Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 12:52 am Post subject: Training in the Outskirts (Rank & Jutsu Training)
"900, 901, 902, 903, 904, 905..."
These were the numbers leaving from a young boy's mouth as he struck the tree trunk with his bloodied fists. The young boy was tan in skin tone, a small afro on his head, and a Kirigakure headband around his neck. It was clear this boy was a Ninja and with his appearance, he was probably a Genin. The boy was Mizuken Hayashi. He had been training for the past few years, readying himself for when the next Chuunin Exams that would come around. In his opinion, he was nowhere near ready and that was why he hadn't taken the Exam for the past few years, but in the eyes of his close friends, he was more than ready.
His fists continued to make contact with the tree until in his mind he had counted to 1000. He let his hands fall to his side as he turned and looked at his surroundings. He had been practicing on the outskirts of the village ever since he first found the place. The place was fit for his training as there were many trees for him to fight, piles of somewhat large rocks, and hand painted targets placed on random spots in the area which he had personally brought to the area. Mizuken began to walk towards his Shinobi bag which was propped up near a large boulder and he dug into it to grab his bandages. He slowly began to wrap his fists up in the wrap as he thought of what he should train next. As he finished wrapping his fists, Mizuken made his way over to another tree trunk, raised up his right leg and began to kick. With each kick landing on the side of the trunk, he counted. It was during this counting process he thought of how he has lived his life so far and how he wished to make it better. Mizuken continued to kick the trunk for the next 30 minutes until he reached the number 500 in his head. Slowly lowering his leg and raising his left one, he began the process once more. As he was kicking with his left leg, Mizuken saw something move in the grass not too far away from where he had begun his training. Lowering his leg as he had only gotten to 100, Mizuken began to walk slowly towards the moving grass, taking out a kunai and wielding it for battle. As he got close enough, Mizuken threw the kunai at the moving spot of grass and it laid still. Then as Mizuken approached it, a wooden dummy sprung up with a kunai in the bull's eye on it's chest. It was a dummy that he had borrowed from the Academy to help with his accuracy of throwing kunais and other projectiles.
Removing the kunai and returning back to his trunk, Mizuken felt the desire to begin running more laps around the area. Looking up at the now darkened sky, Mizuken knew that he would soon have to return home as he had been practicing in the area since the crack of dawn. It was here that all day, Mizuken had performed numerous punches and kickes to trees, push-ups and sit-ups, laps, throwing projectiles, chakra control to help walk on water, and even lifting up heavy boulders to increase his strength. He had also been starving himself somewhat, eating only a sandwhich and drinking water from a nearby stream. Feeling the need of tiredness and fatigue, Mizuken walked over to his Shinobi bag, strapped it to his back, but his hood over his head and began to walk home. It was as he left the training area that the once darkened skies began to rain down on the area, making the tired Mizuken run home.
OOC: Not too sure if I did this right Roleplaying Characters: Mizuken Hayashi Koji Tsukino Sanro Yukimura None RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin(C)~Genin(C)~Genin(D) Village: Kiri~Iwa~Iwa Fame: 10~0~0 Reputation: Training Points: 875 Inventory: Mizu-1 12" Tanto, 30 Kunai, 30 Shuriken, 10 Smoke Bombs, 25ft Wire, 15ft Sterilized Gause~Koji-3 Puppets~Sanro-Katana
A few days had passed since Mizuken had done any major training. It was during this small break that he wished to let his body heal somewhat. However he knew that his break couldn't be too long and it was in the midst of the night when he had come to recognize this. Getting out of his bed and getting dressed, Mizuken left his abandoned home and made his way to the outskirts of the Village. After about 15 minutes of walking and thinking, Mizuken had reached the opening in the forest where his stuff laid. The damaged trees, broken rocks, and dented dummies. A small smirk came across his face as he saw this stuff. It was finally clear to him that his stuff was begining to break under his heavy training. No matter, he would still train until he couldn't any more.
Putting his hood above his head, Mizuken began to sprint around the training area. The first few laps were of jogging speed, but after a while, he began to run faster and faster until he was running as fast as he could. Running at his speed and channelling chakra to his feet, well this was something that he had managed to learn after graduating the Academy. Before finishing up his many laps, Mizuken slowed down and did some more at his jogging speed and then finally came to a complete stop at where he had first started. Looking at his equipment and wondering what he should do next, Mizuken removed his somewhat heavy backpack and placed it by some large rocks. Mizuken began to stretch his arms and legs as he knew that he had already been there for what seemed like a few hours but in reality was only one. Finishing up his stretches, Mizuken made his way over to the large rocks once more.
Stacking up three large ones to resemble a rock snowman, Mizuken punched the top one. It cracked slightly, but Mizuken knew he could do better. Unleashing what seemed like a small fury of punches, Mizuken shattered the top boulder. Staring down at his bloodied knuckles that were still wrapped in badages from his previous training sessions, Mizuken channeled some chakra to his hands and made a fist. Feeling a slight increase in power, Mizuken delievered a somewhat heavy strike to the second boulder. The second boulder seemed to be no match for the single punch as 80% of the boulder was gone. Feeling the control of his chakra fade away slightly, Mizuken raised his leg up and then performed a somewhat powerful leg drop which smashed through the remains of the second boulder and left a foot sized indent in the bottom one. Channeling chakra to his right leg, Mizuken stomped once in a somewhat angry manner and crushed it, leaving nothing more the small pebbles of what it formerly was. Looking around, Mizuken saw one of his training dummies and decided it was time to refresh some of his more basic Taijutsu skills.
Walking slowly towards the training dummy, Mizuken moved them so he was surrounded by 5 of them. He then spun them so that their "arms" would begin to attempt to hit him. Dodging the attacks with somewhat ease, Mizuken kicked one dummy in the chest, sending it to fall backwards, and spun on his foot to punch another in it's head, causing it to fall over also. As the remaining 3 continued to spin, Mizuken picked up one of the dummies and launched it at the other 2. It was clear that the dummies didn't help Mizuken with his training, but it was about time they did. Picking 3 of the wooden dummies up, Mizuken placed training targets on each of them. Walking away several feet and then taking out a few kuanis for each hand. Taking a deep breath and then quickly turning on his heel, Mizuken threw each kunai with great power and accuracy...or at least he tried. The strength with which he threw was nearly unmatched by those of his rank, but the accuracy was a somewhat different story. Looking at the dummies, only the kunais skimmed the outsides of the dummies except for one, which was deeply inserted through the dummy's abdominal. Taking out more kunais and this time staring at the dummies, Mizuken began to launch away, throwing kunais with as much precision as he could. It was this time that he at least managed to hit the targets on the dummies and landed a few bull's eyes. With a small look of satisfaction, Mizuken turned his back and walked back towards his backpack.
Returning to his backpack, Mizuken sat down and pulled out a bottle of water. He took a long drink from it before returning it to his bag. He let out a small yawn as he ould see it was still dark and he was still tired. Closing his eyes for a few moments, Mizuken planned to continue his training when he awoke. Roleplaying Characters: Mizuken Hayashi Koji Tsukino Sanro Yukimura None RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin(C)~Genin(C)~Genin(D) Village: Kiri~Iwa~Iwa Fame: 10~0~0 Reputation: Training Points: 875 Inventory: Mizu-1 12" Tanto, 30 Kunai, 30 Shuriken, 10 Smoke Bombs, 25ft Wire, 15ft Sterilized Gause~Koji-3 Puppets~Sanro-Katana
A somewhat small yawn escaped from Mizuken's mouth as he slowly opened his eyes. As his eyes fully opened, Mizuken saw that it was day time, probably early noon. Slowly rising to his feet, Mizuken looked down at his hands that were still slowly dripping blood. Shaking his head slowly at his injuries, Mizuken made his way to a circle of about 6 tree trunks which all had pieces of bark chipped off from some form of physical contact. The trunks were arranged in such a fashion that Mizuken could practice his Taijutsu on many sturdy targets without knocking them down. Standing in the middle of the circle, Mizuken closed his eyes and breathed at a steady pace. Opening up his eyes, Mizuken struck the first trunk in front of him with a strong punch. After making contact with the trunk, he spun on his foot and hit the target to the left of the first trunk. He continued punching the trunks in a circular motion, spinning on his foot after each hit. Every time he punched the trunks hard enough to knock a few thin layers of bark off. After doing this for what seemed like 5 minutes, Mizuken let his fist continue past one of the trees and let it plant itself into the ground. Opening his hand and gripping the ground with a flat palm, Mizuken performed an aeriel flip which he balanced his weight on the one hand and then used his right leg to kick the next trunk in line. Placing his second hand next to his first hand, Mizuken spun on it and used his left leg to kick the one beside the previous. Then, in what seemed in a very quick motion, Mizuken was spinning on both his hands and kicking the trunks with each foot and leaving a small indent with each kick. As he continued to do this, he began to count. After about 10 minutes of spinning on his hands, Mizuken stopped and stood balanced on his hands. He quickly flipped up and landed on his feet. Feeling a sudden crisp wind from the distance, Mizuken was somewhat refreshed as he couldn't help but stop his small training for the great feeling of the wind. As the breeze went away, Mizuken turned back to the trunk and channeled more chakra through his hands. He clenched his hands into fists and then shoved them both into the middle of the trunk. As his fists made contact with the trunk, the sheer force and amount of chakra channeled through the fists were enough to cause the trunk to snap apart. Mizuken's fists provided enough power to not only plow through the trunk, but also completely seperate it from it's base. As Mizuken took on his normal casual stance a small smile came across his face as sweat came down his face. He was proud of himself. He had been working on that single attack for quite some time ever since he saw one of his Academy teachers use it. Raising one hand up to wipe away the sweat, Mizuken turned and began to walk towards the stream where he would sometimes drink from or use to practice his chakra control.
Walking slowly and finally reaching the stream, Mizuken kneeled down and looked in and saw the little fish and frogs swim around inside. Plunging his two hands into the water, Mizuken scooped out a handful of water which he splashed onto his face and then looked at the stream once again. Slowly standing to his feet, Mizuken planned to perfect his usage of chakra control and using the stream had worked out for him for the past few years. Channeling some chakra to his right foot, Mizuken stepped onto the water. He then did the same for his left foot and before he knew it, he was standing on water. No big deal. He learned to stand on water back when he was in the Academy, learned how to walk on it when becoming a Genin. What he really planned on doing was learning how to run and play on the water as if he did on land. With this in his mind, Mizuken began to slowly jog on the water top and sped up as he could. Each step causing a small ripple, disturbing the small aquatic animals below, but then again what did they care as long as he didn't...SPLASH. Fall in. Standing up from the stream, Mizuken was soaked from the waist down. A small look of disappointment came across his face as he swam to the land and tried it once more. Looking at the stream once more and giving a look of determination, Mizuken walked onto the water once more. He began to slowly jog once more and it was this time that he gotten better than before. He was able to jog on the water for 5 minutes before falling to the cold waters. With this new knowledge, he tried again and again. He continued to try for the next hour and by the time that hour was up, Mizuken had been able to run on the water for over 25 minutes. With a look of acomplishment on his face, Mizuken began to walk back to his large boulder.
After a 10 minute walk back to his boulder, Mizuken pondered on the idea of what he should train next. He had worked on his Taijutsu like he normally did, but he knew taht he should start working on his Ninjutsu so that he wouldn't be that far behind with those of his rank. Thinking of the Ninjutsus he did know, he only remebered the few he learned from the Academy. Shaking his head slightly, Mizuken knew that one of these days he would have to find someone to train him to unlock his true abilities. In the meantime however, he would have to do with what he had. Doing the proper string of handseals, Mizuken yelled out;
"Bunshin no Jutsu"
A small puff of smoke appeared and two clones appeared on Mizuken's sides. They looked exactly like him, but it was no surprise. Mizuken was one of the best to use the jutsu in his Academy class. The only problem was he could only create 2 at a time and with him wanting to become a Chuunin or even higher, that wasn't going to cut it. Slightly tired from the earlier training, Mizuken stared at the skies above. It was getting late meaning it was probably around 8 or 9 o' clock. Sighing heavily Mizuken wasn't going to stop his trainign until he could create 5 clones with ease and so letting the clones disperse, he tried again. The process continued on and on, failing to create more than 2 or 3 clones with each try. It was clear that Mizuken was tired, but he failed to recognize that himself. He wasn't going to accept the fact that he was too tired to create more clones. It wasn't for another few hours of creating a few clones that when he was only able to conjure up 1 clone and then he couldn't create anymore that he fell backwards into a small patch of grass and began to journey into a deep slumber so his body could heal on its own. Roleplaying Characters: Mizuken Hayashi Koji Tsukino Sanro Yukimura None RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin(C)~Genin(C)~Genin(D) Village: Kiri~Iwa~Iwa Fame: 10~0~0 Reputation: Training Points: 875 Inventory: Mizu-1 12" Tanto, 30 Kunai, 30 Shuriken, 10 Smoke Bombs, 25ft Wire, 15ft Sterilized Gause~Koji-3 Puppets~Sanro-Katana
After a few hours of sleeping in the open field, Mizuken slowly opened his right eye and then his left. Getting in a good look at his surrounding, his thoughts began to slowly return to him on what had happened before his passing out during training. Slowly rising to his feet, Mizuken looked down at his hands and saw dried blood crusting up at the knuckles. Sitting down on the closet boulder to him, he began to pick the crust from his knuckles while thinking of what to do. After he finally removed the crust from his knuckles, a scar could easily be made out. A small smirk coming across his face, Mizuken stood to his feet, held his hands in front of himself once more, and then yelled out;
"Bushin no Jutsu"
As the words left from his mouth, Mizuken went up in a large smoke and as the smoke faded, his hard work had managed to pay off a little. He had made 4 perfect clones of himself. Even though he wanted to make at least 5, the 4 he did make was a big improvement from the 2 and a half he could make. With this in mind, Mizuken began to train the clone somewhat. Picking up a kunai in the ground, the clones did so as well. Twirlling the kunai between his fingers, Mizuken then threw it with great speed and accuracy at a target. The clones were somewhat fascinated at what the original had done and wanted to do it as well. Throwing their kunais and having some of them hit the targets, Mizuken knew they would have to work hard. He left 2 clones to continue practicing their aim on target practice while taking the other two for some different training.
Walking some distance away from the two clones doing target practice, Mizuken began to teach his other two clones Taijutsu. Simple punches and kicks at first as he knew that they weren't capable of doing higher leveled stuff yet as they would simple fade back into smoke. As the clones began to get the hang of what they were told to do, Mizuken began to feel a little tired again. Breaking into a little sweat, Mizuken went to sit down as he was steadily losing chakra to keep his clones up. After about 30 minutes of his clones training, Mizuken stood up and told them their training for now was done, the clones turned to him, nodded, and then dispersed into smoke. Raising one hand to wipe the heavy sweat from his forehead, Mizuken looked at the heavy mist that had begun to cover his area. It was no surprise that the mist had finally found his spot and began to take it over, but then again it could help him with his training. Turning and staring at the fog that was getting thicker by the second, Mizuken ran straight into it.
As Mizuken entered the dense fog, all that could be seen was a silouette of his body. Within seconds, quick movements of fists and kicks were seen as blurs. The punches and kicks at first would seem to be a waste of time, but actually the fog had surrounded the trees that he had been practicing on in his previous sessions. He was working on fighting without using his sight, but instead his hearing and other senses. He could get a feel of where the trees were and nearly pin point the targets on them. As more time began to past, the fog past over the area and left a very tired Mizuken standing with bloody knuckles once more. Staring at the targets surrounding him though, it was clear that he was somewhat good at what he was training. Handprints of his fists were outlined in blood on various areas of the targets. His kicks were seen by the imprint of his foot in the targets either leaving a hole in it or completely tearing the target from the trees. As a few more minutes passed, the heavy breathing, tired, and chakra drained Mizuken plopped backwards and landed on his butt. Pulling out the pick in his pocket, he began to slowly pick out his hair once more, cursing under his breath about how the mist and fog was bad for his hair. _________________ Click Here!!! Roleplaying Characters: Mizuken Hayashi Koji Tsukino Sanro Yukimura None RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin(C)~Genin(C)~Genin(D) Village: Kiri~Iwa~Iwa Fame: 10~0~0 Reputation: Training Points: 875 Inventory: Mizu-1 12" Tanto, 30 Kunai, 30 Shuriken, 10 Smoke Bombs, 25ft Wire, 15ft Sterilized Gause~Koji-3 Puppets~Sanro-Katana
A couple of weeks passed as Mizuken's last training session was a somewhat small success. Over the past few days, he had been doing various things around the Village and letting his training slip up a bit. Besides the few sit-ups and push-ups he did at home and the few laps around the Village, Mizuken wasn't really sharpening his Shinobi skills. It was only until he found out the Chuunin Exams were around the corner that he took off from his work and returned to his training area.
Sprinting to his area, Mizuken was huffing and puffing when he arrived. He was happy to see that no one had been to his area since he himself hadn't been there for a while. He looked around not knowing what to do first. Then it hit him, stretching. Lifting his right arm across his chest and stretching it while counting, Mizuken thought of how strong his opponents had probably gotten over the past few years. He lowered his right arm and did the same with his left arm. He couldn't help but think that he had probably been slipping up over the past few months with training and that would lead to his downfall. He lowered his left arm and in his mind he knew that today's practice would be a long one. With this in mind, Mizuken began to sprint around the training area and it was then he began to count softly in his head. After about a half a hour of sprinting, Mizuken began to run. He was extremely determined to become a Chuunin this year even though it would be his first year trying out. He had heard rumors on how hard the Chuunin Exams were and that was why he didn't take it when he was graduating from the Academy like the other new Genins. He knew that he would probably pass then, but he wanted to do more than just pass. Mizuken wanted to blow people away with his impressive Shinobi skills and possibly join the Kirigakure's ANBU ranks. After reaching a hour or so of running, Mizuken began to slow down and walked to his weight training area.
Reaching his weight training area all that could seen were large weights, small weights, rocks of different sizes, and even some body weights. For his size, Mizuken was nothing more than a toothpick with a little meat on himself. He knew that even though his Taijutsu skills were nearly unmatched at his current size, he would have to gain more natural muscles to make his attacks stronger. He lifted up a small weight (around 20 pounds) and began to do curls. He did curls until he couldn't do them anymore (around 75). Dropping the curls, Mizuken made his way over to pick up another set of dumbells (around 15 pounds) and began to work on his triceps. He maxed out after about 30 minutes and did around 50. By now the young Shinobi was clearly tired, but he wasn't giving up. He knew that this type of training proved that he needed to improve his natural strength without chakra. He laid down on a slanted rock and picked up a large weight (a little over 100 pounds). He raised the weight up and down over his chest numerous times, working his chest muscles, and did so for about 45 minutes. It was doing this that he found out he could a bit over 100 reps and was somewhat happy because he was lifting around his weight. When he felt his arms about to give out, Mizuken tossed the weight to his side and sat up. By now, Mizuken was drenched in sweat and was burning up wearing his jacket. It was then he removed his jacket and T shirt and tightened his belt so it wouldn't fall off his waist. He looked around at the weights surrounding him and picked up the leg weights (20 pounds). He strapped them to his shins and made his way to where the tree trunks were.
Getting to where the trunks were at, Mizuken was planning on working on his kicks. Yeah it was true he could kick the tree and knock off some splinters, but he wanted to get to the point where he was kicking craters in them. He knew that he could start working on that goal today and if he continued to work on it then by the time the Exams came around he'd be good to go. Raising his right leg, Mizuken began to perform leg kicks to the side of the trunk. He counted softly every time he kicked the trunk and hoped that in time these kicks would be good enough to one day help him achieve what he planned to achieve. Right now he just wanted to be happy, but that wouldn't be during this time of war with Konoha and its allies. It was during these kicks that he thought of the few people he knew that had already died due to the war that was occurring between the Great Nations. As these thoughts began to kick in, Mizuken lowered his right leg after about 45 minutes and lifted his left leg to do the same. He couldn't help but think that one of these days he may have to fight someone and if he wasn't strong enough he would probably die like his family. He would probably die like his Father with a kuani to his skull, or his Mother with a sword through her heart. Or he could be lucky and die when no one was around like his brother porbably did as he hasn't even seen his brother's body ever since he left that one night. Mizuken lowered his leg after about an hour and stood still in the dense fog that began to surround him. His body ached badly from the training, but it always ached. The only thing different was that today his heart ached. He couldn't believe that hsi family died and his brother abandoned him at their time of need. Standing alone in the area, a single tear rolled down from Mizuken's eye and he yelled out into the empty fog;
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