Another day, another time to train again. The uchiha sat leg crossed in his bed with thoughts on what aspect of his skill he should develop today. Taijutsu, ninjutsu or bukijutsu? He pondered to himself as uncertainty tugged at his features. For as long as he could remember, ninjutsu had always been something he was skilled at as opposed to taijutsu, but on the other hand he had never really practised utilising ninja tools. Needless to say, the uchiha were renowned for their nimble and clever use of these shinobi weapons. Each had a tool he was accustomed to and the more Hoheto thought about it, the more he didn't want to come out any different; not before the clan or his adoptive father--Takeshi who had high hopes for him. Moreover, mastery over this art he figured should aid in a dire situation where chakra was in sparse amounts.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, the uchiha got up dragging his tired feet on the cold floor to the bathroom. Cupping his palms, he scooped up water, rinsing off the dirt he had incurred on his face during his stay in bed.
Soon after, he got dressed in his usual high collared black shirt, with white shorts and black sandals to his feet as he strolled down to the leaf's training ground with his arms wrapped behind his head. He arrived as the only one present but to him this way okay. This way, he didn't have to worry about others laughing at him.
"I should get started then" He stood gauging the distance he provided between himself and the dormant, training figure planted on one side of the training ground. Without so much as a second, he rummaged through his ninja pouch, giving a shot at the red circle marked on the dummy's chest, with a volleyed kunai accompanied with power but little precision. To no surprise, he watched the projectile sail meters past its intended target. For its intent and purposes, the knowledge of shuriken jutsu was far from his reach but he was determined to make something out this. Again, he thought, but this time his attempt resulted in a throw much worse than the first. With each try, Hoheto cut out a frustrated figure watching a repeat of his horrible attempts.
WC 385
Breathing out a sigh of relief, the uchiha got up dragging his tired feet on the cold floor to the bathroom. Cupping his palms, he scooped up water, rinsing off the dirt he had incurred on his face during his stay in bed.
Soon after, he got dressed in his usual high collared black shirt, with white shorts and black sandals to his feet as he strolled down to the leaf's training ground with his arms wrapped behind his head. He arrived as the only one present but to him this way okay. This way, he didn't have to worry about others laughing at him.
"I should get started then" He stood gauging the distance he provided between himself and the dormant, training figure planted on one side of the training ground. Without so much as a second, he rummaged through his ninja pouch, giving a shot at the red circle marked on the dummy's chest, with a volleyed kunai accompanied with power but little precision. To no surprise, he watched the projectile sail meters past its intended target. For its intent and purposes, the knowledge of shuriken jutsu was far from his reach but he was determined to make something out this. Again, he thought, but this time his attempt resulted in a throw much worse than the first. With each try, Hoheto cut out a frustrated figure watching a repeat of his horrible attempts.
WC 385