As he grew up, he knew that his village was a just a smudge in the world, not even worth noting but facing the unknown was something he always wanted. During his travels, he ended up in an isolated mountains, the air was cold and blowing hard that even the slightest misstep would cause his death but still he strive and was able to find a quiet temple, a lone hermit who sat on the temple's doorstep, silently drinking his tea. Something was wrong, unlike where he came from - the place was tranquil, he actually felt warm for the first time in a few hours of climbing the steep mountain.
There, he was greeted by the hermit who introduced himself as a retired shinobi and despite the fact he was keeping himself isolated from the world, the hermit was enjoying himself with some company for what it seems to be, the first time. He spent days in the silent temple, accompanying the old hermit and when he was about to leave, the old hermit offered him another day, but it wasn't for the sake of keeping him there but for training.
The old hermit was a master with whips, made of woven roots of nearby plants and trees. The hermit gave him a whip, worn-out but still durable enough for a fight. Teaching him the basics on how to use the weaponry, it only took him a few minutes to get things right. A natural talent for one could say. Right after learning the basics, the hermit challenged him, a sparring match just to see how he can apply it in an actual fight.
Crackling sounds echoed throughout the mountain, breaking the silence as the two made their way to fight. Exhausted and weak while the hermit was still up and standing. Deep inside, he knew if he were to fail, it would be an insult to the old hermit as this was basically his gift to him for being there with him for a few days. Rising with power, he weaved and moved his own whip with such force and control that one can actually tell that he held the whip for years yet it was his first time.
In the end, the hermit gave his farewell as he made his way back down the mountains, a whip in his hand to protect him from danger.