Stepping into the open space of the training grounds at the Academy, Shusuke placed his hands together and surged a small amount of chakra through his system. Grabbing his father's blade he darted forward towards one of the training dummies. Disappearing in front of it his body apparated behind it and began a flurry of blows towards the wooden structure, small shallow incision began to appear across the dummy as the small boy darted back and forth around the target. Stopping a few feet in front of the dummy a bead of sweat could be seen dripping down his brow. He still had a lot to learn but he felt confident for his age bracket when it came to his speed and agility. Turning to take a couple of steps away he spun the blade into the air before catching it with his off hand and sliding it back into his sheath.
The sun was high in the sky, marking it was around midday but he had no classes this day. His eyes looked around the field to see if anyone else was out here. He wasn't too familiar with his peers, which he was okay with. Children can be so immature and he couldn't be bothered for most of their trifling ideas. He much preferred the company of his elders, though for a child his age most people he encountered was his elder. Pulling out his canteen he took a sip of water and smiled. He was excited to become a ninja, much like his parents, and mold his body and mind into that of a weapon. He positioned himself to go for another round with his fingers softly touching his hilt, sliding them gently across the grip. He lowered his body into a striking position.
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The sun was high in the sky, marking it was around midday but he had no classes this day. His eyes looked around the field to see if anyone else was out here. He wasn't too familiar with his peers, which he was okay with. Children can be so immature and he couldn't be bothered for most of their trifling ideas. He much preferred the company of his elders, though for a child his age most people he encountered was his elder. Pulling out his canteen he took a sip of water and smiled. He was excited to become a ninja, much like his parents, and mold his body and mind into that of a weapon. He positioned himself to go for another round with his fingers softly touching his hilt, sliding them gently across the grip. He lowered his body into a striking position.
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