It had taken much from him in terms of time that had passed, times he had completely drained himself to the point of collapsing from exhaustion and the fact that he doubted if his blister-clad hands would ever fully recover from the whole ordeal. But as Yoshihisa lay on his back, barely able to even move or turn his head to look away from his hands, he couldn't help but admire how the small bolts of lightning were dancing in his palms. They now bore the fruit of his week long endeavor, finally reaching the milestone many academy students could only dream about: The sparks weren't there just for show, but actually were part of the first elemental jutsu he had managed to master, going by the name of 'Thunderfist' and was in terms of power really packing a considerable amount of power without too much of a recoil to begin with.
Or at least so he had been told, and so it had been what Yoshihisa had thought until the first day if training had come to an end. It was new for him to use actual offensive jutsu, and while he had heard that even the greatest of Shinobi had a set limit of how many times they could perform a certain jutsu before needing to rest, it had been the first time the boy had come to experience what this was truly about. And while he didn't feel much for spending most of his time recovering, there had always been a feeling that the arts of Ninjutsu would be the major path that he would walk for the remainder of his service to his village, to the people that lived there, stubborn as they might be at times. A faint smile started to spread across his face, realizing very well that he might just be thinking a bit too highly about his own wishes and dreams right now. But that wasn't very unusual for a boy his age, was it now? All he knew were fellow Shinobi or friends outside that circle who had similar dreams, some even greater than the other's, but all of them had hoped to be something in the end they could be proud of.
As he tried his hardest to get back up on his feet to continue his training, Yoshihisa's mind wandered off for a moment to deal with some unfinished business: Was this truly the affinity he was going to settle with, to explore what the Thunder's element could offer him? It wasn't something he should even be thinking as much about as he was, but while charging his fists with another load of static energy, he knew very well that it was in his nature: Both the call of the thunder and the bothersome trait to overanalyze every bit of information that was granted to him, thinking days, weeks, month if not years ahead in steps that might very well be out of the question when he finally got to it. With a sign he settled on the spot before all of the sudden he jumped up towards the old tree trunk he had been practicing near. And like the thunder roared above his head as a signal that the rain wouldn't be too far behind, so too did the crackling energy surrounding his fists before it was launched towards the tree trunk.
"Maybe.. live in the moment a bit more from now on? Who knows, it can't hurt."
The young Shinobi smiled once more as he made his way back towards the village, no longer paying attention to the flames licking away at the remainders of the trunk, nor would he be bothered too much by the rain crashing down from the heavens moments later to kill them after a short struggle: He had seen enough, after all.
[MFT]
Or at least so he had been told, and so it had been what Yoshihisa had thought until the first day if training had come to an end. It was new for him to use actual offensive jutsu, and while he had heard that even the greatest of Shinobi had a set limit of how many times they could perform a certain jutsu before needing to rest, it had been the first time the boy had come to experience what this was truly about. And while he didn't feel much for spending most of his time recovering, there had always been a feeling that the arts of Ninjutsu would be the major path that he would walk for the remainder of his service to his village, to the people that lived there, stubborn as they might be at times. A faint smile started to spread across his face, realizing very well that he might just be thinking a bit too highly about his own wishes and dreams right now. But that wasn't very unusual for a boy his age, was it now? All he knew were fellow Shinobi or friends outside that circle who had similar dreams, some even greater than the other's, but all of them had hoped to be something in the end they could be proud of.
As he tried his hardest to get back up on his feet to continue his training, Yoshihisa's mind wandered off for a moment to deal with some unfinished business: Was this truly the affinity he was going to settle with, to explore what the Thunder's element could offer him? It wasn't something he should even be thinking as much about as he was, but while charging his fists with another load of static energy, he knew very well that it was in his nature: Both the call of the thunder and the bothersome trait to overanalyze every bit of information that was granted to him, thinking days, weeks, month if not years ahead in steps that might very well be out of the question when he finally got to it. With a sign he settled on the spot before all of the sudden he jumped up towards the old tree trunk he had been practicing near. And like the thunder roared above his head as a signal that the rain wouldn't be too far behind, so too did the crackling energy surrounding his fists before it was launched towards the tree trunk.
"Maybe.. live in the moment a bit more from now on? Who knows, it can't hurt."
The young Shinobi smiled once more as he made his way back towards the village, no longer paying attention to the flames licking away at the remainders of the trunk, nor would he be bothered too much by the rain crashing down from the heavens moments later to kill them after a short struggle: He had seen enough, after all.
[MFT]