Inijo's Training Topic {Private, No Kill, IO}

Inijo sat on his bed, thinking. It had been a while since he has done enough proper training; lately he has been slightly lazy. He sighed, at the moment he was at the end of his bed, sitting up, thinking. He was thinking about how it’s been months since his brother has last been in Kumogakure, what had happened to him? Perhaps he’s dead, his family seems to have that fortune often. The rest of his family in Kumogakure died due to a fire, and more have died over in Sunagakure. He sighed, quite the bit of misfortune. Perhaps it was the curse of a village shinobi, he thought. Having to obey rules, perform their missions, and the likes. He was mainly focused on that, rather than training, though he released the foolish thoughts from his head and began to think. He has told no one of his opinion, who has he to tell, after all? With very few friends, and no family remaining, he often didn’t speak of his opinions aloud to others, instead he kept them in his thoughts, forever to be thought about and pondered over.



With a sigh, Inijo stood. He walked over to his closet, still wondering on how he would perform his training today. He slid open his closet door, as it was no ordinary door people often used for their front doors, the ones which pulled or pushed open. No, his slid open. He has seen a few with either slide open doors or pushing and pulling doors. He gazed at his options of what to wear for training, though couldn’t make up his mind from the multitude of colors and styles. He sighed, closing the door by sliding it shut. He decided to wait, then train later.


He walked towards the doorway which led to his hall-way. He was heading for the kitchen, though continuing to wonder about the life of a ‘weapon not wielded’, or a shinobi who is loyal to no village. But that was no concern to be worrying about quite yet. He was heading for his kitchen, touch he had to pass through his living room. When he entered, he noticed the sun was covered up. He noticed it due to his living room’s lighting being slightly more dimmed than the usual morning. There were semi-dark clouds covering the light blue sky. He sighed, apparently he couldn’t go outside and train today, it would seem as if he would need to stay indoors if he wanted to begin his training. He wandered over to his kitchen, which was barely separated from his living room. The only thing that really separated them was a counter made of stone. The top of the counter was smoothed down, and Inijo cleaned it often. Everything below that was rougher, however, besides the wooden shelves hidden on the inside of the stone counters.


He went over to his wooden cabinets. He opened the two doors on one, and grabbed out a single bowl from one doorway, and a tall, six foot glass from another. The glass was for orange juice, something Inijo rather enjoyed in the morning. The bowl was for his daily breakfast, and he wasn’t really interested in anything else, though may decide to have an extended breakfast due to the rain coming in. With a sigh, he moved to another cabinet. Upon opening it, he was a variety to choose from. Five different colorful boxes, five options. He pulled out a brown, goldish colored box. It was his favorite cereal brand. It contained bits of honey coated cereal, and had plenty of sugar to keep him up and energized. He poured it into his bowl, and began to head over to his fridge. Opening it, he saw a bit of milk remaining. He would need to go to the store when the storm passes by. He poured the remainder of the milk into the bowl, it was plenty enough. He through the cardboard carton in the trash can nearby, just across the room, which wasn’t really that far of a walk. He then walked for a small drawer in his counter, pulling it open, he viewed the collection within. There were spoons, forks, and a few different kinds fo knives used for cutting different things. One had a sharper edge, which was better for cutting roughed edge thing, another was a simply butter knife, and then.. a Kunai knife, never know when you might need one. He took out a spoon, and began to walk towards his bowl of cereal. He placed it in there, and walked for his open fridge once more. He pulled out a bottle, filled with an orange liquid. It was orange juice. He began to fill his clear glass up with the orange juice, nearly emptying the bottle, a little more than half way. He sighed, and put it away. He then walked back over, the bowl too filled to be carried over to his table, despite it being only a few feet away, about two meters, maybe three or four. But meh, he simply took the spoon and began to eat while standing up, bowl remaining on the counter top. He picked up spoon full after spoon full, until he had completely eaten the bits of honey coated cereal pieces. With a smile on his face, he prepared to finish off breakfast by sipping the milk from the bowl. This was his favorite part of the cereal brand, it always left a flavor Inijo always preferred from other tastes. When he finished, he released a small burp. He put the bowl in his sink, and filled it with water. He usually let his dishes wait until the end of the day. After that, when he has eaten all three main meals, and possibly dessert, he would rinse the dishes off, and clean them.



Inijo sighed, his hunger not yet satisfied. He pulled out a pan, to cook with. It was flat, a large, nice, rectangle. Perfect for biscuits to be placed upon, and baked finely in the oven. He put some biscuit dough on the pan, and then opened the oven’s door. He put the biscuits in, putting the cooking temperature at the appropriate degree as stated on the box he got the dough from. He then began to boil some water, with a mixture of other things suitable to create a nice form of gravy. He began to stir it enough, after a while, letting it sit and boil.



Inijo, as he allowed it to cook, to biscuits, and the gravy to boil. He went to his living room, and waited. He was thinking, as he gazed out of the large window which could show a majority of the outside. Flashes of light brightened the darkened sky, filled with the epic, raging storm clouds. He sighed, as a giant roar of rage filled his ears. Lightning had strike, somewhat nearby, by the sounds of it. He figured no one was harmed. He watched the storm rage on, as the tears of the god’s began to pour down. Of course, that was some folk’s opinions on why it rains. Other’s, more scientific folk stated it comes from evaporated water. Meh, he thought, as he began thinking about beginning his training. Should he begin with some simple exercises before his breakfast finished? Yes, indeed. Would probably be wise. He could get a nice simple start on his training, reenergize over breakfast, then begin to train once more. He started by jumping up, and then falling forward to the floor. He stopped himself by placing his two palms down flat on the ground, his face being a few inches from the floor, three, being exact. His feet, well, ankles were up in the air. The tips of his toes bent, and touched the floor, keeping his lower body up. He pushed his body upwards, towards the ceiling, then he allowed for his arms to ease him back down. He continued doing this for about twenty minutes, allowing his body to ease downwards and then force itself up using Inijo’s arms. After twenty minutes of doing so, he had completed a hundred push ups, or so.


After doing some simple exercises, the bell rang on his oven. His food was ready. He got up, and headed for his kitchen. As he passed by the cabinets, he opened a door, and pulled out a plate. He didn’t bother to shut the door after he dragged the plate out. He put the plate next to the oven, on the counter top. He then turned the heat for the oven off, both the burner and the inside. Both finished simultaneously, thankfully. He didn’t have to wait for the further continued breakfast.



He grabbed a towel and opened the door to his oven, and dragged out the flat pan the biscuits were baking upon. He placed it on top of the oven and the counter top next to it, not letting it knock around the pot the gravy was boiling in. After that, he placed his towel next to the sink, and went over to the cooling gravy. Before the heat was turned off it was bubbling, now it was just sitting. Perfect. He grabbed a few species from his cabinet, all it really was was pepper. He tilted the pepper shaker over, allowing it to pour some pepper, slowly, into the gravy. With his other hand he was slowly stirring, to avoid spilling the gravy, or knocking around the pot it was in. He stopped a few seconds after, and put away the pepper shaker. He took a large, wooden spoon, and put it in the pot with the gravy. He then took a few biscuits off it’s pan, and put them on his plate. Four in all. He began to cut them up, slowly. Steam rose in the air, not much steam, though. It came from the heat of the biscuits, they were still fresh. He smiled, as he picked the plate up. The biscuits were cut, and shreded, into nice little pieces, perfect for a small mouthful. He picked up the wooden spoon, gravy being scooped up by it. There was steam rising up from the gravy too, just like the biscuits. He poured the gravy over the biscuits, slowly, though. He allowed for it to spread. Spread over the biscuits. He dove the spoon into the gravy batch once more, scooping up another large spoonful. He dumped the gravy over his biscuits yet again. Allowing for the second layer to cover the previous, and any missed spots. He placed the spoon in the pot, and walked away. He grabbed a fork, then placed his plate upon the counter top. He began to eat. He took up three pieces at once, small pieces of course. It was a mouthful, the same size as biting into an apple. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of the gravy and biscuits combination. It was quite good. Steam continued to rise off from the combined food, though it wasn’t as hot as Inijo predicted.



After finishing his meal, he packed up the remainder of his meal. The remaining gravy in the pot was put into a small plastic bowl and stored in the fridge, the biscuits, put into a small container and in the fridge. He then walked back over to his living room, wanting to continue his simple exercises before the storm ends and his real training would begin..



{1900 words, more posts to come.}

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Inijo was sitting down on his couch, resting. He had just recently eaten his breakfast, in between cooking it and eating it, he was also exercising. He hadn’t yet began his training, though he would when the rain would finally stop. At the moment, the storm was raging. Not very surprising, seeing how bad storms get when this close to the sky and all. Seeing as Kumogakure is on mountains, it’s no surprise that the weather can be very severe. He sighed, as he heard lightning strike. It appeared that this storm wasn’t near stopping. He began to think, he would need to substitute for the physical training he had planned. Perhaps training in the utilization of chakra.. Yes, perhaps that would work. He stood up, off his pure white couch, and took in a breath. He then exhaled. He jumped backwards, landing on his wall. His feet were flat on the wall, though he would fall. Should he not take the extra pre cautions, anyways. Which he took. He stored chakra into the soles of his feet, and that allowed for him to stick onto the wall. He then took another backflip, and he landed on his ceiling this time. His feet were yet again flat on the ceiling. He took the precaution, and stuck to the ceiling just as he did the wall.


Inijo wasn’t going to be doing much in this ‘training session’, physically, anyways. He was simply going to be meditating in this ‘training session’, though he preferred not to call it as such. He didn’t really know what to call it, but most called it “spiritual guidance”, so, Inijo naturally went with that name. He began meditation by lifting one foot into the air. He placed the same leg over the leg still connected to the ceiling, his other thigh. He then stood on the tip toes, on the foot which is still on to the ceiling. He would need to concentrate, so he doesn’t fall off.




He began to take in deep breaths, exhaling and inhaling slowly. This would allow for slightly more concentration, he assumed. Most, when meditating, did this. He wasn’t quite sure why, he was no martial artist who does this kind of thing too often. He was simply a shinobi, who preferred long ranging Ninjutsu, well, technically he enjoyed any ranged ninjutsu. Though, being honest, far ranging Ninjutsu was better than most ranges, in his own opinion. This was mainly due to the fact that, when at a farther range, should your opponent not expect you - you could easily attack, sure, they’d have slight chance to dodge, though it was far sneakier, and should you be caught, you can run before they even know which direction the jutsu was from. Closer ranged Ninjutsu techniques gives your opponent the chance to attack you, meleely, of course. They could also have a friend, or trap, prepared. This was simply a few reasons he preferred longer ranged ninjutsu over melee styled ninjutsu.




He was silent, for about an hour. He was concentrating, thinking at the same time. He was thinking of the capabilities of using Wood Release, something which was known for among the Senju clan. His clan. It can be long ranged, and melee. It can be melee while at a long range. It was quite fun, indeed. He had only studied about it, though has come up with quite a few combinations himself. Though, he could never really use wood release. Or, at least he hasn’t shown capabilities yet. He was semi-depressed due to it, not being able to wield what his clan was famous for, while all his brothers, sisters, and relatives who possessed the Senju’s gift could. He nearly dropped. He then began to focus. He didn’t want to fall, with the way he is at the time, he would fall on his head without some quite maneuvering. Luckily he stayed on the ceiling, though.


{600 words, 3 stats, 6 JP.}

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