Okonishi Training {NK private}

Okonishi, or as most called, Okon due to it being shorter, was in his home. He was in his bedroom, where there was a single bed. He was in his step parent’s old home, he had inherited it after they died a short while ago. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, the bottom edge. His Katana blade was sheathed in it’s scabbard, and was leaning against the wall just across from him. He was choosing his next target, who he would be killing with the blade he was currently staring at. He was smiling as he stared, he enjoyed killing as much as he enjoyed breathing, both being more than anything, besides each other of course. He stood up and considered it, he wasn’t as strong as other shinobi his age. Hell, he was seventeen and still genin, he needed to focus on his career as a shinobi. He sighed, walking over to his sheathed Katana blade. He moved his left foot first, and after five steps from each foot combined, he stopped with his right. The distance wasn’t too great, no more than a foot or two. Possibly meeting in the middle and it being a foot in a half, yes, that was it. he picked up the Katana blade which he owned, he had bought it from the shops not too long ago, perhaps a day or so ago, he was eager to use it in the heat of action. He was already dressed for combat, the clothing was also capable of being used as a training outfit. It was simple clothing that Okon usually wore, however he favored these clothing for special events such as killing and training. He wore a simple T shirt, black, no pictures, images, or any text on it. It was plain. He wore black pants as well, held up by a belt, being leather and black. On it there was a pouch made for holding weapons, or small items. He kept two small projectiles in this pouch, two Kunai. It was capable of holding a lot more, perhaps a dozen Kunai and Shuriken, maybe with a few paper bombs as well. Okon attached the Scabbard, with the Katana blade sheathed inside, to his belt. The end of the scabbard pointed down towards the ground. He sighed, and looked up at his door that lead to the hallway of his apartment building. He backed up, unlocking his window, then climbing out of it. He looked down, he was more than thirty stories high. He climbed outside of his window, using his chakra to hang onto the wall. He turned around and closed his window. He walked up, jumping over his window. Both feet were in midair, and he dropped. He flipped around, looking at the rapidly approaching ground. He gasped, surprised and in slight fear, feeling slightly sorry for those he has killed, now knowing the shock of a fast coming death. He put his feet back down on the building after attempting to position himself in midair, he was successful. The bottom of his feet dragged against the building as he stored chakra in it rapidly, not too much, but just enough to stick himself to the building. He continued though. It turned into sliding, and shortly after, running. He dashed down the building, he couldn’t stop. It was like running down a steep hill, either continue to run, or fall and drop, roll down the hill. He tried to stop, soon enough, barely managing to turn around on the building and slide backwards. He continued to slide, only a few more stories above the ground. He slowed down, though continued to slide. It wasn’t long before he stopped all together, without hitting the ground. He looked back, and noticed he was about ten feet above the ground. He gulped, and then sighed. “Fun,” He said, simply and quickly, then released the chakra and flipped back, landing on his feet before he could continue the backflip any further.




He stood there wondering, how would he begin to train? He sat there thinking, not aware of the people who stood at him with the face that told anyone that they were looking at what they deemed a freak. He could hop along the rooftops and dash, simple jogging... and perhaps do what he had just done, climbing buildings, then sliding down them.... Yes... he decided upon that. He began to store chakra into his feet once more, and ran up the building. He continued to run up quite a few stories, more than forty. Okon was located more at the top of the building, though still a few stories from the top floor. He passed his floor, making it up to the top soon after. He climbed on top of the rooftop of the giant skyscraper. He stood there on the edge, looking down at it’s streets, looking at the few people who passed, they were like ants. He felt like stepping on them, though had no time. He looked back, no one else was on. He walked towards the center of the roof top, and sighed. He dashed forward, jumping over the gap, landing on the other side of the gap. He continued doing this, over a number of gaps, until he was more satisfied with the training he had already done. He then went home, and slept the rest of the day.


{900 words. 4 stats 9 JP.}

Approved then.