The sun beamed at Ryo’s face, he looked the wooden dummy that stood in front of him, he kept twenty feet between himself and the dummy, he narrowed his eyes, he opened and closed his palm, there was an intensity in the air he was training. He had been revitalized in his training ever since joining the Uchiha clan. To him this meant a new responsibility, the responsibility to uphold his clan’s honor and name. He was apart of a family and he was determined to prove himself to all of them.
Inhaling deeply, he pulled his right arm back, the palm of it was open, pointed at the dummy. He accumulated chakra in his right, heat was irradiating off it. He quickly extended his arm, and with that he released a rushing burst of heat from his hand and at the dummy, as it stuck it seemed as if the moisture had left the wooden dummy. Sighing he wished he had a really sparring partner someone he could actually practice with, a teacher someone who could tell him what he was doing wrong or right. Looking around at the area he was currently practicing in he decided to change locations, he didn’t want anyone to get in the crossfire and get hurt.
He thought about places to go Kitsune park was the first place that came to mind, but he decided against it since they were still preparing for the tournament in the area. He thought more about possible locations he could use, the Academy grounds were out of the question, he wanted an open area that he could train in solitude without interruption, but perhaps he could find someone there willing to teach him some more about the abilities he wanted to master. Maybe the forest of death it was open and large, and it would be safe enough for him to practice jutsu. Maybe somewhere outside the village he thought. Going back to the idea of a teacher, he knew that would be helpful if he was tutored by someone with more experience than him.
He thought about all the Shinobi that could train him, and Tatuso was the only that came to mind. He had been trained in identifying poison, Tatijutsu, and genjutsu he felt it was time that he need to be properly trained in ninjutsu. Not to say he wasn’t but he could use some pointers from an elder. He wondered where he could find the Chuunin but he no place could come to mind, he did recently come back to the village he thought, he thought about the places that he could be staying, maybe he ran around asking if the people of Maple Town if they had seen him, giving the people he approached his description, but it was almost as if he was a brand new face in the village, he wondered why that was if Tatuso was a chuunin surely he must be recognized by some people.
As continued his questioning of people on the street, he had a stroke of luck and happened upon someone who had actually seen him, relieved he that his search was finally at the end he made, he took note of the where the old man was directing him, quickly and respectfully thanking him, he made his way where he was directed. Making his way to the front desk of the apartment he gave the clerk the information he knew of Tatuso, the clerk looked over Ryo, and gave him the directions to the room he would be staying him, nodding he quickly ran off towards the room, quickly making his way to door, he stood in front of it for a moment, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door, he shouted “Hey, I need a teacher!” he continued to bang the door, each one getting strong than the last, he was impatient “Come on, I heard from Yaboi that you helped him out and actually gave some good pointers.” He took his hand from the door, and waited for his response.
WC:679
Inhaling deeply, he pulled his right arm back, the palm of it was open, pointed at the dummy. He accumulated chakra in his right, heat was irradiating off it. He quickly extended his arm, and with that he released a rushing burst of heat from his hand and at the dummy, as it stuck it seemed as if the moisture had left the wooden dummy. Sighing he wished he had a really sparring partner someone he could actually practice with, a teacher someone who could tell him what he was doing wrong or right. Looking around at the area he was currently practicing in he decided to change locations, he didn’t want anyone to get in the crossfire and get hurt.
He thought about places to go Kitsune park was the first place that came to mind, but he decided against it since they were still preparing for the tournament in the area. He thought more about possible locations he could use, the Academy grounds were out of the question, he wanted an open area that he could train in solitude without interruption, but perhaps he could find someone there willing to teach him some more about the abilities he wanted to master. Maybe the forest of death it was open and large, and it would be safe enough for him to practice jutsu. Maybe somewhere outside the village he thought. Going back to the idea of a teacher, he knew that would be helpful if he was tutored by someone with more experience than him.
He thought about all the Shinobi that could train him, and Tatuso was the only that came to mind. He had been trained in identifying poison, Tatijutsu, and genjutsu he felt it was time that he need to be properly trained in ninjutsu. Not to say he wasn’t but he could use some pointers from an elder. He wondered where he could find the Chuunin but he no place could come to mind, he did recently come back to the village he thought, he thought about the places that he could be staying, maybe he ran around asking if the people of Maple Town if they had seen him, giving the people he approached his description, but it was almost as if he was a brand new face in the village, he wondered why that was if Tatuso was a chuunin surely he must be recognized by some people.
As continued his questioning of people on the street, he had a stroke of luck and happened upon someone who had actually seen him, relieved he that his search was finally at the end he made, he took note of the where the old man was directing him, quickly and respectfully thanking him, he made his way where he was directed. Making his way to the front desk of the apartment he gave the clerk the information he knew of Tatuso, the clerk looked over Ryo, and gave him the directions to the room he would be staying him, nodding he quickly ran off towards the room, quickly making his way to door, he stood in front of it for a moment, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door, he shouted “Hey, I need a teacher!” he continued to bang the door, each one getting strong than the last, he was impatient “Come on, I heard from Yaboi that you helped him out and actually gave some good pointers.” He took his hand from the door, and waited for his response.
WC:679
With Ryo's permission Tatsuo walked back into the hotel room and went to brush his teeth, from all the things he saw from Ryo at least he knew he had good taste in shows. Rocking some real fresh Nindidas, if the student had a shoe game that strong, his abilities as a ninja must be pretty good too. It wasn't long before Tatsuo emerged from the door, garbed in your typical Chuunin gear. His headband was tightly wrapped around his head, keeping his hair out of his eyes. While he had every intention of getting some rest today, he had to respect a kid who was willing to track him down for the sole reason of training. Hell, he did it in his youth, might as well pay it forward.