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Xenovia RazielCitizen
Ryo : 500
Training {P,NK}
Thu Dec 20, 2012 12:19 pm
Raziel tossed and turned in his bed, ripping his sheets over himself, before tossing them off again. He would repeat the process many times, unable to find a position in which he could rest peacefully. He rolled over to the left, before changing and rolling to the right. He tried lying on his back, but couldn’t find a comfortable spot, he tried lying on his belly, but the results were only the same. Raziel was not having an amazing night’s sleep. He just felt like wherever he lay, whatever he did and however he did it, his body was just not going to rest. Raziel briefly rolled onto his left again, this time not to seek a position of comfort, but to glance at his clock to see how much longer he had to try and get to sleep. At first he just saw blurry numbers, his tired eyes betraying him, but as he wiped them, and screwed them up a little, the reading on the clock clarified. 3:00 AM. Raziel usually arose around about seven o’clock, meaning he had four more hours to try and catch forty winks, of course, all of his further attempts would prove futile. Something told Raziel to just let his body go, and that the rest would just fall into place. Raziel ignored all feelings in his body, he didn’t move at all. He let himself go and felt a wave of relaxation take over his body. He felt his eyes slowly come down, before letting them drop, and himself drop into a good, well needed sleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. Fantastic. Raziel had spent almost the whole night trying to get some shut eye, and by the time he did he only had about four hours of it. He knew that if he stayed in bed, it would only make things worse, but he was just too tired to get up. He brushed his long bangs which covered most of his face to the side, revealing his irregular eyes. His red eye conveying his evil, twisted side, his blue symbolizing the light that resided in his heart. Everything was blurry, his eyes refused to focus. Raziel tossed the sheets off of himself, before rolling off of his bed like a lazy sloth. His image began to clear up, he could just about make out everything that was in his room. Another quick rub and his eyes were fine again, allowing him to quickly strip off his clothes. Raziel looked at himself in the mirror, he really wasn’t that muscular. His bangs covered his face, all the way down to his chin, and the hair at the back was longer. He opened his cupboard and pulled on his training gear. Even if he was tired, Raziel knew that he had to train if he wanted to graduate the academy. He had been there for quite a while, but his own laziness prevented him from graduating. Well, that was going to stop very soon, because Raziel was going to train really hard, and become a genin soon enough!
The training ground for academy students was decent enough. It was circular in shape, and that was about all there is to it. About 200 meters in diameter, maybe 500 all around. The rest was sand, just sand. That basically was all there was to the genin training grounds, it was just one big sandpit, with training dummies dotting the area and a few targets for practicing kunai or shuriken throwing. Raziel slowly walked to the outer area of the training grounds, where there was a small supply box. In the supply box, there were some shuriken, some kunai, some water in case the person training got thirsty, some sparring gloves, some explosive tags –deactivated- and lastly a message from the Kazekage:
-Use these materials and train hard young student. If you want to become strong, the key is in lots and lots of practice!
Raziel reached in and grabbed quite a bit of everything, not aiming to train in just one thing, but trying to make himself a more well rounded shinobi. If he trained a little bit of everything, he would get strong in no time, surely! Raziel glanced around at all the options to train, pondering on what to do first. He could practice taijutsu on one of the dummies, or he could practice his throwing skills on the targets, the options were plenty, he could even run laps around the outskirts of the training grounds to try and increase his stamina.
Raziel acknowledged that he himself was not the best thrower in the world, in fact, that was probably his weakest point. He never really trained it, mostly finding it useless, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. He began stretching his muscles carefully, making sure to properly warm himself up. There is nothing worse and more embarrassing than an injury while training. He began to jog at a rather fast pace towards one of the targets, and when he reached it he placed his heels so that they were touching the base. He slowly counted twenty long strides away from the target, probably about 50 feet from the target, He took a shuriken to his hand before taking a deep breath and focusing his eyes on the target, the enemy. In one fluid motion, he extended his arm sharply, releasing the shuriken at the apex of the arc. He watched as it seemed to be on target, going right for the bull’s-eye, but veering off at the last minute. Raziel tried not to blame himself for it, convincing his brain that the wind blew it off target. He tried again, flinging the shuriken with great venom towards the target. His eyes lit up as it struck the bull’s-eye perfectly this time, a fine shot indeed. Raziel counted out twenty more steps, perhaps one hundred feet away from the target this time. He pulled out five shuriken, holding four in the gaps between his fingers, and one between his finger and thumb, he flung the quintet directly at the target.
The results were not as good as Raziel would have hoped, only two of the shuriken even coming close. Halfway through their flight, the shuriken began to collide and smash each other off target; three of them flying into the distance, two however remained steady, but just barely missed the target by a fraction of an inch. Raziel reached into his pocket again, pulling out the last of the shuriken. Four of them, one for each of the gaps in his fingers. Raziel identified the problem with his last throw, he had released them at the wrong time, and was holding them all in different positions. The irregular release had messed up the flight patterns, and the odd positions in which they were being hold put on a sneaky little spin on a few of the shuriken, causing them to smash into each other. This time, Raziel wouldn’t make the same mistake. He made sure that he was holding all of the shuriken in the correct position for a start, if he failed to do this, things would go bad. He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. As he extending his arm in a fluid movement, and let go of all of the shuriken at the same time, Raziel exhaled slowly, and watched in delight as they all flew straight, side by side, ignoring each other. They all hit the target in a lovely rhythm, and Raziel was full of delight.
Ok, let’s not get cocky Raziel knew that he had done pretty well considering his past history with throwing shuriken, but he also knew that if he got all giddy and excited; things would go bad. Besides, it was only shuriken so far. Raziel had always been pretty average at shuriken, but kunai, kunai were the worst. He was not good at all. Something about them just made Raziel mess up every time, he couldn’t get the flight pattern to go straight, and he couldn’t aim to save his life. Of course, he would aim to put a stop to it all today. He didn’t move forward from his position, standing far far away from the target. He knew that he was going to have to start the hard way, so that throwing at mid range would seem easy in comparison. He drew a kunai from his pouch, briefly swinging it around his finger from the hoop at the bottom. He remembered the way his instructor at the academy had told him to hold them, and copied it exactly. Of course, throwing a kunai is a bit different from throwing a shuriken; the flight pattern has to be different. Raziel thought his strategy through before pelting the kunai, he didn’t want to mess things up. He took in a few deep breaths, relaxing his body. Raziel extended his arm rapidly, letting the kunai loose and watching it fly through the air.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion, the kunai sailing through the air. It didn’t wobble, it didn’t veer off. It stayed on target and hit. It actually hit! Right in the bull’s eye too! This time Raziel wasn’t so conserved with his celebration, he leaped into the air, punching an uppercut in delight. “Yes! I KNEW I COULD DO IT! FUCK YOU TARGET!” Raziel was so filled with glee that he had actually conquered what he thought was the thing that he would never be good at. He had thrown a Kunai from long range, and hit the target, in the bulls eye on the first time to make it all that sweeter. Raziel let himself drop, falling on his back and almost rolled around in the delight. What a successful training session it had proved to have been. He had improved the thing that he was so bad at, majorly. Despite his restless night, he had come out to the training ground and done his best. Somehow Raziel was still in the mood to train, but he knew that he was way too giddy to carry on. Besides, there were other kids waiting in line to use the targets, and Raziel had used the last of his projectiles. Despite it being quite short, it had proved to be a very prolific training session, producing some brilliant results. Raziel lifted his head up briefly and saw the frustrated looks on some of the other kid’s faces. Time to go home then.
Raziel lifted himself off the sand, slowly but surely clambering onto his feet. He cracked his neck, as well as his knuckles before starting a rather quickly paced walk towards the targets at which his kunai and shuriken had been aimed at. He looked, and the target which he had aimed the shuriken at had been pierced on the bulls eye, and around it. The target that had the kunai directed at it only had been pierced once, dead in the centre of the bulls eye, what a good throw it was! He reached the shuriken target first, yanking free the ones that had been stuck in, and picking up the ones that had missed. Next was the kunai target, only one thing to pull out there. The initial yank wasn’t enough to pull it out, it really was stuck in good. After a few more hard pulls, the kunai gave up it’s struggle and came free. Raziel took a sip of his water as he walked towards the supply box, he really hadn’t broken into a sweat at all. He promised himself that the next time he came to train, he would do some more physically demanding stuff. He placed the stuff into the box, directly where he had found it and began to walk out of the ground, setting off home. The walk home was a rather short one, Raziel was placed conveniently close to the training ground. He enjoyed the rest of his day, before climbing into bed at night.
TWC: 2009
BEEP BEEP BEEP. Fantastic. Raziel had spent almost the whole night trying to get some shut eye, and by the time he did he only had about four hours of it. He knew that if he stayed in bed, it would only make things worse, but he was just too tired to get up. He brushed his long bangs which covered most of his face to the side, revealing his irregular eyes. His red eye conveying his evil, twisted side, his blue symbolizing the light that resided in his heart. Everything was blurry, his eyes refused to focus. Raziel tossed the sheets off of himself, before rolling off of his bed like a lazy sloth. His image began to clear up, he could just about make out everything that was in his room. Another quick rub and his eyes were fine again, allowing him to quickly strip off his clothes. Raziel looked at himself in the mirror, he really wasn’t that muscular. His bangs covered his face, all the way down to his chin, and the hair at the back was longer. He opened his cupboard and pulled on his training gear. Even if he was tired, Raziel knew that he had to train if he wanted to graduate the academy. He had been there for quite a while, but his own laziness prevented him from graduating. Well, that was going to stop very soon, because Raziel was going to train really hard, and become a genin soon enough!
The training ground for academy students was decent enough. It was circular in shape, and that was about all there is to it. About 200 meters in diameter, maybe 500 all around. The rest was sand, just sand. That basically was all there was to the genin training grounds, it was just one big sandpit, with training dummies dotting the area and a few targets for practicing kunai or shuriken throwing. Raziel slowly walked to the outer area of the training grounds, where there was a small supply box. In the supply box, there were some shuriken, some kunai, some water in case the person training got thirsty, some sparring gloves, some explosive tags –deactivated- and lastly a message from the Kazekage:
-Use these materials and train hard young student. If you want to become strong, the key is in lots and lots of practice!
Raziel reached in and grabbed quite a bit of everything, not aiming to train in just one thing, but trying to make himself a more well rounded shinobi. If he trained a little bit of everything, he would get strong in no time, surely! Raziel glanced around at all the options to train, pondering on what to do first. He could practice taijutsu on one of the dummies, or he could practice his throwing skills on the targets, the options were plenty, he could even run laps around the outskirts of the training grounds to try and increase his stamina.
Raziel acknowledged that he himself was not the best thrower in the world, in fact, that was probably his weakest point. He never really trained it, mostly finding it useless, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. He began stretching his muscles carefully, making sure to properly warm himself up. There is nothing worse and more embarrassing than an injury while training. He began to jog at a rather fast pace towards one of the targets, and when he reached it he placed his heels so that they were touching the base. He slowly counted twenty long strides away from the target, probably about 50 feet from the target, He took a shuriken to his hand before taking a deep breath and focusing his eyes on the target, the enemy. In one fluid motion, he extended his arm sharply, releasing the shuriken at the apex of the arc. He watched as it seemed to be on target, going right for the bull’s-eye, but veering off at the last minute. Raziel tried not to blame himself for it, convincing his brain that the wind blew it off target. He tried again, flinging the shuriken with great venom towards the target. His eyes lit up as it struck the bull’s-eye perfectly this time, a fine shot indeed. Raziel counted out twenty more steps, perhaps one hundred feet away from the target this time. He pulled out five shuriken, holding four in the gaps between his fingers, and one between his finger and thumb, he flung the quintet directly at the target.
The results were not as good as Raziel would have hoped, only two of the shuriken even coming close. Halfway through their flight, the shuriken began to collide and smash each other off target; three of them flying into the distance, two however remained steady, but just barely missed the target by a fraction of an inch. Raziel reached into his pocket again, pulling out the last of the shuriken. Four of them, one for each of the gaps in his fingers. Raziel identified the problem with his last throw, he had released them at the wrong time, and was holding them all in different positions. The irregular release had messed up the flight patterns, and the odd positions in which they were being hold put on a sneaky little spin on a few of the shuriken, causing them to smash into each other. This time, Raziel wouldn’t make the same mistake. He made sure that he was holding all of the shuriken in the correct position for a start, if he failed to do this, things would go bad. He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. As he extending his arm in a fluid movement, and let go of all of the shuriken at the same time, Raziel exhaled slowly, and watched in delight as they all flew straight, side by side, ignoring each other. They all hit the target in a lovely rhythm, and Raziel was full of delight.
Ok, let’s not get cocky Raziel knew that he had done pretty well considering his past history with throwing shuriken, but he also knew that if he got all giddy and excited; things would go bad. Besides, it was only shuriken so far. Raziel had always been pretty average at shuriken, but kunai, kunai were the worst. He was not good at all. Something about them just made Raziel mess up every time, he couldn’t get the flight pattern to go straight, and he couldn’t aim to save his life. Of course, he would aim to put a stop to it all today. He didn’t move forward from his position, standing far far away from the target. He knew that he was going to have to start the hard way, so that throwing at mid range would seem easy in comparison. He drew a kunai from his pouch, briefly swinging it around his finger from the hoop at the bottom. He remembered the way his instructor at the academy had told him to hold them, and copied it exactly. Of course, throwing a kunai is a bit different from throwing a shuriken; the flight pattern has to be different. Raziel thought his strategy through before pelting the kunai, he didn’t want to mess things up. He took in a few deep breaths, relaxing his body. Raziel extended his arm rapidly, letting the kunai loose and watching it fly through the air.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion, the kunai sailing through the air. It didn’t wobble, it didn’t veer off. It stayed on target and hit. It actually hit! Right in the bull’s eye too! This time Raziel wasn’t so conserved with his celebration, he leaped into the air, punching an uppercut in delight. “Yes! I KNEW I COULD DO IT! FUCK YOU TARGET!” Raziel was so filled with glee that he had actually conquered what he thought was the thing that he would never be good at. He had thrown a Kunai from long range, and hit the target, in the bulls eye on the first time to make it all that sweeter. Raziel let himself drop, falling on his back and almost rolled around in the delight. What a successful training session it had proved to have been. He had improved the thing that he was so bad at, majorly. Despite his restless night, he had come out to the training ground and done his best. Somehow Raziel was still in the mood to train, but he knew that he was way too giddy to carry on. Besides, there were other kids waiting in line to use the targets, and Raziel had used the last of his projectiles. Despite it being quite short, it had proved to be a very prolific training session, producing some brilliant results. Raziel lifted his head up briefly and saw the frustrated looks on some of the other kid’s faces. Time to go home then.
Raziel lifted himself off the sand, slowly but surely clambering onto his feet. He cracked his neck, as well as his knuckles before starting a rather quickly paced walk towards the targets at which his kunai and shuriken had been aimed at. He looked, and the target which he had aimed the shuriken at had been pierced on the bulls eye, and around it. The target that had the kunai directed at it only had been pierced once, dead in the centre of the bulls eye, what a good throw it was! He reached the shuriken target first, yanking free the ones that had been stuck in, and picking up the ones that had missed. Next was the kunai target, only one thing to pull out there. The initial yank wasn’t enough to pull it out, it really was stuck in good. After a few more hard pulls, the kunai gave up it’s struggle and came free. Raziel took a sip of his water as he walked towards the supply box, he really hadn’t broken into a sweat at all. He promised himself that the next time he came to train, he would do some more physically demanding stuff. He placed the stuff into the box, directly where he had found it and began to walk out of the ground, setting off home. The walk home was a rather short one, Raziel was placed conveniently close to the training ground. He enjoyed the rest of his day, before climbing into bed at night.
TWC: 2009
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