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- TakazashiCitizen
- Ryo : 500
I needed some practice with kunai and shuriken, so out it was to the training grounds with my training dummies. I started with kunai hurling. I hurled the first one of my life. It missed the dummy completely, not even nicking it. I couldn’t tell where it went until I heard a scream (GYAAAAAH!!!) somewhere to my left, followed by a thud. I wandered over and I saw another academy student laying on the ground, just above his head, my kunai was still quivering in a tree. Apologizing for the scare, I took the kunai and headed back to the training dummies. I threw another kunai at the dummy. This hit the dead center… of the post the dummy was attached to. Paying it no mind, I began hurling kunai knives at the training dummy. I stopped when the training dummy fell over, the post having been cut through at the base. Well that was great. I attached the dummy to another post. After collecting the fallen knives, I started throwing at the new one. Soon after, the dummy fell down again. I checked. There were no knives in the base of this one. On further examination, I noticed that the ropes holding the dummy to the post had been slowly cut away by flying knives. Rats. I propped the dummy at a slight angle, against a tree. I began unleashing another barrage of kunai, this time managing to hit the dummy and cutting its head off.
The body of the dummy fell down and rolled a while along the ground before wedging itself under a particularly tall tree root. Fifteen minutes of pulling, pushing, and swearing later, the dummy was still stuck under the root. There had to be another way. Now, you’re probably wondering why I would go to all this trouble to recover a broken dummy. It is simply: I’m stingy. I like to maximize the use of something before discarding it. Back to me in the training ground. I started using one of the knives to start sawing through the tree root. The knives barely made a scratch in the root, so I was sent back to the drawing board.
I tried again to rescue the body of the dummy. I started digging into the ground with my kunai (very slow work). I started making decent progress until I hit a rock just under the tree root. Great. Just great. I started expanding the hole, so I could pull out the rock. Several yards of digging and I had still not found even one edge of the rock. I threw down the kunai in frustration. For all I knew, the stupid rock could extend under the entire training area! Crud. After a bit of thought, I started digging on the other side of the tree root.
This time the digging went quickly, and suddenly the dirt I was digging through collapsed, into what turned out to be a badger den. It took only a quick examination to realize the badger was present, and angrier by the second. I started complaining mentally. For cryin’ out loud! Did everything have to be this hard? I only wanted that partial dummy stuck under the tree root! Why? Why m-? My thoughts were interrupted by an angry flying badger landing on my face and starting to madly thrash around, clawing and biting at me until I managed to reduce the potential damage by grabbing it by the scruff of the neck and holding it arms length. It started slashing at my arm, so I threw it away into the underbrush (don’t tell the SPCA on me ok? Please?), and got in a few moments of peace before the badger charged back out of the underbrush, ready for the next round.
This time I was ready. I tracked it with my sharingan, then grabbed it. Then, I incinerated it. I turned away from the river, picked up the dummy, and realized I was being watched… by a large number of badgers. For heaven’s friggin’ sake. Holding the dummy as a makeshift shield, I slowly backed away toward my supplies. The badgers inched forward, teeth bared, with a chorus of menacing growls, and small roars. I turned and fled toward my supplies. Forget the shuriken target practice! I had to get out of dodge, NOW! I scrambled toward the supplies, wishing I had not brought so much stuff. I had enough time to grab all my stuff and begin fleeing before several badgers leaped onto my stuff, throwing me off balance. Fortunately I recovered, and started trying to shake them off. Badgers…. Tenacious little things…. I eventually managed to throw them off and paused for breath, my heart hammering in my chest. A series of nasty snarls made me forget my exhaustion, and we all flew down the path back to the village, me running for dear life, followed by a stream of furious badgers snapping at my heels. You know. For squat creatures with short, stubby legs, they run awfully fast. I returned the next day to continue my training, carefully avoiding the site of the previous day’s skirmishes. I sat down and began to read a bit of paper that had come floating along randomly. It said something like, “You have heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis. You have said it yourself, half in fear, half in hope that the words had no meaning. You have cried that man’s sins are destroying the world and you have cursed human nature for its unwillingness to practice the virtues you demanded. Since virtue, to you, consists of sacrifice, you have demanded more sacrifices at every successive disaster. In the name of a return to morality, you have sacrificed all those evils which you held as the cause of your plight. You have sacrificed justice to mercy. You have sacrificed independence to unity. You have sacrificed reason to faith. You have sacrificed wealth to need. You have sacrificed self-esteem to self-denial. You have sacrificed happiness to duty.” This was really awe-inspiring. Maybe I could find the rest of this grand speech somewhere. I turned the paper around and got my wish. There were the words, “But to win it requires your total dedication and a total break with the world of your past, with the doctrine that man is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence of that which is man: for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the Morality of Life and that yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.
“You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of my battle-and for those who wish to know the day of my return, I shall now repeat it to the hearing of the world:
“I swear-by my life and my love of it-that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.” I thought “wow”. That was truly amazing. I need to find the man who wrote these words. Rogue shinobi all over would rally to his cause.
The next day it was a little cold so I wore a cloak to the training ground I groaned when I saw that there were so many ninja but i still went in and began a training session. By the time i had finished I was exhausted and my chakra was almost all used up. I began a fast run around the track with weights on top of my shoulders I finished quickly and raced over to the targets and started throwing kunai at targets I then brought out a piece of steel chain and practice on a dummy the chain was easy to wield so I spun in quickly and it wrapped around the dummies straw throat and I pulled the head off of its body. I got a brilliant idea for a weapon it would have a kunai on one end and a weight on the other i could pull anything from heads to weapons and it would be easy to use as a grappling hook that could climb mountains. As I was thinking about this I climbed a tree and jumped from tree to tree. After training I started off to the ramen shop.
[1,433/2000, will do third person next time, sorry mods]
The body of the dummy fell down and rolled a while along the ground before wedging itself under a particularly tall tree root. Fifteen minutes of pulling, pushing, and swearing later, the dummy was still stuck under the root. There had to be another way. Now, you’re probably wondering why I would go to all this trouble to recover a broken dummy. It is simply: I’m stingy. I like to maximize the use of something before discarding it. Back to me in the training ground. I started using one of the knives to start sawing through the tree root. The knives barely made a scratch in the root, so I was sent back to the drawing board.
I tried again to rescue the body of the dummy. I started digging into the ground with my kunai (very slow work). I started making decent progress until I hit a rock just under the tree root. Great. Just great. I started expanding the hole, so I could pull out the rock. Several yards of digging and I had still not found even one edge of the rock. I threw down the kunai in frustration. For all I knew, the stupid rock could extend under the entire training area! Crud. After a bit of thought, I started digging on the other side of the tree root.
This time the digging went quickly, and suddenly the dirt I was digging through collapsed, into what turned out to be a badger den. It took only a quick examination to realize the badger was present, and angrier by the second. I started complaining mentally. For cryin’ out loud! Did everything have to be this hard? I only wanted that partial dummy stuck under the tree root! Why? Why m-? My thoughts were interrupted by an angry flying badger landing on my face and starting to madly thrash around, clawing and biting at me until I managed to reduce the potential damage by grabbing it by the scruff of the neck and holding it arms length. It started slashing at my arm, so I threw it away into the underbrush (don’t tell the SPCA on me ok? Please?), and got in a few moments of peace before the badger charged back out of the underbrush, ready for the next round.
This time I was ready. I tracked it with my sharingan, then grabbed it. Then, I incinerated it. I turned away from the river, picked up the dummy, and realized I was being watched… by a large number of badgers. For heaven’s friggin’ sake. Holding the dummy as a makeshift shield, I slowly backed away toward my supplies. The badgers inched forward, teeth bared, with a chorus of menacing growls, and small roars. I turned and fled toward my supplies. Forget the shuriken target practice! I had to get out of dodge, NOW! I scrambled toward the supplies, wishing I had not brought so much stuff. I had enough time to grab all my stuff and begin fleeing before several badgers leaped onto my stuff, throwing me off balance. Fortunately I recovered, and started trying to shake them off. Badgers…. Tenacious little things…. I eventually managed to throw them off and paused for breath, my heart hammering in my chest. A series of nasty snarls made me forget my exhaustion, and we all flew down the path back to the village, me running for dear life, followed by a stream of furious badgers snapping at my heels. You know. For squat creatures with short, stubby legs, they run awfully fast. I returned the next day to continue my training, carefully avoiding the site of the previous day’s skirmishes. I sat down and began to read a bit of paper that had come floating along randomly. It said something like, “You have heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis. You have said it yourself, half in fear, half in hope that the words had no meaning. You have cried that man’s sins are destroying the world and you have cursed human nature for its unwillingness to practice the virtues you demanded. Since virtue, to you, consists of sacrifice, you have demanded more sacrifices at every successive disaster. In the name of a return to morality, you have sacrificed all those evils which you held as the cause of your plight. You have sacrificed justice to mercy. You have sacrificed independence to unity. You have sacrificed reason to faith. You have sacrificed wealth to need. You have sacrificed self-esteem to self-denial. You have sacrificed happiness to duty.” This was really awe-inspiring. Maybe I could find the rest of this grand speech somewhere. I turned the paper around and got my wish. There were the words, “But to win it requires your total dedication and a total break with the world of your past, with the doctrine that man is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence of that which is man: for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the Morality of Life and that yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.
“You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of my battle-and for those who wish to know the day of my return, I shall now repeat it to the hearing of the world:
“I swear-by my life and my love of it-that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.” I thought “wow”. That was truly amazing. I need to find the man who wrote these words. Rogue shinobi all over would rally to his cause.
The next day it was a little cold so I wore a cloak to the training ground I groaned when I saw that there were so many ninja but i still went in and began a training session. By the time i had finished I was exhausted and my chakra was almost all used up. I began a fast run around the track with weights on top of my shoulders I finished quickly and raced over to the targets and started throwing kunai at targets I then brought out a piece of steel chain and practice on a dummy the chain was easy to wield so I spun in quickly and it wrapped around the dummies straw throat and I pulled the head off of its body. I got a brilliant idea for a weapon it would have a kunai on one end and a weight on the other i could pull anything from heads to weapons and it would be easy to use as a grappling hook that could climb mountains. As I was thinking about this I climbed a tree and jumped from tree to tree. After training I started off to the ramen shop.
[1,433/2000, will do third person next time, sorry mods]
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- TakazashiCitizen
- Ryo : 500
The remaining badgers suddenly got about twice as muscular as they were before. Kaenjin then was being chased by two hundred angry badgers. They were a lot faster than the uchiha. Kaenjin then started climbing even faster so that he could keep away from them. He continued running until he came up with an idea. He suddenly let go as the badgers suddenly got dislodged from the cliff. Then the boy quickly stopped his fall by grabbing onto a hole in the cliff. Then he continued climbing only to find that he lost about half his progress. He then continued climbing to the summit of the tall mountain. Then as he continued to ascend he suddenly noticed an air pressure change. He did not know that the air pressure changes as he continued to climb. He then had to catch his breath. He even considered letting go but then he realized he would fall to his death. He continued to climb and then the air pressure got even lower. He then realized that it was getting very cold. The wind was also picking up. He continued climbing and eventually looked to the top only to find that he was half of the way to the top. He also noticed the hokages faces. He continued as the air pressure dropped to where he would have trouble moving up one step. He even threw up while holding on. The disgusting stuff landed on some pretty thief who was running from the police. He continued to climb and then he had trouble holding on. He was near the top though so this unknown strength then entered Uchiha Kaenjin’s body. Kaenjin then reached the top only to realize the negative ten degree weather. The winds picked up and pushed Kaenjin of the side of the mountain. He fell unconscious and plummeted to the ground. Then a jonnin rescued Takazashi and brought him to the hospital. He then woke up in a bunch of bandages as he was injured from the fall. He then had to tell the doctors that the winds pushed Kaenjin of the side of the cliff. He then was told not to climb a single mountain without much preparation. He woke up the next day as he decided to go and exercise some more until he realized he was in a cast. He then was fuming as he could not exercise in a cast. He then got pissed off and decided to go back to sleep. He woke up the next day and the cast seemed to have disappeared and the doctor apparently did some kind of medical ninjutsu to fix up all the bones. He then was told that he could leave and that he should remember to be prepared to climb the mountain and that he should use a rope to be safe. He was also told not to look down from the mountain as the bones feel weird and the body then becomes very hard to deal with. Then he told Kaenjin to also have someone to climb with him so he could call for help. The greatest Uchiha ever to live then left the hospital to go to his apartment. He then got some water from his water jug. Then he cooked some chili for dinner. He ate quickly and then brushed his teeth. He then stretched and then lay on his bed. He then fell fast asleep.
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