Training [Private]

Hataraki awoken, the sun bursting through the window of his room. The powerful rays of the sun hit his face, awakening him from his slumber. He moved his left leg over to the left of his bed, letting it off, allowing for his foot to touch the floor. He would move his body over, towards the side of the floor where his left foot currently rested on. He lifted himself up, as he sat on his bed, moving his right leg right next to his left leg. He placed his right foot next to his left foot and sighed, thinking. he was currently thinking of his shinobi career, due to the fact, unlike most shinobi, Hataraki can't use ninjutsu, nor genjutsu, or any other type of technique which requires a larger amount of chakra than normal every day citizens had. He stood up, still wearing what he had normally wore during his slumbers, a pair of shorts. He sighed, moving his feet, starting with the right foot, he turned it to face over to his right, where his closet rested in the wall. A small door, which would slide open, inside was Hataraki's clothing, shirts, pants, and his training outfits. Though he mainly wore some of his training outfits, he would occasionally wear something more fancy such as clothing more fit for rather fancy things, such as funerals, he would normally wear a dark colored shirt, along with dark colored pants, though for something like a party, depending on the type of party he would most likely wear some bright colors. He put on his shirt, sliding it down his stomach, then putting his arms through the sleeves which had reached down to near his elbows, a rather tight fit, useful for training so it wouldn't get in the way. The shirt was red, with black on the chest, and two black lines side to side down the sleeve, the black lines had connected to the black on the chest of the shirt. He put on some pants, some red pants, again being tight, rather helpful for when sparring, or on missions. Even better when in a fight, as in Hataraki's opinion, the clothing, the tight clothing wouldn't be in his way when he had sparred, trained, or fought his enemies. The shorts reached down a little past his knee caps. He sighed, wrapping his fists up in wraps as when he would punch things, it wouldn't leave any bruises on his knuckles. He then wrapped his left foot up, allowing him to have less damage done on his own foot when kicking during a fight. Being a taijutsu user, Hataraki gets up close and personal for any fight, including spars. He only chooses Taijutsu as his main fighting style due to it being one he can perform with ease, without the use of chakra, and he wouldn't have to use weapons. He rather dislikes weapons due to the fact that most of his family was killed by them, though he would indeed resort to using weapons if it were a life threatening situation, or perhaps when he saw that weapons were the only thing that would do any good. He continued to wrap his left foot up in the wrappings, then continuing up to do his left leg, up until a point where there would be a small gap between the bottom of his pant legs, and the wrappings, leaving nothing but some skin in between. He then wrapped up his right leg, doing the same as he had done with his left. He strapped on some pouches, where he kept his wrappings in case of any injuries he would receive, or if he had found anyone else hurt. Normally shinobi would keep Kunai, and other weapons in these pouches, however Hataraki had none, he would if he had some, though he hadn't considered going out to buy them as an emergency fall back, in case his normal skills wouldn't harm his opponents. After being fully wrapped on both legs, and both arms, and both feet he would stand completely up, "ALRIGHT!" He yelled out, the time being around lunch time, his stomach making a roaring sound. No time for food.. have to increase in my skills.. He said, flipping back half way, placing the palm of his right hand on the floor, and then he would take his left arm, which was laid next to his body, right next to it, pressing against it, his left hand pointed up towards the ceiling. He moved it to the point where his left palm would be on the floor as well as his right palm. His feet fell down, towards the direction which his stomach was facing. The tip of his toes would be on the ground, as they hit with a tad bit of force creating rather a small noise, loud enough to slightly echo in the room. He sighed, bending his two elbows, his right and his left, perfectly even. They bent at the same time, bent like a normal humans would. They bent until his nose touched the floor gently, the had bent so slow that his nose would hit the floor. He then would push up, unbending the arms slowly as he had pushed up, lifting his body away from the floor. He continued, several times pushing his body up, and down, away from the floor, and towards the floor . He let gravity force him to the floor, to the point where his nose would begin to touch the floor, and then he would fight gravity, resisting it's force upon him, the force which had pushed Hataraki to the ground, the force which had made his nose touch the ground. Though he had let the force push him down to the ground, as it was his exercise, he was simply doing push ups. He would allow the force to push him to the ground one last time, his nose touching the wooden floor of his room, then he would push with his arms, his body launching up into the air as he would had pushed enough to allow himself to stand up fully while putting little to no pressure on the legs, until he stood.


Word count: 1039, training strength

Approved +5 Strength and +5 JP

Hataraki stood in his room, sighing, having just got done with his daily exercising, well, not all of it. He had just gotten done with the push ups, he had still needed to do a quick jog through the village, at the same time picking up some things he had needed. He sighed, moving his head to the right as his spine would slowly, as he moved it, begin to snap. When he had reached the point where he couldn't bend his neck any further, without it still being in a healthy range, he would begin to pick it back up the muscles he had in the neck and made himself stand straight and tall. He then bent his neck towards the left, again keeping himself in the range of healthy, making sure this did no real damage, as this would only be used as a way to crack his neck. Though he had no idea on why he did it, he was rather addicted, after his first attempt at snapping his bones he would continue doing it everyday after he would awaken from his slumber, the slumber he had began usually at ten PM at night time, he had gone to bed around there so he could get up early and begin his training, normally that meant doing push ups, then a jog through the village. Usually in his jog he would stop to get some breakfast, if he had to go shop for some food and stuff like that. He walked over to his window, opening it up, letting the breeze of the wind flow into his home, it kicked up some dust that was laying on the floor, hidden from the view of normal eyes. Hataraki hadn't normally swept his floors, therefore they were rather dusty, even though he had kicked the dust around when he had began his training. He began to climb out the window, turning around as he did so allowing his two feet to point toward the door which would lead to the hall way of his home, he was currently on the second floor of his home. There were multiple rooms in his home, however only one being used, and that was by himself. This was due to the fact that his family had been killed when Hataraki was young, his parents had decided to go out for some dinner, then being killed on the way there. He had a brother, he was a shinnobi as Hataraki was, though his brother being a higher rank than Hataraki was. Hataraki was a simple genin in the village, he hadn't much experience as a true shinobi, in fact he was rather new compared to most other shinobi. To have the status of genin usually had meant that you were new to the shinobi world, thus you would be sent on small ranked missions, such as D ranked missions. Though, most genin had been sent on a few C ranked missions. The average genin was normally put on a team with other genin, and a Jounin, possibly a chuunin. Though Hataraki had no team to be on, he was hoping to one day get one so that he could train with them, it would make it rather easy, sparring instead of simply doing a few push ups and jogging around the village.


He now began to climb to the roof, after sliding the window he had climbed out of shut. he flipped over, allowing his feet to hang on to the edge of the roof top. He would use the chance to jump, his feet on the edge allowing for it as he put all his strength into his feet to pull himself up into a jumping like form. he went into a flip, spinning around and his two feet landing the opposite way of where he was facing when his feet were hanging on the edge. When they were hanging on they had been pointed at the south, the tip of the feet had been anyways, after landing they began to face the north. Upon landing, he would rapidly, if not immediatly perform a few back flips to the point where his heels of his feet were hanging off the edge of his roof top, if he had jumped any further back, which he had not planned on doing, he would land in the streets of Sunagakure. Not really the streets of Sunagakure, more of the path way of sand which was all throughout Sunagakure. He ran forward, headed in to a rapid dash. His arms back behind him, not moving at all as he had ran forward, he had believed this to be rather helpful as he ran, in his opinion it had allowed him to travel faster. He ran across the roof of his home, as he ran forward soon reaching the edge of his home, he would push his foot agaisnt the edge, his right foot, and jump forward. He had jumped between the gap in between his house and the one across the sand path way of Sunagakure. He stuck out his left foot, not the one he had used to launch himself over the gap between the houses, he stuck it out so that he would safely land on the roof, and he did. His left foot reached the roof top, and he rapidly stuck out his right foot, it passing the left and he began to dash across yet another roof top. He had gotten to the ramen shop which was not too far from his home, he had rapidly eaten what he had ordered and made his way for the shops, yet again dashing atop the roof tops and soon arriving. He needed some food, and that had been it really, he wanted nothing more nothing less, he needed nothing more and nothing less. All he required was food so that he could eat at home instead of going out for ramen. He had went to the shelves, grabbing plenty of ramen packs. He then made his way home [EXIT, word count = 1006, training speed.

Approved +5 Speed +5 JP