Xyxer's training [Private, Flashback]

Was this all a dream? The beautiful sound of a train unkindly smashing it's way through frail buildings? Perhaps. But the inelegant and unrelenting smashing of the alarm clock was not a dream. No. That was more of a nightmare to Xyxer. He adored being able to sleep in but this damned piece of equipment sought to make him be unable to sleep in. Truly, it was a device of the devil but it appeared to be one that was needed. Well, without one, Xyxer probably wouldn't get up at all. Still, he believed the cons heavily outweighed the pros and this is what caused him to always stay in bed for longer than what was needed. He felt like it was rebelling against a cause that never existed, but still had it's place in the hearts of the tired, the hearts of the unrelenting; that is unless they were tired, in that case it'd be rather sleepy unrelenting which is nothing at all. Sleepily, the left arm of Xyxer ventured out from the warm depths of his duvet and into the cold atmosphere of Kirigakure. It felt like jumping straight into a cold lake when the weather was warm. Rather irritating, but he had grown used to this by now. His arm continued to venture outwards until it finally felt the cold metal that herald the location of the alarm clock he had purchased. After a few seconds of slapping around on it, his palm finally met the snooze button which made it shut of momentarily so that Xyxer could refocus, and if possible, wake up. He knew the latter was going to be forced to happen, but he never knew about focusing. It always seemed such a drag to have to focus on something, but he had grown to do that now. Yawning as he slowly sat up in his bed, Xyxer's arms threatened to break under the strain he was putting them under when he stretched them up and over his head. If anyone was watching him, it probably looked like he was trying to touch the ceiling with how much he was straining his arms from their original positions. Hell, Xyxer even thought that they pop out of their sockets if he strained them any more. Hell, he almost wanted them to but he knew that would be bothersome. He probably wouldn't be able to open the door for a good while since he'd be unable to use his arms, and using his feet would be rather troublesome. That'd make him feel like he was a monkey or something that was beneath humans. Something subhuman or something just degenerate. He was none of those, he was a human , if not greater. He did plan on becoming a god, but he knew that was just a silly thought. Nobody could truly ascend to the level that the gods were at, no. But Xyxer could achieve something that not many humans had. He could become revered by the Kiri ninja if he tried his best. It would probably be a rather difficult campaign now that he had killed quite a few of their ninja, but none the less he hoped that he would one day be thought of as one of the best ninja that Kirigakure had ever created. Hell, he wouldn't mind if he was considered the most sadistic and bloodiest, but that probably wouldn't happen. He'd even took on the mantle of being called Xyxer the Abysswalker, he wondered if that name would stuck with him in the history books if he did ever make it into them. A person he deemed an ally had said she would create an event that would make Xyxer worth being in them if he had followed her, and he had planned to. They had made a blood pact after all and it would be rather useful to have her on his side. He did not know what had happened to his family member Tachi however. He had lost contact with him some time ago and he was no longer informed of what the boy was doing, which was rather saddening as he had felt rather close to him. He was one of the only Gyojin males to actually go on and become a ninja, hell, he was pretty much the only one to stay in Kiri alongside Xyxer. He hoped that no ill could have befell the boy, but he knew this probably was not true. The truth that he believed somewhat hurt him inside, making him look outside of the window of his small home to witness the people just bustling around the corners of the major village and going about their business unaware of lives that had recently been lost. It seemed that the grieving families were always drowned out by the multitude of people that just could not care less in Kirigakure. He was somewhat curious by this fact and yet he was also amused by it. It was like the families didn't care about their siblings enough to spread awareness about their passing or just that they didn't like them that much. Either way it was a confusing event. Especially since Kotaro's mother had not been heard of, and he would except the single mother of a Hyuuga prodigy would be grieving unrelentingly over the loss of her only son. He did regret killing that boy slightly, he could still feel the betrayal that the boy must have felt when Xyxer had killed him. Sighing a little to himself before he looked away from the window and down to the wooden floor boards of his house. Twisting his body slowly out of his bed, he threw the duvet off from him and planted his feet firmly onto the cold boards of the ground that seemed like they were trying to give Xyxer frost bite. Shivering a little from the initial touch of the ground, he decided to push up from the bed and stood straight up, his back slumping a little as soon as he got into the air so that he could try to keep as much warmth in his body as possible. Alas this technique did not prove to be very useful, but Xyxer kept doing it even if made him look like the hunchback of nottingham. He did this mostly because he had became so used to it over the years that he had been in Kirigakure. It was rather weird really, how all of this had started when you think about it. He was so enthusiastic about being a ninja when he had been enrolled in the academy student, it was the day that would change his life forever and shape him into who he was today. It was not a hidden fact that he had in fact killed some ninja, granted not many of them were too strong for him but none the less their life had been in his hands, and he had decided that they had not been worthy of that life. He was unsure on whether that was what happened that night Kotaro, did he just suddenly decide that the boy he had decided to train was unworthy of being trained and he wanted to kill him, or was it something else? Was it an underlying thirst to kill anything he could? He was unsure on both of these points but he always felt rather angry. He didn't show this most of the time but none the less he believed he had a demon inside of him, something he wasn't very fond of. After all, that could be the only reason as to why he was so interested in blood and the death of others, wasn't it? He couldn't ACTUALLY be a monster could he? It must have been some birth defect that he had that altered him and made him different from the other shinobi, then again that would explain why he got so much pleasure from watching the life drain from another shinobi's eyes, but he had heard that this was a common occurrence for a lot of ninja. He'd heard that they also enjoyed watching such events unfold, he'd even heard that some of them find it erotic, which he hoped that they certainly did not. The last thing he thought of when watching a child die or killing one was erotic material. No, it was truly a sensual emotion, not a sexual one. It made him just feel better than others, it proved that he was strong enough to hold the lives of others in his hands and it was just so great, that feeling of such power. He shivered a little in the morning air before he turned his head a little to side, looking at a rather large vertical mirror that was situated on the center of his wall. At first look, Xyxer believed that he was just a scraggy teenager. In fact, if he didn't know himself any better, if he didn't know himself at all, he would have probably looked at this hideous image in great disgust. His lips curled upwards at that thought and then his body pivoted to the side, now fully facing the north direction and thus his body was reflecting itself in the mirror, he was staring right at himself and his chest. Mirrors, what wonderful things. After that, Xyxer went about practicing Fuuinjusu. Awaking from his flashback in a cold sweat in his new home of Tengakure, he scratched his chin a little bit. What a weird flashback. Remembering mostly himself checking himself out.. Life is weird sometimes.

[3000/3000 words on changing specialties combined with this]

[1604 WC]

+8 Health

Approved for Spec. change & +8 stats (which if you are maxed out you may sell for 50 ryo a point) & +16 JP.