Kizashi Domeki Training

*It was a cold morning as the young Kizashi awoke. He stumbled out of his bed as he moves about his room. Over the past few days he had killed a boar and a child. Something he took great care in doing. He wanted to try on something new. So while digging through the temples attic he found an old attire. As he lifted the box up and opened it he would begin to wear the clothing. His normal mesh armor was thrown aside as he puts on a strap over shoulder white flak jacket with no pockets. At the same time he found an older pair of forearm guards that were white as well. The exception was that these had a rather faded purple space between stems of white that made it look rather unique. He even found a pair of black pants with a white vine pattern over them. As he wore them they felt a bit loose but he did not care. He found an old shuriken holder with five kunai inside. As he straps this to his left inner thigh he also wears his shin guards that appear identical to the new forearm guards. With the blue sandals he again felt out of place wearing them. As he donned his white forehead protector he would find a small tanto under the clothes. He took it with his bow and set of arrows. He took a long walk down the main village stage and entered the mountains that over looked. He once heard a rumor of a former Jinchuriki having a shrine in the mountains. Though he didn’t really mind at all, once he entered the mouth all he carried about was his training. He heard of a jutsu that would make him the strongest ninja he wanted to be. In process he began to run along the trench of a mountain. While reaching a large pillar of rock he would place his two hands together forming the Ram seal. With his chakra focused to the soles of his feet he began to plant his left foot on the pillar. He never even attempted to walk up a now flat surface but today he was ready to train. As he slowly builds up speed along this twenty foot pillar of rock appearing to be ready to collapse he would run to the top then leap straight off and down into a ravine before turning and holding out his right arm having the hand grasping a small platform of earth. He moved his left arm out and squeezed it into a big enough crack. As he slowly begins to climb up the ravine, with his arms feeling heavy he wanted to quit time and time again. Though he didn’t because of the reward that this training would give him. Once at the top he looked straight down the ravine before taking a stroll down to the lower section of the first mountain. From above he would see several birds flying high in the sky. He would look rather dull full at them having his bow strummed with his arrow. He would take aim and release the butt of the arrow letting it soar high into the sky piercing the bird through the skull. As it falls to the ground and slowly dies from the impact. He walks over the bird lifting it up. He removes the arrow from the neck and throws the bird down the ravine he just climbed out of. With archery still in its prime he steps over to the passage to the second mountain. After the word from the Hokage about his team mate he slowly begins to wish he was a chuunin more than ever. Even a Jonin would be more fun than being a genin. He had a teacher that looked over him and truthfully he hated it. He was independent and hated emotion. With his members he would feel like killing them for smiling or laughing or any reason. He continued to picture the two in his mind. He though of all the ways they would be killed. He could accidently shoot her in the back of the head. Maybe they step on the seal and lose a limb. Maybe during the chuunin exams he just forgets about them and lets them starve. He would laugh inside though on the outside he was emotionless. He steps onto the stone of the next mountain having the thoughts of killing an animal on his mind. Maybe he would see a human and accidently kill them. He did not care at all as he continues to walk along the mountains base. Though he stops as he hears a cry from the mountain over. He turns slowly seeing a man who had a resemblance to boy he killed yesterday for the pranks he did. The man ran over the bridge and stopped just short of arms length from the young Kizashi. The man was very robust having a faint brown beard with thick eyebrows. He stood well over the ten year old though he did not seem to care. He even had a fairly deep voice as he laid claim of killing Kizashi for what he did to his son. All Kizashi would do was turn away and continue walking. It wasn’t until the man began to laugh at the memories he had with his child. At once Kizashi turns to face him having his eyes half opened. He held in his left hand the tanto he found under the wardrobe he was wearing. He told the man to leave before he got hurt, but the man did not seem to listen to reason. As he lunged at Kizashi, but not before Kizashi leaped back into a skid some ten feet further back. The man landed on the stone with a large thud and as he stood up Kizashi was already dashing forth having the left arm outstretched having the blade thrusting forth. The man rolled out of the way but did not avoid the next movement. The right leg outstretches as the knee bend having the knee striking the face of the man. Rather strongly the knee breaks the nose as well as allowing for a quick move with the left arm swing down into a descent having tip piercing through the base of the mans spine. From here he continues to stab the same stop again and again. The eyes of Kizashi were half closed as the thrusts pour down again and again. With no emotion in his eyes the cries of the man and the pleads for him to stop were ignored. Finally it all went silent having the tanto stuck in the spine. The blood of the man cascading down the side of the mountain, the blood even covering the face of Kizashi and his body. He did not seem to care as he pulled the tanto out. He then flipped the man on his back having the tanto thrusted down piercing through the left eye socket followed by the right and then the left and right lung. He continued to stab each vital organ and even went as far as slitting the through of the man. He walked along the base of the mountain he was one before stopping as he heard a scream from where the body was left. He went back but stopped having his head peering out the side of a wall. He saw a young woman most likely a student and her father wearing a kumogakure flak jacket. He seemed to be rather young for a Jonin so he assumed it being a chuunin rather young still no less than fifteen. He saw the woman’s emotion and the chuunin who seemed to be more in control of the of the emotions he would normally felt. He stepped out having his bow strummed and the tanto sheathed once more. He said hello as the two turn to him. The woman’s eyes tearing up as she gasped and the male would grab a kunai in his left hand. The two seemed to be rather in grief, but there was no way this man had three children and now all would be dead. He would say in his mind again and again. Though the possibility was true, as those two were his children, and right now they were both going to die. The boy was first as he dashed straight forth with the kunai ready to be thrusted at the male and with the left hand releasing the butt of the arrow it would be shot out aimed at the left eye socket, but the boy was to fast as he out moved having the arrow moved by just caressing the cheek. With the kunai now thrusted the bow is used as a shield having the kunai striking the base of the bow. With the right hand moving up the bows stem he would let the left fall down to sheath as he moves it out having the tanto unsheathed. The tanto is aligned with the side of the male and with one thrust pierces through the side. The pain on the boys face would amuse the young Kizashi as he moves the tanto’s blade around while still inside the boys body. As he pulls it out he would thrust it once more into the spine of the boy once more moving it around and around having the tip piercing through the front. It seemed to be at the solar plexus which is something unique to him. As he pulls the tanto out he walks about the base as the boy falls to the ground dead as a log. His blood pouring around the stone as it flows down the side of the mountain. Something he found amusing. He stares at the woman as she cries to herself. He lifts the tanto over head having it thrusting straight down piercing the top of her skull. The blood already flowing down her skull, to her jaw looking as though she were crying so greatly. He lifts the blade out from his skull and begins to walk away from the bodies, but not before hearing another crying sound echoing from the boy he just killed. A plead from him to Kizashi of their mother who their father killed a year ago. The crying of the boy was annoying to Kizashi so he steps over the boy before crouching. He opens his shuriken holster and takes out a tag before placing it on the crown of the boys head. “Have a nice dream because it’s you last.” As he steps away the tag explodes blowing off the head of the boy. It was finally quiet in the mountain as Kizashi walks around the mountain not finding anything to his liking to do. He stops though at a waterfall with a passage behind it. He steps over to it before sitting down in the middle of the flowing water. He legs crossed and his hands clapped together. For so long he wanted to be able to summon an animal. He thought of what animal he would have. He felt a weasel would be perfect. Not only a weasel but an elephant with armor. Something that would aid him in his futon nature. He would only look down into the water seeing him. He knew he was a monster but he didn’t seem to even care about what he was doing. He just killed a family in the past two days and he could care less. He only though of himself and what emotions were. He though of happiness and sadness something he knew nothing about. He didn’t feel happy about what he did nor did he feel sad about what he had just done. Did that mean he was a monster? Did that mean he was heartless? He knew he was not a monster as he looked human, and he was not heartless by the physical sense because he was living. Very well actually, as he even thought of his father. Which was not something he was used to doing. His father was very stricter with him than normal parents. Even if Kizashi was the future of his clan it did not mean he was an emotionless monster. He was more of an emotionless human who only cared about himself. He was empty inside with only the slightest emotion of lust in his blood. He thought of hurting people, and the pleasure they would give him. He thought of his clan and the thoughts of what he would do as the leader. The killing of countless people for having emotions. Kizashi finally stopped to think about a dream. He wanted to have a dream like everyone else. He finally care to a conclusion. He wanted to have emotions and become the Raikage. He stood up with the blood now washed off. He looked up and stepped away from the waterfall. He raised his right arm into the air with the hand clenched. “I will be Raikage.” He would say with a slight smile on his face. The first action of emotion he had ever shown before. He went off to the third mountain that was rumored to hold some mystical artifact guarded by a boar. Kizashi stepped before the base of the mountain with his bow strummed. He knew he would one day learn a ninjutsu to aid him. But it seemed he had begun a large deal of training in order to increase his endurance and other abilities. He walked around the mountain before reaching a set of stairs leading down the mountain to a gate. He followed down the gate to the gate before touching the frame. As he does so the gate opens showing a pair of red eyes. Standing before him was a giant Golem with a boar like face. Something he found disturbing seeing how he was expecting a boar to kill again. Though an earth golem was fine as well. He shot an arrow at it to watch it bounce off the exterior. Something he found annoying as hell. He ran at it before leaping moving his legs about to land on the golems skull. He felt something being absorbed from him, it was his own chakra which was new to him. He never heard of something that could absorb people’s chakra. He threw two tags on the nose as he leaped off allowing them to explode into a flurry of debris. He stood their as the Golem stepped forth swinging the right arm at the bow. Only for him to skid back letting it hit the ground. He ran under it throwing a tag on the left foot having it exploding a moment later. The foot was destroyed having the golem falling forward onto the ground. He ran onto it having his tanto unsheathed. He thrusts it down through the cracks of the stone as it now dies out from pain. This struck him as odd as a golem made of stone would not feel pain. Instead of bothering to look for the artifact because this was clearly not the all mighty protector. Instead he departed on search of becoming the Raikage.*

*In preparations of what shall occur on this grand day of his young life. Young Kizashi stood at the wake of the mountain. He stood straight up towards the foundation of several stones of earth. He stood there looking directly forth his eyes half opened. At this time he places his hands together forming no seals though he did use the clap to focus his nature into his core. It was at this time he rose his left arm up to his lips having the palm opened fully and fingers outstretched. His mouth opens widely having a release of his fuuton nature into the palm, as the fingers move slowly as though weaving it into a sphere of constantly spinning storm of his chakra. Once complete he steps back having his left arm swinging down, as he does so the sphere flows straight out moving at the relatively past pass. As it slams intot he pillar it would surely shatter into pieces as the velocity can pierce even the thickest of rock. Once down he takes a moment to regain his composer after using his first ninjutsu technique. As he calms himself down he squats having his legs shoulder length apart. He looked up having the sign of the three inch hole in the wake. He let out a sigh as he gets back up to his erect base having his left hand raised once more to his lips. The futon nature eases out having it thickening as his fingers slowly cascade the sphere into a larger meter large diameter. As he swings the arm down once more it flows through the air impacting the base of the stone pillar. This time however it causes a rupture causing the entire pillar to fall straight down. To ensure the ability to continue he lifts the heavy set bricks up and begins to stack them one at a time. After several minutes the pillar has returned and now the young Kizashi took aim at the top of the pillar. Though he felt like he needed more power behind it, in his mind he came up with a grand idea. He took his bow from his cylinder holder. Having the bow strummed without an arrow. His left hand was positioned next to his mouth having the palm opened the thumb holding the thread of the bow. As he exhales the futon nature into his palm his slowly kneads it into the sphere. Having the thread strummed back with the sphere leaning on it. As he releases the grip of his left hand the sphere is shot out at a greater speed allowing it to impact into the top of the pillar with great force. The end result causes it to collapse to the floor shattered into pieces.*

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Stats: Chakra + 1 Strength + 1