All good shinobi possess a wide range of abilities that they can call upon whenever in combat, diversifying one's fighting style can truly bring out the most in someone. But every great fighter has a technique in their arsenal that is their bread and butter. Tatsuo had spent a lot of time training his body to not only be capable of fighting in hand to hand but to fire off powerful ninjutsu capable of changing the landscape itself. Wooden tendrils, kicks so fast you had a hard time keeping up, but there was nothing that was truly his. He had no trump card, no ability he had the utmost faith in, and while some may be okay with that. Tatsuo was not.
That was his reason for being in the forest so early this morning. Saito had run off somewhere leaving the Chuunin free of his sensei duties for the day. Today was about growing himself, a duty he had put on the back-burner since taking Saito on as a student. Not to say he regretted teaching him at all, but its always nice to have some time for yourself. Anyways, he sat in a small forest clearing staring at some of the trees. At one point in his youth to sit in the forest like this without being on his toes could've resulted in a nasty fight but those same animals that may have bothered him once realized Tatsuo was no longer a child struggling to perform a simple body switch technique.
He thought back to his last trip to the Forest of Death before making his trek to Kumogakure. He and Akira had spent most of the day in the forest, near his current location they had even got attacked by a pitch black panther looking to make a snack out of two unsuspecting academy students. Luckily the Inuzuka were an intimidating clan and Akira was able to scare off the beast without provoking it further. It had been so long since all that happened, it almost felt like a different life. Sometimes he wondered what he was up to, he hadn't seen him since he returned he could only hope he was doing alright.
After enough day dreaming he finally let out a sigh and kipped up to his feet. He closed his eyes and separated his feet a shoulder's length apart he thought of an ability, maybe a punch? Swift and strong he sent his fist out in front of him in a crippling blow. Wood shot from his arm as if a tree had just sprouted from that very point. Tatsuo looked down and shook his head, he really wasn't impressed. Who would take him seriously if he yelled Wood Punch! It had to be cooler than that. Returning to his stance and thinking for a moment he brought his hands together in a rapid succession, seal after seal without fail, ending with a loud clap of his hands.
From the ground emerged a wooden spike that tore through the earth and sky alike, going as far to strike back into the ground creating a sizable crater. Unless one was incredibly durable, it's not a technique you'd like to make a habit of getting hit by. "Rising Wood Pillar..?" he mumbled to himself. "Nah... That's lame." he said shaking his hands before letting out another sigh. It really was hard to find a signature technique, it had to be cool, useful, and most of all powerful. After a few more failed attempts at creating a move he fell flat to butt creating a crunch of grass underneath him. Leaning back he used his arms to support him as he looked up to the clouds for any inspiration.
That was his reason for being in the forest so early this morning. Saito had run off somewhere leaving the Chuunin free of his sensei duties for the day. Today was about growing himself, a duty he had put on the back-burner since taking Saito on as a student. Not to say he regretted teaching him at all, but its always nice to have some time for yourself. Anyways, he sat in a small forest clearing staring at some of the trees. At one point in his youth to sit in the forest like this without being on his toes could've resulted in a nasty fight but those same animals that may have bothered him once realized Tatsuo was no longer a child struggling to perform a simple body switch technique.
He thought back to his last trip to the Forest of Death before making his trek to Kumogakure. He and Akira had spent most of the day in the forest, near his current location they had even got attacked by a pitch black panther looking to make a snack out of two unsuspecting academy students. Luckily the Inuzuka were an intimidating clan and Akira was able to scare off the beast without provoking it further. It had been so long since all that happened, it almost felt like a different life. Sometimes he wondered what he was up to, he hadn't seen him since he returned he could only hope he was doing alright.
After enough day dreaming he finally let out a sigh and kipped up to his feet. He closed his eyes and separated his feet a shoulder's length apart he thought of an ability, maybe a punch? Swift and strong he sent his fist out in front of him in a crippling blow. Wood shot from his arm as if a tree had just sprouted from that very point. Tatsuo looked down and shook his head, he really wasn't impressed. Who would take him seriously if he yelled Wood Punch! It had to be cooler than that. Returning to his stance and thinking for a moment he brought his hands together in a rapid succession, seal after seal without fail, ending with a loud clap of his hands.
From the ground emerged a wooden spike that tore through the earth and sky alike, going as far to strike back into the ground creating a sizable crater. Unless one was incredibly durable, it's not a technique you'd like to make a habit of getting hit by. "Rising Wood Pillar..?" he mumbled to himself. "Nah... That's lame." he said shaking his hands before letting out another sigh. It really was hard to find a signature technique, it had to be cool, useful, and most of all powerful. After a few more failed attempts at creating a move he fell flat to butt creating a crunch of grass underneath him. Leaning back he used his arms to support him as he looked up to the clouds for any inspiration.