Training [Flashback private]

Okichi awoken, powerful rays which were made from the sun had blasted through his window and on to his face, on to his closer eye lids. He barely opened his eyes, the sun’s powerful rays temporarily blinding Okichi, however doing no real damage to his eyes. He turned over, moving his eyes out of the powerful rays created by the sun and faced the wall. He would begin thinking, thinking of the past, thinking of the times when he still had a live family to live with, he sighed thinking of them. His family had been killed, by Okichi’s brother who later left and joined the village of Kirigakure, only to be sent on a suicide mission later, at least that was what Okichi was told. The mission was to kill a group of S ranked shinobi, who had recently left their village. Though, the past was the past. There was no changing it, only remembering. He began to think of how lazy he had gotten since his families death, he remembered the training his brother and father had put him through


[Flashback]


Okichi had awoken early in the morning, at this time he was at the age of seven. His mornings were usually like this, his father or brother waking him up around the current time of five AM only to throw him down the stairs for him to keep trying to gain balance before falling over on to his head, and hitting the wall at the end of the stairs. They normally rushed him to eat, they would watch him making a bowl of cereal only to encourage him to try and gulp it all down as if it were all a drink, usually he did, and usually he ended up choking for a slight moment but then he would force it down into his stomach for the acids inside of his stomach to burn apart for it all to come out at some point later on during his training. Around three minutes after beginning to eat Okichi and whoever was training him would dash, his father and brother chasing him out the front door, the father usually shutting the door. However few times it would be his brother training Okichi instead of the father, or sometimes with, but most of the time his father solo trained Okichi. Okichi and whoever was training him usually ran a few miles around the village known as Kumogakure, one of the five major villages. Kumogakure, in Okichi’s opinion had always been a rather offensive village. Offensive meaning going up and fighting, head on fighting whoever was their enemy. At least, that was all Okichi’s opinion. Konohagakure, another major village seemed to be the opposite of Kumogakure in Okichi’s opinion. It seemed defensive, fighting when they needed to.

After dashing around the village for a few miles and then returning to the home, Okichi’s father or brother or whoever was training him would let him rest, for about half of an hour. After his break, he would begin to race with his trainer or trainers, usually it was just his father who wore heavy clothing to slow himself down due to him being at a higher sped than Okichi, though sometimes it was his brother who wore light clothing and forced his brother, Okichi to wear heavier clothing, this was to eventually make Okichi faster through this training. The goal was to beat the training as they ran, ran through the village of Kumogakure with five laps. If he won, he got a two hour break, if he lost, he had one more lap to run.

[End speed training = 600 words.]

Most of the time he had lost, which did indeed go to result in another lap of running while his trainer would watch to make sure he wouldn’t sneak any breaks in. After he ran the extra lap he would begin to do all sorts of exercise, the racing through the village was just a warm up his trainer always told him. He usually started things off with pushups, bending his knees to the ground, though usually it starts out with him being tired and he would fall to his knees, his trainer always mistook it for wanting to begin the five hundred pushups first. He would place the palms of his hands to the ground, about five inches apart and then his toes would keep all other body parts of the ground. He bent his arms, they would go out the way all human’s arms would. The angle he was at made them go out to the side when they were bent, them being his elbows. When he would be finished he would already have sweat pouring down his forehead and on to his clothing. This had been due to the running through the village and five hundred pushups without a break. After the pushups his trainer normally pulled on the back of his shirt, lifting him in to the air, and then placing him down on his sore feet. He was already tired, having done quite a bit of training already, he normally wishes at times like this that he wouldn’t have to train like this. Though this normally happened five days a week, he got off two days, unless Okichi wanted to train however that rarely happens. After the pushups he began to exercise with three hundred jumping jacks, this usually made his arms sore as he waved them up in the air to have the palms of his hands clap together, then back down to hit the side of his body. By that time it normally would have been nine in the morning, the sun would be up and the heat would now begin to affect Okichi as he trained with his family. His father stated that Okichi would be allowed to stop this exercise when he became a genin, he hoped that day had been soon. Usually he would stop exercising around that time, and take a break.

[End strength training word count = 400.]

Approved +3 Speed +2 Strength and + 10 JP

Okichi would continue to lay there on his bed, sighing. He remembered his past, the training that he had went though. He sighed, his two feet planted on the floor, he was sitting on his bed in the house where is family had been murdered. The killer was his brother. He had been told not to trust anyone as a shinobi. Afterwards his brother tried to kill him, Okichi had ran. He ran quickly, wearing light clothing, with the training his family had put him through he was quick enough to barely escape a few fatal attacks. He had been cut a few times in a few places. Though he continued to run, soon enough reaching a group of shinobi who would witness the attacks launched on Okichi, and they would capture his brother. He had been imprisoned. Okichi only sighed remembering the past, he would need to train to become stronger, to fight his enemies rather than running from them.
Okichi would get out of his bed, stretching his arms up in to the air and bending his back backwards, letting his spine snap safely. He began to pull each of his fingers, five on one and five on the other, they snapped, one by one as he pulled them. He would walk over to his closet, and slide it open. His closet door was a slide open, few people had it from what Okichi had seen, most have a closet which you would pull open or push open. He would look to the side, to where the walls were in his closet, there were clothes on a pole, a small thin metal pole which would go from one wall to another, it was about nine inches.

He pulled a shirt, it had been black, and sleeveless, he would take off the shirt he was wearing and put on the sleeveless black shirt. He then looked over to the otherside where his pants hung folded on a pole nearly exactly the same as the other one, though this one had been less new and had small brown colors on it, it had needed to be replaced, Okichi had decided to do it another day, right now it was time for training. He pulled off some black pants; they had a few pockets, some on the front, on his thighs and some on the back near the top. He would take out a belt, to hold his pouch which was filled with weapons, small weapons. Weapons and wires anyways. It also held a book inside, a small book which held information on Uzumaki Naruto, someone from the past in the shinobi world who had saved the village of Konohagakure a handful of times. Though he wasn’t going to be reading the book yet, he needed to do some training rather than doing some peaceful reading. He put on the belt, and the pouch on his side. He took a small weapon out of the pouch, it had a chain from the handle to the blade, it was like a knife, the blade itself was small and thin but capable of cutting through certain things, such as skin. It could cut something nice and easy, cutting things a normal blade might not be able to. Though it can cut things easier, it wasn’t something normally used in a fight, the blade could break more easier than a blade of a Katana, if the two were to clash then Okichi’s small chained blade would surely be broken.

The blade had been put on the belt, and the other end had been put on the pouch to the point to where it was attached, it wouldn’t be able to be stolen by any thief, unless they would have enough time to get it loose enough, and by then Okichi would most likely notice. If not, then a rather useful weapon would be lost. If he would notice, he would most likely take the blade and stab the thief.

He would walk towards a door to the side on the wall away from his closet; this would lead him in to the hall way of the top floor of the house. He would reach for the door and open it, twisting his wrist and the door knob in the same way, they moved together and at the same time. He continued until there was a click from the knob. He would pull the knob towards him, the door moving towards him due to that, he would continue eventually moving back to avoid the door now heading for him. It would continue until Okichi let the door go and it slammed rather gently into the wall. He would walk through the door way and head in to his hall way. He turned right, towards the staircase which would lead to downstairs. He would walk, passing a few rooms which was In between his room and the staircase. One of the two rooms belonged to his older brother, the one who had killed the family who had once lived here together, happily, now it was just Okichi on his own, he was still rather happy though, not too depressed, though he had trouble with trusting people now. He had also passed the bathroom, he would begin to remember every morning when he still had his family, when Okichi got done eating and training he normally ran for the bathroom, racing his family how would usually take hours on purpose to aggravate Okichi. If he was second, his family normally made him return to training, if he was first, when finished, he could go out to meet his friends. Usually, he set it up to where he could get there first. He then passed the room where his parents slept, along with his baby brother who had been killed by his older brother.

He turned left at the end of the hall, turning to walk down the staircase. He moved down, a single step at a time slightly tired, having just awoken not too long ago. He was ready to get some food, he would turn right after getting to the bottom of the staircase and walk through an open door way that had no door, the door had been removed once Okichi crashed into it during his training with his brother, after that day their mother had banned sparring in the house. He would walk over to a cabinet which hung over the counter attached to the wall and the ceiling to prevent them from falling down. He would reach up, opening one of them closer to the door way. Inside were several boxes of cereal. The cabinets were smooth and made of wood, they hadn’t been decorated to look fancy like most houses have them, and these were plain, old cabinets. He took out a brightly colored box, and began to shake it around; it didn’t seem to have much cereal left inside it. It was nearly empty, enough for another bowl or so. He would go over, above the sink where there laid a small cabinet above a window, he would open it and grab out a small bowl. He took it over next to the box; he would place it down right next to the box on top of the counter top. He would go over to a fridge near the oven, opening It a blast of cold air would hit Okichi’s skin as he reached inside it would get colder, he grabbed the cold milk and took his hand out. He then closed the fridge and made way for the bowl and box of cereal. He opened the box, holding it up and then tipping it over towards the bowl, he would turn it sideways yet nothing came out, he turned it over more and more to where it had nearly been moved to completely upside down. Some cereal finally came out and fell into the empty bowl, filling it up. He then closed the now empty box and threw it, aimed at the counter across the room, next to it anyways. Beside the counter laid a trashcan, the box would hit the wall and miss, it fell to the floor was Okichi would sigh, beginning to open the bottle of milk and pour it in to the bowl halfway filled with cereal. The cereal would float up with the milk being poured in it. The bowl was nearly all the way filled when he would go, closing the milk after turning it right side up and moving towards a counter next to the sink, he would open the drawer, inside was filled with silverware, it was all organized cleanly and neatly. He would move his hand over to the left of the drawer, where there laid about twenty spoons stacked up on each other. He would take the top one, and gently close the drawer. It would shut, he moved over to the bowl filled with cereal and milk and let the spoon dive in, his hand being in charge he would pick it back up after moving in to the bowl half way, and move towards his mouth. On the spoon there was now milk and a bit of cereal, enough to fill Okichi’s mouth up somewhat. He began to chew, after sticking the spoon which had food on it and pulling the spoon out leaving the food in his mouth. He swallowed the milk as he would chew the now dry cereal. The cereal had a bit of sugar on it, making it slightly sweet; it also contained some cinnamon in it. He chewed it up to bits and pieces before swallowing them. He repeated, over and over, like every day in his life did.

After finishing, he moved the bowl over to the sink; he simply left it there for him to later clean up. He ran some water in to it, letting it sit there, letting the milk rinse out. He would walk, outside of his home where he would turn around and lock the front door, the door which led him to his front yard. He would sigh, heading in to the village of Kumogakure where the tall buildings were enough for him to begin training on. He remembered training this as a young child. He would charge chakra in to his feet, the perfect amount in his opinion, and he charged for the giant wall of a rather large building. He would begin to run up it, the chakra in his feet allowing him to stick to the wall. He knew what would happen if he had too little chakra stored in his feet while he walked on the wall, he would simply fall off, the amount of chakra wouldn’t be able to keep him on to the wall. If he put too much in to his feet then he would damage the wall, also falling down. The chaka could break the wall if he would put too much in to his feet. He would be running up the tall wall, worrying about falling down if he went slowly and calmly. He worried that his chakra would give out if he took too long, he worried that he would fall down and be injured if hi chakra would give out and let him fall. He only sighed, taking a quick breath. He would begin to walk up the wall now. Keeping calm, his eyes closed he was thinking of more training, what would he do next? Perhaps instead of training he would red, to get some inspiration to train. Okichi would soon walk to the edge of the wall; the next step had nothing solid for him to stand on. He took the foot hovering over nothing but thin air and put it back next to his other foot, planted on the wall, be would bend his knees to go closer to the wall, and he would grab the edge and pull himself on to the roof of the building, he sighed, pulling his book out.

He had read this book quite a few times already, he sighed, this time just looking for something in the book the characters in the book would have done. He focused mainly on the white haired character, a Jounin of Konohagakure who possessed the Doujutsu known as Sharingan. It seemed to have been at its max, though; little had been told on the white haired man known as Kakshi, the shinobi who could copy jutsu. He only sighed, having very limited information on anyone other than the main character of the book, Uzumaki Naruto. Naruto had been born in the village of Konohagakure, as a child he had caused trouble and he spent quite a few years in the shinobi academy. Though, Okichi wasn’t too interested in him having read about him quite a few times alreadu. He was mostly interested in Kakashi. He skimmed a small part in the book which detailed Kakashi the most, listed a few of his more powerful jutsu, one coming up in Okichi’s interest was the jutsu which was known as the Lightning Release Chidori. It had been classified as an assassination technique which could pierce targets apparently. Okichi wanted to get more details on this, he would decide to simply go to a place which sold books here in Kumogakure, a book shop where he might be able to get information on Chidori. Tough he rarely brought books there; there was a place he knew that had most information. They would allow Okichi to read the books to see if he liked them. He would jump across the roof tops headed for a place in the village where mostly every building was shops. He soon reached said place, he would jump down to the ground, from a not very tall building. It had been about an hour of traveling, Okichi not moving very quickly. He would begin to walk past people who were also spending their time shopping, perhaps for groceries, perhaps for tools or other things.


He would walk, soon opening a door which led to the book shop which hadlet Okichi look at the books before buying for as long as he wanted. He would look across the shelves which multiple books with different color of covers rested upon. He would take out a book of powerful lightning techniques. He skimmed over it, passing a few good techniques which he could use however he didn’t want them, eh wanted the technique known as Chidori. Soon, after a few minutes of skimming he found out something on it, how the user manipulates the lightning to get it the way they would want. He would think, think of his brother, a powerful shinobi who had killed his family, the memory popped into mind quite a few times for Okichi. He can’t seem to forget the day that his family had been killed before him. He remembered training with his family, how his father was someone who could use both lightning release and fire release, using skilled techniques he made himself. However, in Okichi’s and his old brother’s mind, they were rather simple, most of them anyways.

He only sighed, taking the book and studying about the jutsu known as Chidori. He would learn enough information on it to want to train in using it, to be able to use it against his enemies. He sighed, putting away the book and walking out, the manager seemed rather disappointed that he hadn’t brought the book Okichi had been reading for the last few moments, it seemed he needed extra cash.

Okichi would begin to run up the wall, with chakra in his feet, climbing up a wall of a tall building, he would dash up, soon reaching the rood. He only sighed, thinking of how useful the technique would be. He could sneak up behind an opponent and use the technique. Being an assassination technique Okcihi figured it would be silent, as he saw no information on the sound. Though he was skimming and could have missed it. He would continue to fly across the gaps in between the large buildings, landing on the other one across the gap, then running across the roof only to end up jumping and flying over another gap, until he would reach a building near the village gates of Kumogakure. He would jump down, the building he was on as close enough to the ground to where he wouldn’t be damaged by simply jumping down.

He would walk, outside of the guarded gates, he would be near to the village so they allowed him to go outside of them. He would walk about eighty feet away, down a mountain. There was enough room on the ledge he stood on to run towards the mountain which the ledge rested on; the ledge had been fifty feet out from the mountain and forty feet wide. He sighed, looking at the time only to find that he had two hours to train, he somewhat doubted he could train the new technique within that time range. However, he could get some progress done for now, and be ready for when he would begin training Chidori tomorrow. He focused chakra in his hand, lightning chakra. He tried to focus it, lightning sparks would begin to show and sound, apparently it wasn’t very silent, and it was slightly loud. It sounded like birds in a way, tons of them, and he hadn’t even put the Chidori at full power. He continued to focus the chakra, trying to make it perfect, he grew more tired having used most of his chakra up already earlier today, he hadn’t rested yet he needed a break before continuing or else he would eventually fall sleeping due to how much force he used to put the chakra in to Chidori. He only sighed, not being successful. He sighed, heading home to rest up for tomorrow, an hour already passing.



He would walk in to his house turning around and locking the door. He sighed, tired and wanting to sleep. He had gotten some ramen on his way home, he remembered the bowl full with some soup like water, it was colored brown due to the flavoring. The flavor of the ramen had been chicken, he remembered lifting up the ramen using some chopsticks to lift it up, only to have steam float up near his face, the steam hadn’t been too hot, it barely burned when it touched his skin, though he pulled his face away from it before it would stay on his face for longer than a second. He remembered sticking the hot ramen in his mouth; he remembered how hungry he had been. He didn’t taste the burning sensation inside his mouth, well, he did, but he had ignored it. He remembered eating the meat, some ham which had been in the bowl with his ramen. It had been nice and juicy, he rather enjoyed his meal and had ordered some fruit with it, and the fruit was colored red and was sweet when he took his first bite into it.

He only sighed, remembering the meal, a slight rumble in his stomach would sound loud enough for someone else in the house to hear, though, if there would have been anyone else. The house was empty, the only person inside had been Okichi with the furniture he had gained upon his families death.


He moved up to his room, where he would begin to go over to his bed, slipping off his shoes as he walked towards his bed, sighing tiredly. He would pull up the blankets on his bed and jump in, his feet sliding down. He was covered up, he took the belt he wore, moving his body so that he could get his belt off safely, and through it beside him. The blade was put on his belt to where it wouldn't have cut Okichi all day. The chain and pouch filled with objects would hit the wodden floor, nothing being damaged. He would begin to fall asleep, thinking on his training tomorrow. Chidori, the jutsu which is normally used on assassinations would soon be in Okichi's arsenal.


he would awaken, the sun's powerful rays blasting on to his face yet again, however this time his face would be on his pillow, his mouth just hanging off allowing himself to breath. he laid on his back, as the pillow rested upon his face. He threw the pillow to the side on to the floor, sighing as he began to gently rub his eyes, no damage being done to them. He turned his body, his left foot hitting the left side of the bed, he planted it down on the floor and began to put the pressure of his weight on it, he moved his right foot over to meet with the left, he had planted his right foot right next to his left. He stood up tall, stretching his arms out up towards the ceiling. He yawned, it was quick and rather silent. He would walk over to his closet and get out some white clothing, simple sleeveless white shirt, white pants with a few pockets, however he didn't grab his belt with his pouch, he simply picked it off the floor while it laid next to his bed, and went over and put it in his closet. He wasn't going to be too far from the village, it'd be alright. He would walk downstairs, not too hungry. He skipped his breakfast and moved on out his door, locking up the front door which he had walked out of. He stood in the front yard, remembering he had locked all possible entrances into his house. He would walk, towards the village gates which weren't too far from his house, not close but not too far to where he'd have to dodge. In about an hour he'd arrive, noticing the same guards as before.


He walked out the gates, getting the guard's permission to go out, however not traveling too far away. He simply traveled down the mountain some, soon enough arriving on the ledge which had been strong enough to hold him up, it had been the same as the one yesterday. It had been the exact same size, in width length and height, the height had been about twenty feet. He would begin to focus chakra in to his hand. He began to make lightning sparks come from it, as sounds of chirping birds would begin to sound. He focused the chakra, attempting to make it larger, trying to make it the necessary size, trying to make it to the point to where if it would hit it would pierce the body and supposedly kill them depending on where it were to hit. He would notice it getting larger, he forced his chakra in to the technique, instead of letting it simply flow in. He grew slightly tired, and stopped. He sighed, beginning to wonder on why he couldn't perform the technique, a full ten minutes had passed, not nearly enough time for him to master the technique, especially not in one go.




Okichi sat there, back against the mountain. He sighed, standing up noticing it was about twelve o'clock, jsut looking at the sun's position he could assume that. He hadn't looked directly in to the sun, he hadn't been so stupid. He would begin pouring his chakra in to his hand, focusing it, trying to shape it into the lightning technique known as Chidori, the jutsu classified as an assassination technique. He let it flow into the lightning, the lightning chakra taking form, he had been successful in making Chidori. He moved it closer to the ground, sliding it over to the side as the ground broke only a slight bit beneath him, the cliff still managing to act like nothing was wrong, and continued to hold up. He charged for the wall of the mountain, a small flat spot that supposedly wouldn't effect the cliff. he had done it, he had left quite the dent in the mountain, the cliff he stood on still holding up. He headed home, it had been around three O'clock now. He needed some food. [WC=4074, after the first 2000 words I'd have enough to use Chidori and enough JP to buy. Would be 20 Chakra and 40 JP.]

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