Training {Closed, Attuu only.} {WIP}

Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:21 pm

Attuu
stood, on a building in Kirigakure. Sighing, he had failed last year’s genin
exams. He hadn’t mastered the techniques he needed to perform in order to pass.
The clone technique, the transformation technique, or and the replacement
technique. He hadn’t really had any trouble with them, more of he hadn’t paid
much attention to them during the class time. It had almost been time for the
classes in the academy to start, with a sigh he opened his closed eyes and
jumped up after bending his knees down. In midair he would do a flip, landing
backwards from the north direction he first faced, and now towards the south,
towards the academy. He landed with his legs bent, he lifted his left leg and
stretched forward with the other, and began to dash for the academy. He sighed,
continuing as fast as he could. They were going to go over one of the three
techniques Attuu needed to learn to finally graduate. He had grown tired of the
academy, after all he had been there for more than a year, and he was sure no
one liked school at all. Then again it was only his opinion on ‘school’ as few
called the academy, he disliked the learning part, however he enjoyed when he
trained, physically or not. Even if he wasn’t good with the art of Taijutsu, he
preferred being faster and strong, when he would be forced to use hand to hand
combat rather than long ranged attacks he was used to.

He
sighed, as all the students began to walk into the academy while he was still
down the street. He had five minutes before he would be counted as late, and he
didn’t enjoy being late as then he would miss out on the important information
that he could miss from the lessons being taught, even though he didn’t enjoy
the learning done in the academy he had known that he needed it, just as
everyone did. He noticed, he had arrived at the front door of the academy with
two minutes left to spare. He dashed through the halls, avoiding the small
obstacles life had seemed to stack against him, such as some teachers walking
through the hall, the ones who don’t usually allow for running through the
hall, and then the small spill which he had to jump over to make it to his
class. The spill seemed to be water, however the possibility that it wasn’t was
somewhat higher, so he avoided it. Soon enough, he had made it into class,
slightly out of breath, just a minute before he would have been counted as
late. {End speed training, 400 words, adding the extra 44 words into the next}

Attuu
would sit there, in class as the teacher would talk. He looked out the window,
the environment being hidden by the cloak of mist which mainly covered
Kirigakure. Kirigakure had mist cover it often, every now and then there were
times when you could see the sun but Attuu had never remembered seeing a clear
sky, where you couldn’t see anything but the light blue of the sky and the
shine of the sun together. He slowly, began to get the tired look, with a yawn;
he would nearly set his head down upon his desk before someone pat him on his
back. He woke up, thanking the person as they had known he wanted to learn the
clone technique. After class had ended, he made way for his home, sighing and
yawning. His sensei had told him and the rest of the class there wouldn’t be
any class tomorrow. He dashed home, thinking he would do some training with the
clone technique tomorrow when he would awaken from the slumber he would soon
lay down to.

The
next day, he would awaken. Having a dream of his future team, though he could
barely remember his dream, it had now become vague in his memory, he could
remember only a little of it, and after a few moments he couldn’t remember his
dream at all. He sighed, moving his body to the left and allowing his left foot
first touch the cold wooden floor. His right foot had followed, it had soon met
with his left and they stood both lying flat upon the cold wooden floor right
next to each other. He would force himself up and out of bed. He looked at the
closet, smiling. He was going to be training today, training the clone
technique. He was already dressed; he had slept in his training outfit, which
didn’t really bother him as he had slept. He was currently heading out of his
house, skipping breakfast and leaving, letting his parents lock up this time.
Usually he would be the last one out of the house, seeing as his father had
decided to go sell stuff often, and his mother was constantly training. Attuu
hadn’t gone to the training field, as most would do, he decided to head out
into the village. He stood, on a small building. The building was a single
story tall. He stood there, as the wind blew slightly. There had been mist
covering up the village of Kirigakure, which had been normal. He began to
perform a small set of hand signs, sighing, as a poof of smoke would appear
about a foot away from him. Out came an intangible clone, however it wasn’t
perfect. It had quite a few flaws in it; it was missing an eye, and its mouth.
Along with a few other body parts which were rather useful for any human being.
He sighed, as he hit the clone, allowing it to disappear in a cloud of smoke.
He sighed, once more. He began to repeat the hand sign from earlier, the ones
he had used in combination to make the original clone. He focused, as he used
his chakra to form a clone. A cloud of smoke appeared foot away, it had been
better, however still not perfect. It disappeared, into a cloud of smoke once
more. Repeating the hand signs once more, a cloud of smoke appeared, he had
hoped for the clone would have been perfect this time, and instead of working
on how it appeared, he could work on how many would appear at a time. The smoke
would pass, allowing the clone to be viewed. It had indeed been perfect, at
least in Attuu’s opinion. This was his third time using the technique, so, he
figured he had worked fast. He sighed, not done training. He began to perform
the technique, over, and over again trying to get two perfect clones. After
trying five times, all ending in one perfect, while one with a few flaws, or
both with less flaws, he had gotten it. His sixth try, he had made two, perfect
clones. He sighed, thinking. This was an E ranked technique, according to the
sensei at the academy, anyways. He looked at the higher ranked shinobi, such as
genin, and chuunin who’ve mastered higher ranking jutsu, such as C ranked, B
ranked, or A ranked techniques. He sighed, thinking of the future when he would
have to train those more powerful, and higher ranked jutsu. He sighed, noticing
a few hours have passed, after he had been training with the clone technique
for quite a while now. He had used it a lot, and he knew he needed a break or
else he would faint from overworking himself.

He went
home, figuring that the training he had done for today was good enough. He sighed, thinking of when the next E ranked
technique would come by in class. He walked home, slowly. As he walked past a
ramen shop he began to get rather hungry, his stomach would rumble slightly. He
sighed once more, walking into the shop and sitting down on one of the tall
circular stools held up by a small pole. As he sat down on the top of the stool
he would look at the chef, not having to deal with any other customers at that
moment he had ordered some bowl of ramen, anything in it, as he usually
ordered, to one day find one of the best kinds of ramen this chef made. Often
the chef simply served Attuu a simple bowl of ramen, nothing extra, but then
there would be points to where he served something extra, to test it to see if
it would be worthy for him to put it on the menu, however Attuu got no discount
from it, most of the time anyways.

He would
wait, thinking of tomorrow. Thinking of what he would do in the academy, he had
hoped it was learning another academy technique, one of the ones he needed to
learn in order to pass the academy’s genin exams.

He began to
smell the ramen cooking; it was a rather pleasant smelling smell. He looked
over at the kitchen area to see the steam coming from the room’s open door.
Attuu’s stomach sounded once more, rumbling from the smell, he became hungrier
as he waited, smelling it cook. He would hear the sizzles of meat cooking upon
a pan. He heard it stop, for a brief moment as the chef would throw the meat up
using a rather large fork like cooking tool, and then he had heard the meat
slam onto the pan, splashing the grease it was bathing in as it landed, and the
sizzling sounds of the cooking meat had returned. He had begun to hear, shortly
after the splash of grease, the water the ramen was being cooked in boiling,
his meal hopefully coming soon, he could tell that this was going to be rather
delicious, in his opinion. Then again he is basing the taste from the sounds of
the chef cooking, rather it sounds delicious or not, it could taste completely
different. And then there’s the thought of Attuu being so hungry anything would
taste good. He drooled, only slightly, as the sounds continued. He had heard
the sound of the pan being set down on the stove as apparently the chef had
went to pick the pot the boiling water which cooked the ramen. He heard the
chopping of some meat, after that mostly everything was silent except for a
small cricket down the street chirping to the silence. The chef came out of the
kitchen; Attuu had seen a small, steaming bowl of ramen come for him. However,
just then a man would come in, and take the bowl and hand the chef some money,
the bowl had apparently been for pick up.

Attuu, now
slightly annoyed, waited for another bowl of ramen, which luckily the chef had
prepared with the special pick up bowl of ramen. However this one was plain, he
sighed, thanking the chef, and began to use some chopsticks to pick up the
ramen noodles to feast on them. It hadn’t been long until the bowl was emptied,
he thanked the chef and paid with the allowance his parents had given him for
doing the few chores he was rather forced to do, saving up the money he had
gotten from other things. He had a total of five hundred ryo.

He thanked the
chef, and walked off, leaving the chef to clean up. He dashed for home, now
full, and rather tired. He had been ready for a nap, after eating a nice bowl
of ramen on a somewhat chilly day, and right after doing a tad bit much work,
he figured a small nap would get him rested up for more training later.

A few
minutes passed, he arrived at home, and walked into his home. He locked the
door behind him, as his parents had yet to return from their daily tasks, he
went up into his room, and began to sleep. He thought, right as he fell asleep,
once more, what he would be doing tomorrow, he had hoped not for much work,
like today. He had let out final sigh, as he fell asleep.

{1565 words
for chakra training, + 44, 1609, giving the extra nine to next set of training.}

When he had
awoken, it had been seven in the morning, only a while before the class would
start up once more. He had really overworked himself to make him how tired he
had been, then again the bowl of ramen could have helped. He dashed, around his
house getting ready, his parents having apparently left early that day. He
dashed for the academy, once more. This had been repeating two days ago, he
sighed running for the academy hoping it was worth working for. Along the way
he had met few obstacles, from small blocks in the road, to bullies who had
been looking for Attuu, he had tended to avoid them as usually, they were genin
who had known more techniques than him, which in his opinion he had figured
they would be stronger. He continued to dash and avoid the obstacles the god of
timing had set up for him. Often, during the simple dash for the academy he ran
into the obstacles, and most having to run from them, from vicious animals to
annoying, simple witted bullies who couldn’t keep up with Attuu and his
strategies for getting away. Soon enough he had arrived at the academy, and in
class on time, however he had cut it rather close once more.

He sat there
in class, sighing slightly, as he listened to the teacher, thankfully he had
been speaking about one of the two academy techniques he needed to pass the
academy, having already learned one of three, he was about to learn the second
out of all three. He was speaking of the transformation technique, something
Attuu had vaguely remembered from the last time they went over it. Though, back
then he hadn’t paid much attention to anything. The transformation technique
changed the user’s appearance into what they wanted it to turn out like. He demonstrated,
by performing the hand signs and transforming into the students, one by one,
however leaving few, including Attuu out of the list. Few had actually taken
notes when it came to the techniques, however, Attuu noted most things involved
with it, mainly just the hand signs required to use it, and the description the
sensei had given.

Attuu
waited, as they were only half way into class when the sensei had begun to
discuss another technique with the class, the substitution technique. Attuu,
rather surprised by the second discussion, he hadn’t remembered learning two
techniques in the same day last year. He took out his notes, and began to write
what the sensei said about it. He would begin to write about how the substitution technique, when the user is hit, would substitute the user with a log, or depending on the preparation another item, or even a living thing. Another way to use this technique more advanced like was to switch out with a clone, which Attuu had thought rather useful. His sensei then let the class outside, with an hour remaining to practice these techniques. He began to perform the hand signs, on the roof of the academy, practicing the transformation technique, hoping to transform into the random people down below him, the ones he looked for randomly. The first one, a small boy, around Attuu's age. He wore a small black cap and had white skin, blue eyes, and stood at three foot and two inches, a rather small person for his age. However, it was a random pick and he began to use the technique. After finishing his hand signs, he transformed, into a slightly chubby child. It had been slightly wrong, the size, he stood about three inches taller then original. He canceled the technique, turning back into his original form. He sighed, this was going to take some work, he continued, repeating the technique until he got the transformation right. He then began to practice with the replacement technique. {Got lazy, 650 or so words for stamina training.}

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