The sight would not have been one of shock or uniqueness, the young boy who could of been no more than eight or nine casually swinging a blade. Even more unassuming about it was that he was doing so within grounds permitted for use by the academy, meaning he was more than likely a student of the village. These assumptions would be true as Koto was indeed an academy student and would frequently spend free time practicing basic forms. It was always the same routine as he would only practice a single swing, that being a diagonal downward slash. Starting by raising his katana blade over his right shoulder, Koto would bring the blade arcing downwards. On and on this would go with each slash being accompanied by a step forwards after completion. He worked in a circle, pacing himself as to not completely wear himself down as there had been an added difficulty to his training. Although he was nothing but a mere boy the training he'd began to undergo would not discriminate on age. Tied around his wrists and ankles were weights, equal in size though completely limiting his normal movements. While the weights weren't extreme it had been heavy enough where even with his beginning knowledge on chakra, was giving him a hard time.
"193...", was what he muttered in a strained voice after bringing the blade down again. This time he missed his stopping point and the blade would dig into the sand. He'd breath more, releasing the tension of holding a posture and allowing his body to just fall onto the sand below. His exercise had been a hard one as even with all the factors stacked against him it had a practical purpose. "Stance, posture and speed....but sensei forgot to mention..", he'd speak between breaths while both eyes were closed and sweat dripped down his forehead. Opening his eyes, he'd stare at the sky while stretching his limbs out while laying down...
"That this would be so exhausting....and i'm supposed to be able to do one thousand cuts.....sheeeeeeeeesh", he pouted.
"193...", was what he muttered in a strained voice after bringing the blade down again. This time he missed his stopping point and the blade would dig into the sand. He'd breath more, releasing the tension of holding a posture and allowing his body to just fall onto the sand below. His exercise had been a hard one as even with all the factors stacked against him it had a practical purpose. "Stance, posture and speed....but sensei forgot to mention..", he'd speak between breaths while both eyes were closed and sweat dripped down his forehead. Opening his eyes, he'd stare at the sky while stretching his limbs out while laying down...
"That this would be so exhausting....and i'm supposed to be able to do one thousand cuts.....sheeeeeeeeesh", he pouted.