Mastering Chidori {P, NK}

Okonishi, or as he preferred to be called, Okon yawned as he woke up. It was around nine A.M when he looked at his clock. It was a digital clock, he had finally changed his good old clock which required moving his body more, to a digital clock, the lazy man’s clock. Life seemed to become more lazy, people anyways, due to technology. Okon wasn’t, he wasn’t going to become lazy due to these machines. Though, he preferred something louder than a bell. He had awoken at the sound of a loud sound, a siren. When he got it he hoped it would wake the noisy ass he had recently gotten used to on the floor above, and the children below. He could tell they were children sleeping on the floor below him due to the fact he hears children playing in the morning, that often pissed Okon off, and in the morning when he woke up the two floors manually, he could often hear above the man overhead shouting, two children crying their hearts out and their parents coming in and telling them it was nothing more than a bad dream. He chuckled at the thoughts. He sat up, half of his body remaining under his blankets. He stretched his arms out, both going above his head. There was about a foot’s length in between the two. He heard snapping noises as he stretched, so he lowered them back down, then smiled. He yawned, getting himself out of bed before he fell asleep again. He tossed over the blankets, making them land on the right side of the bed. He put his feet out, planting them on the left side of his bed. The carpet was nice and warm, almost as warm as his bed. He stood up, and then stretched a bit more. He walked over to his closet door, letting out yet another yawn. This one was large and took up a bit of time, it lasted a few seconds, stopping at for exactly four seconds.




Okonishi slid open the door, sliding a majority of the door into the hollow part of the wall that was built in exactly for the door. Inside there was a variety of clothing, of all kinds of colors. There was mainly dark colored clothing, mainly among the shirts, though there were a few light blue jeans, and a few brightly colored shirts. He dragged out a black colored sleeveless shirt, however, he preferred darker colored clothing over the brighter colors. The shirt he dragged out had recently been known as a T-shirt, until Okonishi had gotten into a rather odd cooking accident. Oh the complaints he received that day, the most fun he’s had in a long time. He was forced to tear the sleeves off and throw them onto the ground before he caught a flame. After putting on the sleeveless shirt, he dragged out a light blue pair of jeans. He put them on after his undergarments. Now he was fully clothed and no longer in the nude. He added a belt to his jeans, and put a pouch on the belt. The pouch itself had no real use in battle, though it was capable of holding many sharp objects, keeping them from cutting Okonishi. He had two Kunai in there at the moment. He then added his scabbard, which had his Katana blade sheathed inside, onto the belt. He made it to where it wouldn’t fall off.


He walked outside, wondering where he would be training for the day. Perhaps the two training towers, though he was unsure. Perhaps he could go outside of the village for today, perhaps it was necessary, seeing as the training towers were growing rather boring. Perhaps the area was dependent, dependent on what Okon was planning to do in his training. He sighed, the training towers would be enough.. though he had hoped for something more. He sighed once more, mind having been made up he began to travel.



Soon enough he had arrived at the two towers, he went into the one on his right, and began to travel up. He went up the stairs, looking outside at the same time. There were large windows to his right while he was traveling up the stairs. The sun was in the sky, it was nearly noon, he had taken his damn good time in getting to the two towers apparently. He sighed and continued to go up the stairs. The stairs were training in their own damn way, he was headed for the twentieth floor, which had large boulders in it.



Once he got to the room, he looked around at his targets. “Alright then..” He said, beginning to wonder if he had actually just talked to himself. He sighed, as he prepared. He took off anything that was heavy or would block movement, knowing what he was going to be doing for training, he needed the extra movement. He looked at his target, a dummy, a wooden dummy. He stretched, preparing himself. He had placed his Katana down on the ground, leaning against a wall. He looked at his target, and inhaled somewhat deeply. He then exhaled in a sigh. He was going to be training with a high ranking technique. It was A ranked, a Lightning Nature Release technique. He was training Chidori. Chidori was quite useful. It was classified as an assassination technique despite the loud noise it makes in the process of using this technique. He was thinking, perhaps he could make some variations with the Chidori after better mastering the technique. Currently he was no good with Chidori, he barely knew how to use the technique. He had originally learned it from a book, a rather simple book which went over history, and often taught about certain jutsu. Now he was willing to train himself in the technique, to master this technique so that he could better use it in battle.


He stared at his training dummy, a wooden training dummy, that was no more than a simple log. He also looked around at some larger boulders, also good enough to train on, though he would be working with the training dummy for now. He looked at the dummy and began to concentrate. He aimed the palm of his hand down on the ground, and closed his eyes. He exhaled somewhat deeply, a sigh in a way. He began to hear a noise, or noises, perhaps it could be classified as a single noise though Okonishi was unsure. He opened his eyes. Sparks of lightning were dancing away from his hand. The sound was like thousands of birds were chirping, not at the same time however. They continued to chirp also, it wasn’t just once. This made the technique easily detectable, which could be a hassle, he may have to limit this technique to only for when he is discovered, and not just for a quick kill as they might find it rather quickly, and be capable of dodging. Speed played a major role in the use of Chidori, seeing as this was a melee technique, and not ranged, the user would have to be faster than their target to land the hit, or smarter. He eyed his target, as if it were a real person, a target that he had to assassin. He began to charge, due to not being as skilled in Chidori, he couldn’t turn while using this, only go forward, like a shark swimming. He moved at top speed, as if trying to kill his prey before it had the chance to get away. His arm was behind him at that point, hanging back and relaxing. His other arm doing the same. Once he got in range of the dummy, he moved the hand with his Chidori on it forward, aimed at where the heart would normally be in a human being. He forced his hand forward, and it passed through, piercing the log all the way through. His arm was out on the other side, it had gone all the way through and made a hole to where it was. This would normally kill a human, shinobi or not, unless they were somehow immortal and don’t need a heart to live that is..



He sighed, pulling his arm out and avoiding getting splinters. He had used the Chidori. The jutsu had amazing power. He liked it already. With a smile, and a dark gaze, he looked around for his next target. He looked out the window, noticing something. It was nearly three P.M already, had it taken him so long to prepare and climb the damned stairs? Apparently so. He sighed, and looked over at the large rocks. He began to face one, and move over to the side a bit. He looked at it, He would have to move back over to make contact with it and not hit the wall when using Chidori, though the concentration required was slightly great to do so. He faced his right hand’s palm on the ground, and concentrated. He began to close his eyes once more, as he focused his chakra. He heard the noise, or noises again. The sound of a thousand birds chirping over and over again. He began to run forward, at the same time he opened his eyes.



He attempted to move to the left, the way towards the rock. He was successful. He had moved enough to where he could hit the rock with Chidori, while at the same time keeping Chidori active. He extended his right arm forward, as it hit the rock. It pierced through, the rock was now cracked. Cracks in the rock surrounded the giant hole that was made due to Chidori. He pulled his hand out, and fell back, panting heavily. He had used Chidori twice now, that was his max. Certain people can do Chidori more times in a day, though due to his chakra limitations he was stuck at twice a day. He continued to pant, he couldn’t use any more jutsu for a while, at least he figured due to how much of his chakra he had wasted already. He began to attempt and stand up, instead he couldn’t, and ended up crawling for his Katana which was sheathed inside it’s scabbard. He picked it up, and re-attached it. He stood up, he tried to keep his balance at the same time. He had grown tired, and had quite the long walk down the stairs coming up. He began to walk on home, holding on to the railing so that he wouldn’t fall down the long flight of stairs. He had successfully mastered the technique known as Chidori, the quite loud assassination technique. He began to think on where he could use this in, and it dawned on him, a forest would be quite the perfect place. The birds there should be capable of hiding the noise of Chidori.



{1830 WC, 9 stats, 18 JP, Chidori Mastered. EXIT}

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