Family Bonding: Akari Clan style (Private)

The wooden rod him in the rib, pain exploding through his body, but he dared not flinch. He had to take the pain, accept it as a part of himself, and learn to ignore it. He was an Akari, a Light in the darkness, Kurayami no naka de hikari. He had to become strong, durable, and above all else, disciplined. His father had finally learned about his obsession with his hair, and had doubled the amount of training he was required to do.

Additionally, Hasashi was not allowed to wash his hair. It clung to his head in greasy clumps, he couldn’t look in a mirror without wanting to puke. But this was the price an Akari had to pay, he had to learn to accept that his hair could not be as he wanted it, he had to learn to endure having it messed up.

Another strike, this time a jab towards his exposed chest. The low send him stumbling backwards, but he managed to catch himself. Hasashi’s body was barely visible in the almost completely dark room, the only light stemming from a small bonfire outside. Even then, scars and bruises could be easily seen on the young teenagers exposed torso and arms. This was why he always covered his body, so that others would not know about his harsh training, and attempt to stop his father. He believed it was proper for him to be treated this way, he was not a person, but a weapon to be used by his clan.

Hasashi’s Konoha headband had been torn off of his forehead when his father decided it was time to train, and it was lying on the middle of the floor, the symbol of the leaf turned towards Hasashi. He could clearly see the symbols as the flames reflected off the metal, staring at it as his father dropped the rod, and began to beat Hasashi with his fists.

This continued for some time, before Hasashi finally collapsed from all of the pain. His entire body hurt, but nothing was broken. His father was good at that, making sure he didn’t inflict permanent damage while at the same time also causing a lot of pain.

“You’re improving. Sleep, tomorrow you will train more.” His father was not one for idle chatter, his own father was the head of the clan, forcing him to always be busy. He, and Hasashi, were the heirs, one day Hasashi’s father would be head, and then one day Hasashi himself would have to lead the clan. That was why his mother had been murdered, so his thoughts wouldn’t be ‘polluted’ with thoughts that might distract him from the goals of the clan.

Even though she died, her ideas remained. Hasashi reached out and grabbed the head band, his hand shaking as more pain rushed through his body. He held onto the headband as he simply remained on the ground, hardly able to move because of the pain. He tried not to breathe as much as possible, it hurt so badly.

TWC: 508

+2 health
+5 JP

Approved for the listed stats and JP.

Hasashi woke up early the next day, still feeling sore. His father forced him to eat something called Navio's, a cereal named after the Hokage. apparently, due to the ingredients, it would help him become stronger more easily. He ate slowly, his arms still sore form the beating he had received the other day. His dad waited quietly for him to finish, he said they woudl start out slowly this morning. He didn't want to destroy Hasashi's body, merely continuously damage it until Hasashi learned to endure.

When he was finished, Hasashi began his exercises by practicing his chakra control, walking up and down a tree using the surface walking technique. It was difficult becuase his legs hurt, but he managed to pull through. He knew this was the easy part though, and his training would only get worse.

TWC: 139 +100 (Navio's)= 239
1 chakra point
1 JP

Approved