Oriryuu Training: I
After spending some time at the village Library, Ryuu found himself running late on his weekly training. The passing have over the moon let him known he was more than an hour late. He sighed, coming the the conclusion it would be best if he didn't even go home. It was already late, his father would definitely be irritated with his actions. He allowed for his hands to drown in the comforts of his kimono’s sleeve. “I'll just train alone for today, at least that way I can have a more believable excuse than me staying late for school.” He began to make his way through the village, his destination not far, but the walk was definitely tiring considering he was already tired.
Yawns equal to that of howling wolves would detail his exhaustion, he wasn't planning to do anything too physical, but some lengthy meditation and image training to help build his control would prove fair enough. At last his his walking came to a halt, his place of training would be a local training spot for genin. Most Academy students avoided the area, just due to rank of superiority, but coming after dark really removed that problem. Decorated with wooden post in the shape of people, along with hay stacks for target practice. A stream that passed through the far back of the area and large trees and foliage for other training purposes.
His mind had already been made on what he had planned to do, that being practicing his chakra control, so that he could perform more extravagant justu with ease. His hands gently formed the seal of the tiger. In this motion, chakra began to flow to his feet. Gentle sounds of whispering wind resonated from around him. The surrounding leafs picked up for a single moment before being gripped by the wind. His breathing calm and steady, gaining such control seemed easy, but his preparation was far too long. In combat he would be a sitting duck. His father able to channel chakra with even weaving signs at times.
With his acts being completed he moved forward in a dash, he was running towards the tallest tree he could find. He began to scale the tree, his feet place on it trunk as he steadily ran skyward. Over and over again he would repeat this, when falling he would mark his highest point. Pouring and sweat and breathing heavily, he had not reached his goal just yet, he had not reached the top. He wanted the closet view of the moon that he could get. His determination could be see on his face, cuts and bruises riddled his body. Yet he continued , he innate nature to hate failure wouldn't allow for him to stop until he reached the top.
Once more he would go, his final push. His movements quick, his speed evening increasing in this training. His first few streets upon the trunk were smooth, the higher he got the more gravity fought his body, slipping slightly, but in that very moment re-balancing his chakra so that he could replant his foot and swing his way up to even greater heights. Now in motion fatigue became nonexistent. Adrenaline fueling his body along with his desire to succeed. One final push allowing for him to break through the tree top to achieve his goal. Although it was not the moon he would see. His father oddly standing at the top awaiting him. “You did well.”
After spending some time at the village Library, Ryuu found himself running late on his weekly training. The passing have over the moon let him known he was more than an hour late. He sighed, coming the the conclusion it would be best if he didn't even go home. It was already late, his father would definitely be irritated with his actions. He allowed for his hands to drown in the comforts of his kimono’s sleeve. “I'll just train alone for today, at least that way I can have a more believable excuse than me staying late for school.” He began to make his way through the village, his destination not far, but the walk was definitely tiring considering he was already tired.
Yawns equal to that of howling wolves would detail his exhaustion, he wasn't planning to do anything too physical, but some lengthy meditation and image training to help build his control would prove fair enough. At last his his walking came to a halt, his place of training would be a local training spot for genin. Most Academy students avoided the area, just due to rank of superiority, but coming after dark really removed that problem. Decorated with wooden post in the shape of people, along with hay stacks for target practice. A stream that passed through the far back of the area and large trees and foliage for other training purposes.
His mind had already been made on what he had planned to do, that being practicing his chakra control, so that he could perform more extravagant justu with ease. His hands gently formed the seal of the tiger. In this motion, chakra began to flow to his feet. Gentle sounds of whispering wind resonated from around him. The surrounding leafs picked up for a single moment before being gripped by the wind. His breathing calm and steady, gaining such control seemed easy, but his preparation was far too long. In combat he would be a sitting duck. His father able to channel chakra with even weaving signs at times.
With his acts being completed he moved forward in a dash, he was running towards the tallest tree he could find. He began to scale the tree, his feet place on it trunk as he steadily ran skyward. Over and over again he would repeat this, when falling he would mark his highest point. Pouring and sweat and breathing heavily, he had not reached his goal just yet, he had not reached the top. He wanted the closet view of the moon that he could get. His determination could be see on his face, cuts and bruises riddled his body. Yet he continued , he innate nature to hate failure wouldn't allow for him to stop until he reached the top.
Once more he would go, his final push. His movements quick, his speed evening increasing in this training. His first few streets upon the trunk were smooth, the higher he got the more gravity fought his body, slipping slightly, but in that very moment re-balancing his chakra so that he could replant his foot and swing his way up to even greater heights. Now in motion fatigue became nonexistent. Adrenaline fueling his body along with his desire to succeed. One final push allowing for him to break through the tree top to achieve his goal. Although it was not the moon he would see. His father oddly standing at the top awaiting him. “You did well.”
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