Just a little training ( Solo )

Furozan made sure to wake up extra early this day, his first official day in Tengakure. So far he was enjoying the village, even though he was not too fond of being up so high in the sky. He had to admit, though, that the view was quite phenomenal. When he awoke the first thing he did was open the curtains and looked out at the village. The sun was just rising and he got a warm feeling in his stomach seeing something so beautiful. Kirigakure was always so bleak and this place was so sunny and welcoming.

He did not waste much time looking at the view, though, and started to get ready. He made himself a quick breakfast and then put on his training clothes. His body felt weak and rusty, he had not trained in quite some time, so today was going to be interesting. Especially since he was going to be learning a new jutsu. It was no ordinary jutsu either, it was the control of water and it was going to take quite some time to learn. Water-Heavens Convergence was not an easy technique to learn, but Furozan believed he was capable of learning the jutsu. His skill with water was pretty good for his age and he hoped to one day be a master of it.

He was going to need some water, which had not been a problem when he lived in Kirigakure, but here water was not something easily accessible. Though he had found out from talking to a few people that he could just fill up a rather large bucket and take it to the training towers. The process did not take too long, but he was still starting later than he wanted to. About an hour after he woke up he found himself approaching the training towers. Thirty minutes later he was set up and ready to go.

He had been around water his entire life, but actually taking it and controlling it was a completely different story. This was possible, though, he had been researching it for quite some time now. He closed his eyes and he put his hands out over the bucket, trying to figure out how to extend his chakra and actually control the water. He focused as hard as he could and tried to reach out and grab the water. Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and he let out a sigh, he was in for a long day.

One hour passed, two hours, three hours, he was starting to lose track of time and he had gotten absolutely nowhere. He had tried everything he could think of. He dipped his hands into the water, he tried putting it in his hands, he tried to control it with his chakra. Nothing seemed to work and he was getting nowhere. Starting to get frustrated, he slapped the bucket with his hand, and decided to take a break. He sat down in front of the bucket and put his head in his hand, how was he going to do this?

After a bit of a break, he got back up, and he moved back over to the bucket. He put his hands out again and he closed his eyes. He had formulated a new strategy. He had heard of someone talk about how chakra could be an extension of ones self. So he went with that, instead of trying to use the chakra as a tool, he decided it would be best if he made it an extension of himself.

At first, it was just as unsuccessful as the other attempts, but upon further inspection he noticed that the water was starting to move a bit. This gave him a bit of energy, and he kept up with the tactic. He was not used to the bit of thinking he had towards the skill he was learning, but after awhile, he was starting to get the hang of it. He kept opening his eyes and noticing the water moving. After a bit of practice he was actually able to get the water to move out of the bucket. The joy from getting the water out of the bucket forced him to lose concentration and it fell back down.

None the less, he was starting to get it, and he immediately attempted it again. The water came up much easier this time and he was able to move it around. He spent a good amount of time moving the water around his body. The more he did it, the more used to it he became. That was what he was going for, it was just like anything else, the more he did it the easier it would become. He spent a good amount of time just controlling the water, but he noticed his chakra level was slowly draining. He still had plenty, but he did not want to drain himself too much.

After awhile he was starting to really get the hang of it. The water was flowing around him with ease and he was starting to be able to form it to his will. He could create a shield to block jutsu, form it into an attack that he could rain down on his opponent. The possibilities were endless. The more he used it, the better he became, and his excitement was through the roof. The things he would be able to accomplish were almost limitless. Once he was able to draw water from the ground he would be able to do almost jutsu without being near a body of water.

Of course there were downsides to the jutsu. It drained his chakra quite a bit, and the more advanced he tried to get with it, the more his chakra drained. The good thing about it was that he could cut it off at any moment. If it started to get too much for him he could just stop the jutsu and not have to worry about it anymore.

He was extremely fascinated by the water as he moved it around. He was doing different things with the water. He brought it down all around him, pretended to chase someone around the room with the water, he even used it to lift himself into the air. He held himself there for a little while before he finally lost concentration. He fell through the air and hit the ground rather hard and the water went everywhere. He did not realize how exhausted he was getting.

He laid there for a moment, both tired and full of excitement. Learning this new jutsu was going to further his skill quite a bit. It was not something everyone could do, and really, he had never heard of anyone who knew about the jutsu and let alone knew it. He hoped it would separate himself from the rest of the ninja he was around. What with people who had the Sharingan or other bloodline limits. He always had to make up for the lack of a bloodline by working much harder. It did not phase him, though, and if anything it made him stronger.

He finally forced himself up and used the jutsu to gather up all of the water and put it back into the bucket. Satisfied with his day of training, he gathered up his things, and made his way back to his room at the Kage chambers. He could not help but grin the entire way to his current place of living. Tomorrow, though, he had just as much training ahead of him. If he was ever going to master the jutsu he was going to have to practice every day.

Word Count: 1282
Jutsu Learned: Water Relese: Water-Heavens Convergence ( Level 2 )
+ 6 chakra stats
+ 12 JP

(Approved then)

Furozan was drained by the time he awoke the next day. Getting out of his bed seemed nearly impossible as his muscles ached, his head throbbed, and his stomach growled from being so hungry. He realized that the only time he ate the day before was for breakfast. He barely remembered getting to his room because as soon as he spotted the bed, he collapsed onto it, and was instantly whisked away to dream land. The nightmares were the worst part of sleeping, and it was especially bad now that he could not force himself awake once one took over, a skill he had grown especially used to.

He dreamed of his mother, she was just out of his reach, and she was reaching for Furozan. Try as he might, he could not get any closer, his legs seemed to not work. "Help me!" She was crying and in obvious pain, but Furozan could do nothing but try to get his legs to move. Then, right before his eyes, she caught on fire and began to burn away. Furozan snapped awake, tears streaming from his eyes, and realized it was only a dream. Well, not really, she was gone and not coming back. He draped his feet over the edge of his bed and he rubbed his eyes to clear the tears and try and wake himself up.

He promised the Tenkage he would not seek revenge on the people who destroyed his mother, his home, his life... but with every passing day the anger seemed to only intensify. Vengeance was his very existence and he was not sure he could get it to go away. He sighed and forced himself up and tried to ignore the bad thoughts. He had training to do, he could worry about revenge later, he was nowhere near strong enough to exact any sort of revenge just yet.

He made himself a rather large breakfast, spending more time than he wanted to, but he was starving. A large serving of eggs and biscuits was not the best way to start off the day, but logic was not on his side, he felt like he deserved it. Plus, since he was staying in the Tenkages Chambers, everything was free. He would be foolish to not take advantage of it, right? He mauled the food in a time he was ashamed off, but afterwards, his belly was nice and full. A smile of satisfaction played across his face for the first time in a long time.

Next was getting ready to train. His clothes were soaking wet from the day before, so he had to seek out a new pair to train in, which was not too hard. He felt weird being in the classic Tengakure attire, but he did not really care what he was wearing. He tied his Hidden Mist headband onto his head and he strapped his katana to his back and then proudly walked out of the Tenkage Chambers.

This time he did not have to search for a bucket, and instead of just filling it up, he used his new jutsu to transfer all of the water into the bucket. He was still in awe at being able to control water with such ease, so he spent more time than he meant to toying around with the water. He needed to waste the time, though, as his stomach was still full and he felt a bit sluggish. Furozan lifted the bucket and made his way to the training area.

Today he was going to practice using the jutsu as an attack instead of harnessing the basics of the ability. He had decent control over the water now, but there was obviously still room for improvement. It did not take him long to set up, the only other thing he had to do was find himself a dummy to practice his attacks on. He found a closet that was full of them and he took a moment to stare into the room. It was strange seeing all of the dummies together, all of them were worn out and abused from constant use. He did not dwell long, though, and grabbed two of them and set them up about ten feet apart. It was times like these he wished he knew someone who he could train with, but that was out of the question, so he had to settle for dummies.

He moved himself over to the bucket and he closed his eyes for a moment. It was time to get all of the stray thoughts out of his mind. All the anger, the fullness in his stomach, the longing for friends, getting used to the new village, none of it mattered now. It was just him and his training, and that was all. These were the times that Furozan felt different. Something happened to him when he was training/sparring/fighting. It was the only time his mind was completely clear from all thoughts and distractions. He was not sure when he realized he could push everything out of his mind, but he knew he had been able to since he had become a ninja. His father always joked that Hearutsu's were the most focused Ninja from the Mist village. Not that any of that mattered now. NO! Focus!

He let out a breath and his eyes snapped open. It was time. He put his hands out and the water began to lift into the air. He was not good enough to be able to control it without moving, yet, but he knew he would get there. He was a little shaky, at first, but he took a few moments to get back into the swing of things. He had, after all, only been a practitioner of the jutsu for a little under twenty four hours. He could not expect to be a master of the water in such a little time span. He was a perfectionist, though, and he hated not being the best at something.

After awhile of getting a grip on the controlling of the water, he began to move it around, faster and faster at a time. He was trying to think of the best possible way to use it in attack form. He first thought of trying to form it into a hand and smash it down on the opponent. It was practical, but also kind of lame, but it was the best idea he had so far.

It took him a good hour to get the water to form into the shape of a hand. Creating gaps with the water took more concentration than he had planned on, and really, it seemed almost useless with his level of control. None the less, after many failed attempts, he formed a large amount of water into a hand and raised it above his head. He could not help but look up at the water and mutter a quiet "Awesome...." as he admired his work. Now came the fun part.

He targeted the dummy and he took a few seconds to make sure he was ready. Finally, he sent the water rushing at the target, and was about to bring it smashing down over the dummies head. Just as it was getting close, the water fell apart, and did not make it. He sighed and he realized it was not going to be as easy as he thought. Getting the form down was the easy part, it was keeping it all together long enough to create an attack, which required pretty much constant focus. This was going to be fun. /sarcasm

Attempt after attempt all fell short and he was getting nowhere. Frustration and doubt were starting to set in but he was so determined he quickly threw all of that doubt to the fucking curb. Every time he failed, he came back even harder the next time. Each time he would get closer and closer, but it always fell apart before he could get to the dummy. Hours began to pass but he did not notice, he was not leaving that room until he brought the wrath of god down on that dummy. His anger had grown to levels where he actually began to hate the dummy. So much, in fact, that he wanted to see it get hit so hard it could never be used again.

Time and time again the water kept falling apart, but the more he tried it, the more control he felt he had over the water. The excitement from gaining more control was damn near nullified from the dummy, who Furozan was convinced was mocking him. "Fuck you you piece of shit!" Furozan yelled at the dummy, realizing he probably looked ridiculous, but he did not care at this point. That mother fucker was going down and going down hard.

Focusing, he decided that this time he was going to do it, and he was not going to take no for an answer. His chakra was draining, but that was not going to stop him, he would die right there in that training room if he had to. He closed his eyes for a moment and a few memories flooded his brain. He remembered graduating academy and both of his parents were still alive. That was one of his favorite memories. The look of joy on his mother and fathers face elated Furozan. His mother had embraced him and told him how much she loved him and his father actually uttered the words "You made me proud, son." That day, his father took him fishing, and he listened to every word Furozan had to say about how excited he was, and the smile never left his face. They did not catch anything, but his father made it better, "You don't always catch a fish son, that's a fact. What makes a true fisherman is always going back to the same spot until he catches the biggest fish of his life."

His eyes snapped open, he was ready. He formed the water into a hand and he sent it flying towards the dummy. He felt control like he hadn't before over the water. He lifted it high into the air and brought it smashing down with extreme force. The following explosion was sure to cause a stir in the building. The water cracked hard against the dummy and smashed into the ground. He heard the splintering of the wood that cracked the dummy and he even heard the cracking of the floor. He did not care though. He jumped into the air, fist held high, and shouted "I got you you piece of shit!!!"

Joy flooded him. Not just from accomplishing the jutsu, but from the happy memory of his parents. He had not thought of that day in a long time, and for once, things felt right in the world. Instead of focusing on the negatives, he did something he was proud of, and he knew his parents were watching him and had those two huge smiles on their faces.

Still, he was not done, he was growing more confident and the water was getting much easier to control. He could almost feel the water all around him and he felt as if he could use more than what was in the bucket. He had read, that with enough training, he would be able to pull water from the ground. The only way he was going to be able to find out if that was true or not was to actually give it a shot. His chakra was running low, but he was in such a good mood now, he did not care. He had enough left to last him for a little while, plus he felt he had a good handle on it so it shouldn't be that hard, right?

He quickly cleaned up his training area and then headed outside so that he could use the ground. He sprinted all the way down to the ground, which turned out to not be such an easy feat. Once he reached the bottom he was out of breath. He bent over and put his hands on his knees and began to suck in air. "Fu.....ck....." He muttered in between breaths. He was really out of shape and made a mental note to do a bunch of jogging when he got some free time. All this chakra training would be useless if he could be outran by an overweight six year old.

Once he finally caught his breath, he found a good area, and he set himself up. This was going to be a lot different from having a water source that he could directly pull water from. Still, he could feel the water in the ground, and he knew he could pull it up. He was going to have to actually pull the water together so that it formed anything worthwhile. He closed his eyes and focused every bit of his energy on the water in the ground. Slowly, he tried to pull it up, and at first nothing happened.

He did not give up, though, and slowly the water started to move upwards from the ground. He wanted to get excited, but he pushed the excitement right back from whence it came, and continued to focus. Slowly but surely the water began to seep up from the ground. Little by little it began to form in front of him, he did not need to open his eyes to see it, he could feel it. He was becoming one with the water. He could not help but think of how easy it would have been if he had the sea to train next to, but that was out of the question now.

Moments went by, minutes, then before he knew it another hour had passed and he had not moved. When he opened his eyes he was shocked to see that he had the same amount, if not more, than what he had in the bucket. The grin came back to his face as he moved the water around, admiring what he had, in a sense, created. He had taken water that had previously not been there, brought it up from the ground, and now it could be used to his advantage. He could not believe how much he had grown, going from a scared little academy graduate, to war survivor genin who could control water. People would learn to respect him.... fear him.

He wanted to see how much he had learned since he began using the jutsu. He simulated, in his mind, a jutsu coming for him. Almost like it was reading his mind the water rushed in front of him and created an orb like shield that would have protected him from the attack. Now, a counter attack. He lashed out with the water, acting as if he was sweeping out the ground from his opponent. The water slithered along the ground and when it got to the area where his invisible opponent was, he slashed it up into the air like it was ripping the persons leg right out from under him.

He then split the water down the middle and created two orb like balls that could be used to smash into someone. His invisible opponent was now mid air, and he brought the two parts of water together, crashing in the middle with an impact that could have severely damaged, or even killed, someone if they were caught in it. Now, in his mind of course, he had his opponent trapped in the water. To finish him off for good, he brought the water crashing straight to the ground, which would have also brought his opponent. The water hit with a crashing noise and the water continued to flood onto the opponent until the tail end finally brought an end to the onslaught.

"Holy shit...." Furozan said to himself when he realized just how much damage he could actually do now. The water was becoming part of him and acting according to Furozan's thoughts. He did not have to exert as much focus as he had the first day, it was becoming second nature now. He cut off contact with the water and he almost collapsed. Holy hell was he drained now.

Dragging himself back to his room was almost impossible, but after a good twenty minutes, he opened his door and he spotted his bed. He collapsed onto it and passed out. But not before seeing the smiles of both his parents one more time to send him into dream land, hopefully nightmare free.

Word Count: 2780
+13 Chakra points
+27 JP
Water Heaven Convergence Level 3

Approved for listed Stats, JP and leveling on said jutsu.

Furozan's next day was even worse than the day before. When he woke up he could barely move, even rolling out of bed seemed like an impossible prospect, so he laid still in his bed for the longest time before he found any energy to get back up. Chakra training was out of the question for the day, but that was almost a good thing, he needed to work on other area's anyways. He was getting slow so he needed to work on his speed. It would also benefit him to get a little stamina back on his side.

After what felt like hours he finally forced himself up and to his feet. He groaned loudly to himself and tried to stretch the soreness out. The chakra usage had really worn down his body. He figured if he was going to get any training done, he was just going to have to do it, and do it fast. He quickly slapped some clothes on and he took off out the door.

There were over a hundred stories in the building he was staying in, so he figured to warm up, he would jog to the top. Simple enough, right? He went to the stairs, which were next to the elevator, and he began his journey.

The first hundred or so came easily, but after that, he felt like he was in hell. His feet barely dragged themselves to the next step. He had to count in his head to distract himself from how tired he was. Two hundred thirty five, two hundred thirty six, two hundred thirty seven. Up he went, counting all along the way, never losing count because it was the only thing he could focus on.

He missed training his chakra already. He hated running, especially up things, but this was the best way. He could not give up. He had to be faster, stronger, and smarter than his opponents if he wanted to get anywhere in the ninja world. Gaining speed and stamina was just like chakra, the more he did it, the better he would become at it. None the less, to put it bluntly, it sucked freaking dick.

He could finally see the top and he began to fantasize about collapsing on the roof of the building. It motivated him to get to the top. Faster he went, needing to get to the top so that he could get some much needed rest, faster and faster he went. The door was coming into sight. Only a few more steps. FINALLY! He reached the door. He swung it open and was ready to collapse.

"FUCK!!!" The door lead to more stairs that seemed even further up than before. "Who the hell built this village!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and stomped his feet, acting like a kid seemed like the most logical thing to do. He got all of his anger out and then he decided to keep going. He thought, well, i've come this far, might as well go all the way. ( Forrest Gump Ya'll! )

The count went on. Five hundred eighty four, five hundred eighty five, five hundred eighty six. Was there no end to this hell of stairs that he was in? He started to think he was losing it, two days in a row he had become infuriated by inanimate objects. The only difference was, he could not squash the steps at the end of the day.

On and on he went, his heavy breathing filled the stairwell. His ears were pounding from the blood rushing to them and he was starting to get tunnel vision. Was this seriously where he died? On the steps of a building in the middle of Tengakure. For real, how long would it take for someone to even find him up here? He was sure that no one even used the stairs and he began to hate the man who even built them in the first place. What had he gotten himself into?

Then, right when the going was getting tough, and the tough wasn't about to get going, he saw another door. He began to pray to the gods, any gods, that it was the top of the building. A nice breeze surely was up there and he did not care how hard the ground was. He was going to collapse on that bitch with as much force as possible, hopefully knocking himself unconscious.

Closer and closer he got, but this time he did not get his hopes up, for all he knew it was another set of freaking stairs. Oh shut up brain, it can't be, what kind of sick madman would place another set of stairs there. Doubt began to creep in, holy shit, it is definitely another set of stairs. He knew it was, it looked the exact same. He vowed to blow a freaking hole in the wall if it was.

Closer and closer he got, and more and more of his self esteem went away. He wished he had not gotten out of freaking bed that morning. He could have slept the day away and that would have been absolutely lovely. So much better than this shit, people who ran were fuck heads. He declared it, they were fuckheads and obviously stupid. Who did this for fun? This was not fun god damn it.

Finally, he reached the door, and when he opened it, his heart soared with joy. "YESSSS!" He made it to the roof. The breeze hit him in the face and he almost shed tears of joy. His legs were like jello, though, and he had to sit down. He could not get comfortable though. His legs hurt, his lungs hurt, hell even his arms hurt. Everything that could possibly hurt, it hurt, and it hurt like a bitch.

Still, even through all that pain, accomplishment surged through his veins. He did it, he ran up the steps of the Kage building in the skyscraper village. Holy shit, he was a badass. Well, maybe not, since he was weezing in pain on the roof and he was convinced he would never walk again. His vision began to get smaller and he decided to take a wee little nap before he went back down.

Word Count: 1050
+5 Speed points
+10 JP

Approved for listed stats and JP.

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The next few days were intense for Furozan. He decided to hold off on his chakra training and focus more on his speed, strength, and stamia. He was not sure which one wore him out more, chakra training, or his core training. His entire body was ready to collapse under him, but he kind of liked it. Today was the last day before he was going to go out and spend some time with himself. He needed a few days off, but before he did, he was going to learn a new jutsu. He had his eye on the Rasengan for awhile. It used to be a technique that was hard to learn but now it was taught to most ninja after they graduated the academy.

His spirits were high that morning when he woke up, despite his body begging him to stay in bed, but that happened most mornings. He had grown so used to being sore that it had become pretty much part of him. He laid in bed for a few moments, waking himself up, and getting used to the soreness. Finally, he forced himself up, and he began his morning routine. When he had been younger he used to just go straight out to training, but as his training regime grew more strict, he began to up his schedule.

Push ups and sit ups were really the easiest part of it all. After a hundred or so he went for his morning jog. He had come to enjoy running the stairs of the kage building, but he did not go to the top, he was not that skilled yet. There was a halfway point that would get his body nice and loose, jogging to the top, and practically sprinting to the bottom. The entire first half of his day took about an hour or so to finish.

When he finished, he made his way to the kitchen area, and he prepared himself some breakfast. He had grown used to eating a ton of fruit and plenty of water for breakfast. He was prone to skipping lunch, but he was needing more protein in his diet, so he tried his hardest not to skip. It was a lot easier said than done, though, and he was having a hard time adjusting. Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day so he made sure to make it good.

Once he was done, it was time to head out, and of course he jogged to the training towers. The entire process had become like a job to him, he did the same thing every day, and it was all he could do. He was still waiting to receive his team so that he could start undertaking missions and really get his name out there. He was determined to prove to Tengakure that he was a shinobi worthy to wear their headband.

He missed missions, he missed his team, the comrades he had and the trust he had developed with them. It was a sad thought, but he did not let it get the best of him, he could only work harder to help keep their memories alive. To prove that they were a worthy team and the last standing member did everything to keep their names alive.

The Rasengan was no easy technique, that much was for sure, but it had been studied and figured out to the point that it had become extremely well known. Even most academy students started, at least, practicing the jutsu. Furozan had messed around with it a few times, but he had never successfully perfected the jutsu enough to actually use it in battle. With the things he had been learning recently, though, he had no doubt that he would be able to master the jutsu once he walked away from training that day.

Of course a couple hours into his training he began to second guess that prediction. Concentrating that much rotating chakra into the palm of his hand was no easy feat and he realized he was actually going to have to do it like the training guides suggested, with a balloon. Which was much more difficult to find than he had expected. Thirty minutes later he was back, balloons in hand, and ready to succeed.

Attempt after attempt all came up empty handed and resulted in the destruction of a balloon. Some attempts were better than others and a few times he believed he had actually accomplished the move only to be let down once the balloon popped. After awhile he began to question whether or not he was going to be able to even accomplish the jutsu. He was running low on balloons and, in his mind, if he ran out the day was over.

Minutes passed, then hours passed, and he had gotten nowhere. Well, that was not the truth, he was starting to get a teeny bit better at the jutsu. In his mind, though, he was failing miserably. How could he suck water from the ground and use it to attack but he could not use the stupid jutsu. It was a naturally occurring thing, Furozan getting pissed off when he was training, and he had noticed that other ninja had become used to his anger. They would often laugh and offer him support every time he cursed loudly. He was not used to this kind of treatment, he was more used to being made fun of if he could not succeed, Tengakure was leagues different from Kirigakure and he was still adjusting.

He had almost had enough as he picked up the last balloon. He had made a decision to just pick up the training tomorrow instead of fishing. Sure, he was upset, but he was determined to accomplish the damn jutsu. He focused every bit of his attention on this attempt. He was not going to fail, he could feel it, he knew he was going to succeed.

Slowly he began to rotate the chakra inside the balloon, so far, so good. It was going as good as some of his best attempts. He slowly began to pick up speed while also not letting the chakra get out of control. It began to warp and Furozan quickly put a stop to that. He had grown used to the chakra beginning to warp and he was starting to realize how to put a stop to it. He still did not want it to get out of control, but hey, this was his first real attempt at trying to learn the jutsu. Learning it in one day was not easy after all.

He took his time on the final attempt, any time it began to get out of control, he put a stop to it and then went at it again. More time passed than he had realized and he was now the lone person in the training area. He preferred the isolation, but he had to admit, he was getting used to the other people cheering him on. He wanted, more than anything, for the people of Tengakure to accept him and not label him as the Mist village outcast. He was more than that, and he would prove it.

The thought seemed to spark something in Furozan. Instead of taking things so lightly, he decided to go for it, and he knew just the target. There were training dummies still left out, and Furozan target one. Wasting no time, he had a window of opportunity, and he would not squander it. He ran at the training dummies, targeted the middle one, and he unleashed.

"Rasengan!" He shouted, and he slammed his hand into the area where the solar plex would have been. The jutsu landed, and to Furozan's surprise, he felt his hand crash into the wood and he felt the jutsu. The one he had targeted did not last long under the jutsu, wood cracking, it was sent flying through the training area, spinning the whole way. Furozan could not help but smile, he had done it.

WC: 1344
Rasengan learned
+6 stats
+13 JP

Approved for Appropriate Rewards

The days were going by much quicker now, and overall, Furozan had to say that he was quite enjoying life in Tengakure. He was starting to know his way around the village, he had met quite a few people who were starting to become his friends, and his training was taking off quite a bit. No longer did he wake up with a body so sore it could barely move. He was becoming what he always thought he would be, an actual ninja, and it was starting to show.

He had not seen the Tenkage since he had been welcome to the village, which was strange, because he lived in the Tenkage chambers. He supposed he was always busy with something and on the flip side of that Furozan was just as busy. Even though he had not been given a team yet he still had plenty to do. He hoped to contribute greatly to a team if he was ever placed on one. His skills were far beyond what they had been when he first came to the village and he was way stronger than he had ever been when he was a member of the Mist village.

"Help me Furozan..."

His mother called out to him, and try as he might, he could not move. Well, he could move, but it felt like he was standing in a pit of sludge and every step took more energy than the last step. She was inside of their house and it was on fire. He could see her in the window and she was staring at him with the most helpless eyes. No matter how hard he tried he could not get to her. It seemed like the house was getting further and further away.

"Mother! NO!" She vanished inside of the house as it went up in flames.

He shot up, sweat covered his entire body, and he was panting heavily. He realized he had been crying in his sleep. It took him a few moments to gather where he was and what was going on but, after a few moments, he remembered where he was. He let out a sigh and he plopped onto his back and he stared up at the ceiling. "I am sorry, mother."

The nightmares were an every night occurrence that he thought would have subsided by now. But instead of going away, they only seemed to get worse, and they were lasting longer than ever now. He thought about telling someone but he was sure they would just laugh at him. He wanted to spill his guts to someone, anyone, who would listen but he did not believe anyone wanted to be bothered by his nonsense.

The only way to take his mind off of things was to get to training. Today was a big day for him, he had a spar against another genin whom he had met while training. It was going to be his first spar since leaving the Mist village and he did not plan on disappointing. He figured if he could win in a spar against a ninja who was born and raised in Tengakure then he could prove his worth to someone. He wondered, often, if the Tenkage really had no other purpose for Furozan besides shacking him up in the Tenkage chambers just so he could keep an eye on him. Shinji did not seem like that type of person when they met for the first time, but he was a Kage, and he would have been good at hiding something such as that.

He began his morning routine which consisted of rolling out of bed, landing on his stomach, and beginning his push ups. He was up to one thousand every morning now and he could feel his strength boosting because of it. Once he finished, he began his sit ups, and once he was done with that he would go on his morning jog. He decided to keep it short today because he wanted to be in tip top shape against Harumi, the boy he was sparring.

He reached the training grounds before Harumi did, which he expected, Furozan was often awake before most of the ninja in the village. He did not like sleeping because sleep included nightmares. He relived that day every night and he hated it with a passion. Being awake freed him from the nightmares, and if it was possible, he would have never slept.

He pulled his katana from its sheath and he began to practice a few combinations of moves with it. The one place he had been lacking lately was with his swordsmanship. He once had a dream of becoming one of the legendary swordsmen of the Mist, but that dream was now defunct. He had heard that someone was trying to regroup them but he was not sure his name was out there enough to be recruited. He was not sure anyone really knew his name in the first place. He was just the little white haired boy who was constantly training.

No matter how long he went without training when he had the katana in his hands he knew what he was doing. He was by no means a master swordsmen but he was no slouch either. He went through the offensive motions first. Simple stabs and slashes with the katana. He went slow, at first, but he gradually picked up the speed until he was jumping and sprinting from side to side with the weapon.

"You wield the blade like a true swordsman of the Mist." The voice of Harumi interrupted his training and Furozan stopped mid swing. He turned to face Harumi and he let the katana hang by his side.

"A true swordsman of the Mist would be too quick for you to even see him wield it." Furozan smirked and he sheathed the blade and he approached Harumi and extended his hand. "I am nowhere near good enough to be considered a swordsman of the Mist. Especially since the Mist is no more." His voice was hollow as he spoke the words, obviously missing his home village.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, you wield the blade with ease. Besides, you were only training, I am sure you are much quicker in a battle situation."

Furozan nodded and he thought back to the times when he watched a swordsman train. Furozan looked up to them and had dreams of one day becoming a member of their ranks. The fact that his dream was no longer possible did not sit well with him, but at this point, most things did not sit well.

"I find it a bit of an unfair match up. You with water and I with fire. But a true shinobi learns to fight against his weaknesses and is prepared to fight anyone, including someone who has an element that is considered superior." The confidence was noticeable in his voice, he wanted to win the spar, and Furozan was not sure if he actually respected Furozan or he wanted to prove that Furozan did not belong in Tengakure.

"Jutsu are not the only thing a ninja needs to win a fight." Furozan smirked and he put his two fingers up to his lips, signalling that he was ready to begin the spar. Furozan was not a boy who wasted time, he was ready to get the spar under way. "Are you ready, Harumi?"

Harumi smirked and he copied Furozan's stance and put his fingers up, signalling that he was ready to begin the fight. For a few moments, they both stared at each other, sizing one another up. Furozan wanted Harumi to attack first and it seemed like Harumi wanted Furozan to attack first. After a few moments of staring each other down, Harumi acted.

His hands went into action and began to form handseals. He was quick, probably a bit quicker than Furozan, but that was not going to be enough to win the spar. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" He kneaded the chakra in his mouth and finally an average sized fireball was formed and was heading directly at Furozan.

Furozan anticipated this and while he was forming his hand seals, he began to draw water from the ground. This was the first time his Water Heavens Convergence technique was going to be used in battle, and to say that Furozan was excited was quite the understatement, he wanted to see just how good his new jutsu was in a battle situation.

Furozan did not move from his stance as the fireball came spiraling towards him. Instead he smirked and stared across the field at Harumi, who had a look of both surprise and confusion on his face. He could not tell if Furozan had a death wish or was just crazy enough to try and jump out of the way at the last second.

As the fireball was about to hit, Furozan called upon the water, and it formed a shield directly in front of him. The fireball hit and was quickly diffused as it came into contact with his water shield. Furozan stood completely still as the fireball fizzled out and the look of both confusion at Furozan's jutsu and a look of satisfaction welled onto Harumi's face.

"You can control water with ease, how is this?" It was clear he had never seen this jutsu before, and why should he have, it was a lesser known jutsu that very few shinobi had ever heard of, yet alone practiced.

"It is called Water Heaven Convergence. It grants me complete control over water. I can use it as both a weapon and a shield. If used properly and can grant the user an almost perfect defense." Furozan kept the confident look on his face and he noticed the look of determination wash over Harumi's.

"Perfect defense, huh? We will see about that."

In a puff of smoke, Harumi vanished, and Furozan recognized the technique. The body flicker technique granted the user a sudden burst of speed which allowed them to gain a favorable position over their opponent. In an instant, Harumi was behind Furozan, and he sent a powerful punch in Furozan's direction.

The punch would have laid Furozan out if he had not been careful, but just as it was getting close to hitting, his water circled around and stopped the punch in its tracks. "I told you, perfect defense." He had not even turned around, he was still facing forwards, obviously confident in his technique and skills.

Harumi did not stop with one punch, though, he came with a flurry of attacks. He was attacking from all over trying to penetrate his defense. Furozan hoped to exhaust him from trying to get through his defense, but it was clear the boy had plenty of stamina. Punch after punch, kick after kick, were all blocked by Furozan's jutsu. No matter how fast Harumi was, his water was fast, blocking all attacks and keeping Harumi at a safe distance.

After the onslaught of attacks Harumi jumped backwards and kept himself a safe distance away from Furozan, confidence no longer showing on his face, instead it was plastered with a look of determination. Determination to find a break in his defense, but he would not. "So you are just going to stand there and let me tire myself out, is that it?"

"That's the plan." Furozan said matter of factly. He raised his hands and he looked at his nails, playing mind games with Harumi, and trying to anger him into making the mistake Furozan needed to capitalize. He stood still for a few more moments, trying to figure out his next move, then he acted.

He reached into his pocket and he pulled out a kunai and then attached an explosive to it. He then flung it in Furozan's direction and it flew right into Furozan's water. The explosion happened, but the water was strong enough to keep the blast at bay. "It won't wor...." His words were cut short as Harumi came flying through the smoke that was created from the explosion. Smart move, he used the exploding kunai as a distraction to create a hole in the waters defense.

His foot made it through the defense, but Furozan was quick to act, ducking underneath it. He grabbed onto Harumi's leg and yanked him to the ground before he used his water to slam down and trap him. The water doubled as restraints and tied both his arms and his legs to keep him in place. "Nice distraction, great move, but ultimately too slow." Furozan's smile was quickly replaced, though, as the boy who he thought was Harumi poofed into a cloud of smoke and only a kunai was left.

"Damn..." Furozan looked up just in time to see Harumi above him with a smirk riddled across his face. "Fire style: Fireball jutsu!" The fireball came roaring down at Furozan. Luckily the water was fast enough to shoot up and block the attack, but it was not fast enough to catch the kick that hit him right in the gut. Furozan was sent flying through the air and came crashing down on the ground. He bounced across the ground a few times before coming to his senses and sliding to a stop.

"Impressive...." Furozan said as he was standing up, ignoring the pain in his gut, and gathering more water from the ground in preparation of his first attack.

"Perfect defense, huh? You got some work to do before you start calling it perfect." Harumi chuckled, obviously proud of himself for breaking through the jutsu, but Furozan was not sure he was ready for the next attack. He knew Harumi was going to attack again, he was an aggressive and offensive minded opponent. He obviously had plenty of chakra to use two fireball jutsu's in quick succession and he did not seem to be depleting any of his energy.

Almost like clockwork, he came into action again, sprinting right towards Furozan and flinging two kunai in his direction. The shield in front of him blocked the two kunai, but that was the least of his worries now. As he sprinted in Furozan's direction a giant wave of water came up from behind Furozan. The look on Harumi's face was priceless because he obviously did not expect the wave to be as big as it was.

The wave moved with a speed that was much greater than Harumi's and came crashing down on the area where he was. He somehow managed to dodge out of the way and rolled to the left of the attack. The beauty of Water Heavens convergence was that it could control water from anywhere as long as there was water within the ground. The area he was crouched over suddenly moved and another attack came flying from under the ground.

He jumped high into the air as the arm of water chased after him, trying to latch on, so that Furozan could smash him to the ground. As fast as Harumi was, he was not as quick as the water that Furozan wielded, and it eventually grabbed ahold of his foot. The result was that Harumi was smashed into the ground and then a surge of water was sent splashing on top of him. Furozan intentionally held back because he was not sparring to kill the boy. Only to prove that he was a good enough ninja to compete with the genin of Tengakure.

Once the attack finished, Furozan moved the water away, and he almost cursed when he did so. A log was in the place where Harumi should have been. Then, without notice, he felt a pain behind his neck and he was flying across the ground yet again. He had substituted when he jumped through the air and had closed the gap while Furozan was slamming the clone to the ground. Harumi was skilled, that much was for sure, but Furozan was still confident.

When he came to a halt he decided it was time to change his game up. He was going to use a different jutsu, one of the ones he had first learned while he was still a Mist ninja. Except now he did not need the aide of the sea, he had all the water he needed now. He had been wanting to try out the maneuver for some time now and see if it was as effective as he thought it could be.

He did the appropriate hand seals and then he slammed them to the ground while shouting "Water Release: Water Exploding Colliding Wave!" The ground below him shook and then a giant wave, much bigger than the one he had created earlier, shot up from the ground with Furozan riding on top and in the center. The look on Harumi's face was priceless, and maybe he was going a little too far, but he knew this would be the end. No matter how fast Harumi was, the wave was too big for him to get out of the way.

"This is where it ends, Harumi!" Furozan shouted from top of the wave. He sent the wave into motion, but before he did, he created a clone to ride on top of the wave. He sunk down into the water and he began to swim to the front of the wave. Harumi was trying his best to figure out a defense for the water attack, but after he realized there was nothing he could do, he just began to run.

The wave approached Harumi with a speed that he would not be able to escape. In his defense, he did get pretty close to the edge of the water, but it was all for not. Furozan was already there and he jumped out of the water, "Rasengan!" The distraction had worked and he had believed that Furozan was on top of the wave. Simultaniously he was hit by the wave a small rasengan that Furozan had created.

The move did much more damage than he thought it would, it created a crater in the ground about five inches deep. Furozan had to wrap Harumi, who was unconscious now, in a defense he created from the surge of water. The water crashed for what seemed like forever until finally the jutsu was done. Furozan stared at Harumi, who was still breathing, but he felt bad for hitting him with such an attack.

He stood up, victorious, and a crowd had gathered to see what was going on. He was holding Harumi over his shoulder and he could tell they thought he was trying to hurt him. He had a confused look on his face and he did not really know how to explain himself. "Uhh.... I can explain." A few ninja had been alerted and appeared at the area. They were clearly ready for a fight but when they noticed the two boys they just shook their heads.

A few hours later Harumi and Furozan were in an office with two Anbu watching over them and being screamed at for being so reckless. Especially at Furozan who, in his words, was not even a real member of this village and should not be going around vandalizing things. In the end, they were both sentenced to a whole lot of work around the village. Well, this was going to put a damper on Furozan's training, but ultimately it had all been worth it.

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