(Training- Yagiyo, Kin) Molding for every visitor

[Kin]

[WC 350/250, Training post for the week of 7/13-19]
Training had gotten stale and the routine was well set. Kin needed something to keep his pacing fresh and prepare him for nay unforeseen circumstances. Today's training would be one of his favored types, chakra control and molding, but with the added strain that each person to enter the gate would create a need to force more into his work. 'Everyone has their own pool of chakra and it grows very slowly; your practice and training simply expands the amount of your pool you can access and how well much chakra you waste.' This lesson echoed through him as he found a bench on the inside of the gate to sit.

"I'll get this day's workout well enough," Kin muttered to himself as he lifted up his legs and crossed them over one another. Setting his hands in his lap loosely he relaxed as he watched the gate, the morning's sun still just rising up in the eastern sky. A farmer made his way to the gate keeper with a cart of goods, the drape covered in the morning's dew. Clasping his hands together Kin began to focus his chakra, pushing it out from his core and into his limbs.

The first visitor began the day's long task and the third saw the birth of sweat beads on Kin's forehead. With every passing soul the young shinobi found his breathes more ragged. Only the end of the day would allow Kin to rest, or so he thought. With his young age and immature chakra network he was able to continue his task for some time. Each entrance providing a few minutes of work and a few parties causing him to present his maximum potential. In the end his day came to its conclusion nearing noon. With nearly twenty-five souls on this slow morning Kin could draw out no more strength, his head was dazed, and an uneasy feeling in his stomach filled him with nausea. Gimping back towards his home the student would try this task again later, but for now it was time to rest and eat.

 

[Kin]

[WC: 282 - Training post]
Short breaks did well to rejuvenate the youth, their young bodies able to bounce back from nearly anything much faster then the older ones. Natural regeneration was something that Kin seemed well versed in. His body recovered within a full day's time and before two days had passed he found himself on that same bench. Better prepared he stroked a small pouch of water he carried with him as the rose tinted sky began to show the sun's light from across the horizon. "Today for sure," he muttered to try and psych himself up. Kin's nares flared as he exhaled, his sight glancing over the first person.

His plan was no different, for every passing soul he would mold some of his chakra and for groups he would push himself further. It seems that same farmer would be the first to make a trip into town. Perhaps it is fate that the humble farmer would be Kin's point of "inspiration" or perhaps just that one's hard work will be the starting point of another. One molding to another, the sweat slowly growing, the mid-day's sun found it's place and Kin was exhausted once more.

As the shinobi's vision began to haze over a martial artist had made his way through the gate. Kin's head fell backwards a bit as he struggled to push out the last ounces of his strength. A shadow cast over his eyes and a blue strand of light passed by his sight followed by the words, "Don't give up little guy." The shadow left and one last big push by Kin let out a ripple of wind. Emptied out, his eyes closed and he nodded off.

 

[Kin]

His training seemed to have gone a week with little in terms of results, but it didn't matter. Every step was a step towards his goal of perfect control. Promises of the most pure protections and the possibilities of profit beyond comprehension were the prize given to those who could master their power. These lofty goals were enough to start off any child and one who was sold into slavery might even see it as a way to purchase their freedom one day.

The reason mattered naught, today was the day he would prove himself. Kin found his spot, now showing a fine polish where he had continued to sit and use the wooden bench seat. Rubbing his full stomach and patting his pouch of water he began his slow breathing, preparing for his exercise routine. The morning dew and the mountaintop mist made the cool morning feel almost like ice as the young shinobi began his task with the morning light's first target.

After the weeks worth of training it finally seemed to be fairly natural to gather up chakra. Molding it around his core and bringing a focal point at his palms Kin felt some level of mastery had been gathered, even if it was only during calm periods he could gather himself so quickly.

By the high sun of noon Kin found his normal 4 hour sweat forming and it was not until 3/4ths the day had passed before he became light headed once more.

Peeking down at his supplies the bread and water were gone, the bottoms of his ankels were red and numb from the great extension of his stillness. The world felt like it was but a daze as his vision seemed to turn. With heavy breaths he struggled, hoping to see that same shadow. He had 'seen' that martial artist twice now; on both occasions he could only make out the shadow of his form and the memory of his voice lingered in his ear. 'Push yourself further with every attempt' perhaps his mantra.

[MFT/ WC: 342]
[ooc: I intended to use this thread up until the point I could test for genin or create the NPC / PC in full.]