Masuma's Training (P,NK)

Sat Apr 27, 2013 11:13 pm

Masuma was in bed in his dark cold room when his mother knocked on
the door. She asked “Honey
you should go outside. It is sunny and cool outside, and might be a good day to
train. You know you have to toughen up for the academy.” He rolled over
and did not answer. His mom kind of chuckled and knew how to get him up. She
said “You do
not want to fail the genin exams do you? You do not want those other kids
beating you do you?” This perked Masuma right up. He loved beating people
to a goal, and he would work hard or find a way to get to the top. This may be
by any means necessary, and sometimes he got a little too over competitive. He
dawned his black clothing as usual, this included: black muscle shirt, black
cargo shorts, and his black arm sleeve. He also strapped his heaven’s sorrow
ninjato on his back. He turned on his lights and squinted a little. He hated the
light, but he still appreciated it. He opened his door to find his mom smiling
and he asked “I thought you were supposed to be at
work mom?” His mother responded “Yes,
but I took the day off. I have some errands to run, and I personal days so I can
take the day off.” He scratches his head and smells something delicious.
His mother smiles and says “Yes
Masuma I cooked your favorite dish.” Masuma got very excited, besides
fighting; eating was his favorite thing to do. He stayed skinny, amazing
because he ate so much, but due to him training all the time he worked it all
off. They headed down the stairs and he found his favorite dish on the table.
It was barbeque pork ramen, and with extra barbeque pork. Masuma’s mouth was
drooling, and sat at the table along with his mother. He asked “I
guess dad is off working on his craftsmanship?” She chuckled and said
“You know your
father; always trying new things out.” Masuma sighed and figured as much.
He dug into the ramen and it tasted so good. His mother’s cooking was the best
he had ever had. This is when she was home, but on days she is not he goes out
and gets food for the house that he can cook. He filled his stomach, but not too
much for he was about to go train. His mother said “Good
luck in training son, and be back home before night.” Masuma responded
“Alright mother I will.” He walked out the door
closing it behind him and headed somewhere to train. He walked near the volcano,
and decided to train. There were trees and a river that he saw, and figured it
would be a lovely place. He sat down and stretched out his legs, his arms, his
back, and every other muscle he could. His muscles were warm now and ready to
go. He started jogging a bit around the grounds for about two miles, and then
started running. His muscles were machines and kept going, but he could feel the
lactic acid building up. His legs started hurting, but he was use to this. He
called this feeling “the wall,” because most people quit once the feeling keeps
going. He forced himself through the pain, and could feel his leg muscles
burning. He enjoyed this feeling for it was a feeling of progress. He ran for
about 3 miles, and started to slow down to a walk. He could feel the pain
intensify and just kept walking. Masuma ignored the pain as much as he could. He
jumped up onto a tree and started doing pull ups on a tree branch. He could feel
the pain and warming of his arm muscles though he was use to this. He made sure
to train a lot to be on top, and nothing would stop him. He kept thinking “I will not lose to all the others, and I will
make sure the ones who pick on me for being me get run into the ground.”
Yes Masuma had some friends, but he also had people who would bully him. This
did not help how much he wanted to hurt them. He wanted to dislocate their
shoulders and watch them suffer with a smile on his face. He could not do this
though because they only bullied him in the academy where they knew he would not
do anything. They stayed far away from him on the outside. The more Masuma
thought about it the more adrenaline pumped through his veins. The more he
wanted to fight, but all he could do was train. He forgot he was doing pull ups
until he noticed a little pain in his arm. He hopped down and started running
again. He ran double what he did last time with a one mile walk cool down. He
was huffing and puffing and was thirsty. He looked at the river that came
straight from the volcano. He smiled and went to take a drink. He thought “This water is coming off of the volcano side.
The heat would kill any and all bacteria.” He drank till he was
satisfied, and started jogging in place. If he were to stop moving he would get
lazy and just want to sit down. He leaped back up into a tree, but this time he
hung from his legs that were wrapped around a branch. He started doing sit ups,
and this was way more intense than just regular sit ups. You have all of your
body weight plus gravity working against you than a regular sit ups. He kept on
until he could feel a burning sensation in his abs. He stopped for a second then
continued on, and pushed passed the pain. He kept the kids that picked on him on
mind and that just kept a good supply of adrenaline in him. He hopped down
feeling all of his muscles burn, and it felt great to him. He stretched a bit,
and he could feel the anger knotting up. He felt it in his stomach just wanting
to be let out. His inner self was scary, and very hungry at points. He fought
all the time to keep himself calm. He unsheathed his ninjato and took a stance.
He aimed at a small tree and attacked. He sliced and slashed at the branches as
he went upward on the tree. He saw them each fall one by one until he got to the
top and jumped back down. His blade was sharp and he liked to keep it that way.
He was not done he dashed forward and cut down the small tree. Masuma cut the
small tree into logs as well as the branches. He sheathed his blade and started
piling them up out of the way. This was just so he could test his blade and if
anyone needed fire wood it would be there already. He was not too inconsiderate,
but he would like to use some if he came to train for days straight. He put on a
slight smile and stared into the water. He did not know much of any jutsu yet.
They are just now getting into it at the academy, and he really hates being
there. He thought to himself “That stuff
is so simple, and yet a lot of people cannot figure it out. Those bullies know
how to do it, but I can easily whip the floor with them.” He chuckled and
could not wait for sparring tomorrow. The more he thought about it the more the
adrenaline and urge to fight came back. He took off his ninjato and laid it on
the ground, and took his clothes off except for his boxers. He
dove into the river and started punching in at a controlled speed. This, in
turn, put more resistance in his punches and works his arm muscles out. This was
an old method of training and work very well. If you did train enough in water,
and your body got use to the resistance then it would make you faster. This is
what people did not understand, but it was there lose and more his gain. He
trained his punches to about a set of fifty, and started on his kicks. This is
what he had trouble with, but not because he could not do it. It was because of
the current that would knock him off balance so he had to be careful. He did
only twenty sets of these. Then he just floated around letting his body relax.
He then started swimming freestyle against the current. This worked all of his
muscles in his body. Swimming was the best workout anyone could do. He did not
want to get bulky because that would slow him down. He wanted muscle but lean
muscle. He wanted to be fast and quick so his opponents would not keep up. He
changed it up and started the butterfly. This really took its toll on the body,
but mainly his stomach area which was burning already. He stopped and started
doing a breast stroke. This was more relaxed and fun being under the clear water
watching the fish swim by. He came out of the water and got up on to land. His
purple hair soaked from the water and his abs apparent after his workout. He
sat there so he could dry off a little bit and thought “I
bet none of these others train like this. I will win the spar tomorrow.”
He chuckled a bit and on the inside he was laughing. He finally got dry,
and his muscles were throbbing as he stood up. He turned around to pick up his
clothes and saw a few girls staring at him. He smiled at them, they blushed and
ran off. He laughed again, and could feel his ego rising. He put all of his
clothes on and his ninjato firmly strapped to his back. He started walking home,
leaving the training grounds.

[1,694 words, + 8 stats, + 16 JP]
(Sorry if this came out weird im on a laptop atm)

Sat Apr 27, 2013 11:28 pm

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By the way, 6 more words and you could have gotten 17 JP

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