wouldn't attack and would chill near.
Walking to one of remaining four, he sized it up, placing a hand on the bark and getting a feel for it. Punching trees was much different than punching boulders, and he was far more used to boulders. Boulders were so much harder yet mostly smooth, whereas trees were easier to snap yet had a much rougher exterior; one that could wreak some real havoc on his knuckles.
Exhaling sharply, he merely stared up at the tree for about ten seconds total, before taking a few steps back and clenching his hands into fists. Using the tip of his shoe, he dug out a noticeable line in the grass. It was approximately a yard and a half from the tree (so about four and a half feet). He stood behind the line, before settling into his loose stance, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. He considered the tree for a second, before launching himself at the tree, immediately lashing out with a powerful left-handed hook; indeed, he threw his all behind the punch, and he would not doubt feel more pain than usual on impact. Of course, he would deal more damage to the trunk, as well.
[ Marked For Training ]
[ Word Count] 480