Hayato Training Sessions (P, IO)

Slate grey eyes glanced over the simple training field hidden deep inside one of the many towers of Tenkgakure no Sato the Village Hidden in the Skyscrapers. A hand brushed a strand of black hair out of the owner’s eyes tips brushing against long intricate white headpieces. He wore a white shitagi, a black kosode, a black hakama, a white hakama-himo, white tabi, and waraji giving him quite a traditional look this added a noble air to him. Hanging from his shoulders he wore a long white Haori with a pink cherry blossom design and around his neck a white silk scarf that looked incredibly expensive. He wore fingerless white tekkou which only cover the back of his hands. Hanging on his left hip was a Black hilted Ninjato with a dark blue pommel, The Tsuba forms down and widens into a hand guard some spikes lining down the middle of the guard. The length is three feet with a 6 six inch hilt.

The male slowly began his approach to one of the training posts placing his right hand upon the handle of his blade slowly beginning to draw it as he crouched low and show forward feeling a small increase to his speed as he closed in drawing the blade in a single swift delicate motion. The blade's edge struck the training post digging into it by an inch or less. He flicked his wrist raising the blade before bringing it down cutting the post again before bringing the blade up cutting the post again leaving two thin vertical cuts.

Hayato swung the blade to the right gripping it with both hands and swinging it form the right in a straight horizontal swing cutting through the training post again before thrusting with the tip piercing a inch deep into the post followed by pulling the Ninjato out readying into a second stance. He spun on his right heel he let his grip on the blade slip spinning around as he dropped his left hand flying past as he reached out grabbing with his right in a reverse grip and slashed at the post again slicing deep into it roughly two inches putting more force into the blow. He ripped the blade out setting back into a stance holding the blade in a reverse grip position. His eyes narrowed eying the post studying the small cuts he had left into its bark.

His hands gripped the handle harder, the material of his tekkou rubbing against the material of the blades handle as his fingers strained. He loosened his grip spinning it into a normal grip moving the blade in front of him pointing down the tool straight as he raised it to eye level his right eye glancing down the blunt side. He placed his left hand on the back and shot forward with his right leg thrusting with his right hand piercing the tip into the post three inches having used his left hand to push it forward and his right leg thrust with his right arm to add force behind the blow to cause the sword to impale further into the post. He pulled hard with all his might ripping the tip from the wood wiping a small bead of sweat from his forehead as small bits of wood chips fell to the ground lying around the wooden training post. Hayato breathed in before breathing out slowly and he sheathed his sword into its scabbard taking a step back. He placed his left foot forward facing the post with his left side right hand on the handle of the ninjato. Hayato brought his right leg forward pushing off with it drawing the blade as he shot forward at the post again bringing the blade across in a rising diagonal slash from the left up to the right cutting through the post.

Hayato took a few steps back flicking his wrist as the ninjato cleaved through the air hair hanging loosely around the male’s features. He wanted to train to the bone to graduate the academy quickly so he could learn his first element, next would be the step to chunin in order to learn his second element giving him two wind and water which would allow him to begin his training in his clan’s bloodline the Hyouton or ice release. The sword wielder academy student was a member of the Yuki clan from Kiri his folks had long since migrated to Tenkagakure, but he was eager to learn to utilise his clans element. He had ideas running through his mind for what to use, his first element would be wind to combine with his blade for a sword style he was designing in his head and once he learned to use the Hyouton he would create a sword style that revolved on fusing his Hyouton with his blade creating an ice based sword style.

The Academy student breathed out slowly calming his heart rate as he sheathed his blade to walk away from the post to a running track. He took his spot at the start stretching out his left leg bending his right knee nearly touching the ground with both hands on the floor. His eyes narrowed taking in a deep breath before launching forward. He dashed into a quick sprint moving his arms in motions with his legs breathing in rhythm with his movements keeping a solid pace. He turned around the corner going into another long dash coming up to the obstacle course. The student jumped leaping over a hurdled before falling into a forward summersault rolling under a large swinging log. He got to his feet and shot off as kunai launchers on both his sides loaded with rubber balls began to fire at him. He twisted his body as they flew at him bringing his sword keeping it sheathe using the scabbard to bat the balls to the side. He landed running off again as the two balls landed behind him bouncing high.

The ground before him split open causing him to jump through the air reaching out grabbing a rope. He swung from the rope up onto a five foot ledge. The ledge began to break apart forcing him to jump to the next ledge grabbing onto with both hands and swinging to the ground landing in a crouched position.

He rolled to the right avoiding a swinging log that nearly turned him into a crushed paste. He jumped up as a second came swinging from behind. He landed on the log using it to propel forward and jump into the air spinning with a somersault as he landed in a low crouch at the end of the obstacle course. Hayato slowly stood up brushing his hakama pants as he fixed his sword onto his left waist once more. His eyes surveyed the tower training field a bored expression growing on his calm features. Sighing he walked away from the course heading to a training dummy on a rotating platform that when one side was struck it would lash out with its right arm attacking the user. Hayato fell into the academy taijutsu stance and lashed with a right fist to the middle of the chest causing the dummy to sway backwards before lunging forward with both arms. He lifted both arms blocking with the outside before pushing the dummy arms to the side and struck with a twin open palm causing the dummy to fly back again before flying forward. Its body was on an angle throwing its left arm at him. Hayato ducked under the arm raising his right to push the left further to the right and pushed his left elbow into the dummies left face causing it to spin. The dummies right arm came around in a back spin. Hayato leaned back dodging the arm and shot up blocking the left arm as it swung around with his left forearm and brought his right palm up striking the dummy in the chin before grabbing it by the back of the head bringing it back as he jumped up shoving his right knee into the dummies face. He moved both legs to the side wrapping around the dummies neck and pushed forward shoving the dummy onto the ground subduing it.

Hayato stood up standing the training dummy up brushing his hands on the side of his hakama as he stood back in front of the dummy getting back into a stance. He spun on his left leg kicking with his right hitting the dummy in the right side of its face causing it to spin. He blocked the dummies right arm with his right shin before bringing his leg down hitting the dummy in the back of the head with his right heel in an axe kick sending it forward. His leg touched the ground and he shot forward slamming his right elbow pushing his left hand against his right fist forcing his elbow up planting it right into the middle of the dummies face before following up with a right back hand. His left hand lashed out grabbing the dummy with his fingers and pulled it forward down into his left knee before following up with a vicious punch into its middle section as the dummy flew back from the neck forcing it to fall over from the blow. Hayato pulled the dummy back onto its feet once more.

He stepped back placing a hand on his blade drawing it as the metal cut into the dummy causing it to spin as he ripped the blade out pulling it up to block the left arm. He flicked his wrist cutting into the arm with the blade as he slashed up before bringing it down cutting into the right arm as it swung around the tip of the blade cutting into the dummies chest. He ducked under the left arm again and thrust up with his sword the tip piercing into the dummies chest two inches only for it to be torn to the right slicing the dummies chest open slightly. He rolled back avoiding the left arm again then lunged thrusting with his sword again adding more force allowing the blade to pierce right through the chest followed by pulling to the left tearing the chest cavity open. He followed up by swinging the blade up then down cutting right into the dummies head slicing it open. His right leg came up as the foot kicked the dummies chest causing it to fall over on its light base.

Hayato glanced down at the downed dummy slowly turning away heading back to the training post with his sword. He brought his sword up holding it with both hands and took a step forward bringing it down as it cut into the post. He stepped back then forward again bringing the blade down in a basic kendo strike. He repeated in his mind single numbers counting from one up to thirty as the blade continually struck one single spot digging in deeper and deeper chipping off more wood each time with each strike of the blade. A bead of sweat poured down from his forehead as he placed the blade to his right. Hayato stepped forward swinging the blade up on a diagonal swing from the right slashing it across the chest before bringing it down from the left to the right. He continued this process counting silently in his head after each second swing allowing the blade to cleave through the post going in deeper. Once he hit thirty he reversed going on a diagonal swing from the left bottom to right top of the post creating a deep X shape in the post. The markings got deeper and deeper with each swing of the blade as more sweat dripped from Hayato’s face onto the ground as he began to pant slightly from the exercise. He let his blade slash again before his arms dropped to the side exhaustion beginning to take over as his muscles burnt from the constant repeating exercise.

The Yuki sheathed his blade wiping the sweat from his forehead and walked off ending his training for the day.

(WC: 2034)

Hayato slowly entered back into the single lone training field eying the post he had been using the day before after a good night’s rest. The markings from his blade still lingered as he eyed the ‘X’ mark that had formed in the post. Slowly approaching the wooden stump he withdrew his ninjato holding it in his right hand once in range he lifted it into the air and slashed down with one arm before slashing up counting it as one move before repeating the processing slashing down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up over and over again repeating it as the sound of metal cutting wood echoed in the tower. His eyes were fixed forward as he counted silently in his thoughts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven reaching up to fifty with the single arm before switching to his left and repeating slashing down then slashing up with his left in order to make the strength of both arms equal trying not to focus on just the one his most dominate being his right. With each two strikes he counted them as a single slash adding them up reaching ten as he continued on for what seemed like minutes as he reached fifty.

He switched back to his right and slashed cross ways right to left then slashed up then down repeating right horizontal, down, up, left horizontal, up, down, right horizontal, down, up, left horizontal, right horizontal, down, up, down, up throwing in different slashing styles each time to switch it up and change the pattern counting up to fifty before switching over to his left. He repeated the slashing with his left arm letting his right rest feeling his muscles ache slightly as he slashed over and over cutting into the wooden post sending wooden chips to the ground as they began to gather. He raised his left arm and slashed diagonally down then diagonally up back and forth over and over to increase his left arm strength counting higher and higher deciding to double the number of slashes to hundred. Time passed slowly as minutes flew past with the sound of each strike cutting the post deeper and deeper as the blade went in further. Once he reached one hundred he moved onto his right arm repeating the process to make an even ‘X’ shape into the post. He could feel his muscles straining slowly beginning to hurt as he slashed over and over repeating the process in order to train both arms equally.

Hayato breathed out as he finished his exercise sheathing the blade into its scabbard and taking a step back to admire his work. He had pretty much completely torn the training post apart as wooden chips covered the blade with deep gashes into the post showing where he had sliced into it. He settled into a fighting stance launching his right hand forward with an open palm strike hitting the middle of the post before striking with his left repeating again hitting the middle of the post multiple times with both open palms adding in a knee strike from either leg to mix it up. He wanted to honour his mother and father, his mother being a member of the Yuki clan while his father a Samurai and he wanted to become strong as a swordsman to honour his father and an Ice User to honour his mother so he would push himself to the limit. His hands struck faster grunting with each blow putting as much force as he could behind them. As ten minutes of non-stop palm strikes he slowly stepped back and started kicking with his right leg the shin connecting with the sliced post the sound of flesh striking wood echoing around him as he continued kicking with his right leg constantly counting each blow mentally. He placed his right foot on the ground then kicked even harder using as much force as he could with each blow his shin hurting slightly as he struck the same post each time. As he reached one hundred and fifty kicks he set his right leg down moving to his left and kicked with his other leg. He struck the same spot over and over hitting the post multiple times ignoring the pain in his right shin as he kicked with all his strength conditioning his mind to ignore any pain he was feeling in order to become stronger. The saying was no pain no gain.

Hayato set his left leg down panting slightly before closing his hands into fists and struck with his right fist then left fist reeling each fist before then struck with all his might. He gritted his teeth biting his lip from the pain trying his best to ignore it as he repeated the striking process again and again mixing each strike right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, right, left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right, right, left, left, left, right, right, right, left, left, left, right, right, right, left, left and left repeating the process each time feeling his skin bruising beneath his white fingerless tekkou as he began to lose feeling in his fingers from the constant striking. He stepped back breathing in then breathing out shaking his hands trying to get the blood to flow back to them as skin from his knuckles had torn off letting small droplets of blood fall to the ground as his gloves slowly stained, he would have to wash them tonight. He sighed out releasing another breath as he turned from the post deciding to head home once more. He was finished for today, he would start again tomorrow this time he would practice even harder pushing his body further to go up and beyond what he could. He if wanted to pass the Genin exams he would have to make sure he was as strong as he could be. He didn’t want to be weak when he became a genin, he didn’t want to have to rely on others to become strong, and he wanted to become strong all on his own with no help from anybody what so ever.

WC: 1041

Hayato approached the skyscraper training field again running his right hand through his hair his gloves had been washed over night to remove the blood from his training session yesterday in order to retain their white gleam. As he approached the training post again he took in the damage he had done, nearly having finished the weak wood training post. If he was attacking a stronger post he wouldn’t have done any damage at all to it what so ever. He drew his blade and lunged thrusting with the tip piercing the wood an inch deep before tearing it out and struck with a downward slash cutting into the wood again before bringing the blade up then with a diagonal slash from the left to the right before using a horizontal slash from the right. He slashed again going on a curving diagonal swing cutting into the training post before cutting down with another curving slash chipping into the wood once more. He breathed in then breathed out as he thrust his right arm forward pushing the tip into the wood before using his left hand to strike the end of the handle to push the blade in further shoving the tip in another inch pushing it in a total of two inches,

Hayato ripped the blade out swinging it to the right cutting more wood out. His left leg came up kicking with the shin as he added in more combos. He slashed down with his blade and used a left hand palm thrust into the training posts middle. He switched hands placing the blade into his left and swung cutting the down again as he slashed down then kicked with his right leg mixing with simple Kenjutsu and Taijutsu in order to create a more effective attack combo against the wooden post. He stepped back gripping the blade with both hands then stepped forth with his right and slashed down with all his might in a kendo slash again using what his father taught him as the blade cut into the wood nearly getting stuck. He stumbled back and lunged forth pushing his right knee into the post and struck with the butt of the handle. He landed and gripped the blade again with both hands slashing down cutting more wood chips off. The Yuki stepped back sheathing his blade beginning his walk home again. He was only making small training sessions but with large bursts of energy to strain his muscles as much as possible then rest briefly to let his muscles repair and grow stronger.

WC: 429

Hayato entered the training field heading to the running track to do a few warm up sprints. He took his pose hands on the ground left leg stretched out right leg bent his knee almost touching the ground. He counted to three in his head then shot forward in an instance with all his might running down the track in a small jog slowly getting faster as he went into a slow run then a full sprint. His arms moved with the rhythm of his legs left to right, right to left keeping his breathing settled and in rhythm with his running. His feet padded against the ground as he ran as fast as he could towards the end of the track. He pushed his speed up to the top breathing softly as he headed towards the end going into a slow run in order to go faster as he headed straight to the end of the track seeing it coming into view. A large log flew towards him causing him to roll forward as he entered the small obstacle course of the track. He jumped up as spikes shot up beneath him as he landed and shot forward as rubber balls were shot at him. He swerved around them and jumped over a hurdle rolling across the ground and over the final line. The student stood up heading home that his short run was now finished.

WC: 237

Hayato’s eyes narrowed as he headed back to the training tower he had been using for the past week. He was going to get back into his training again deciding to work on his sword skills once more with a few slashing exercises. Hayato opened the door to the training field as he approached the damaged post he had been beating and slicing up over the past few days, it would collapse nearly at any moment from all the damage he had been issuing to it. Hayato slowly drew his blade feeling the weapon empowering his body as he shot forward at a higher than normal speed slashing downwards with his right arm the blade cutting deep into the post. He swung his blade up the tip slicing back through the wood. He gripped the handle with both hands and slashed in a diagonal swing before slashing back up on a diagonal rising swing. He curved his blade making a circular slashing motion before slicing across from the right to the left with a horizontal swing. His raised the blade again slashing down with as much force as possible as the sharp edge cleaved in further hacking away at the wood of the training post.

Hayato took a step back re-angling the blade with the tip facing his left touching the floor. He swung the blade up on a diagonal slash from the bottom left to the top right cutting through the wooden post sending wooden chips sailing through the air. The Yuki slashed the bladed back down in a strong swing curving his blade slashing through the post with a curved cut. He swung back up cleaving through the training post increasing the speed of his swings down, up, right, left, down, up, right, left, diagonal up, diagonal down and repeating the process each time his blade continually cleaving through the post going in deeper and deeper. He didn’t let his attacks up letting his blade sail through the air as the edge nailed into the wood. He stepped back levelling his blade in front of him and thrusting letting the tip dig into the wood an inch. He pulled the blade out and thrust again with time with both hands letting it dig in another two inches. The yuki removed the blade flicking his wrist letting any wood chips fall to the ground from his blade as he slowly sheathed it back into the scabbard. Spinning on his heels the student left the fields returning home.

WC:418

Brushing a strand of hair aside Hayato entered back into the skyscraper tower training field in which would mark the fifth day of training inside it. He placed a hand on his ninjato slowly drawing it from his sheathe a bored look on his face as he headed towards the training post he had been using the metal glistening in the natural light that shined on through the surrounding windows as he took slow steps towards the beaten training post. The tip of his blade cut through the floor as he started to increase the speed of his walk before falling into a slow job then run as he charged the training post head on. He gripped the sword with both hands and once in range he swung the blade up on a diagonal curved swing the tip cleaving through the air as it dug into the wood sending chips through the air. He drew the blade up before slashing down tightening his muscles as the edge cut deeper into the torn training post. The post was cut up all over with chunks missing from the days he had been working on it with his blade. The Ninjato was raised once more before being brought down once more slicing into the post over and over.

Hayato took a single step back swapping hands gripping the blade with his left. The Yuki fell into a stance and swung the blade the edge swinging around from the left striking the post digging in before he swung up trying to push the blade on further through the post digging it into the wood. With a strong tug the ninjato was torn from the post as splinters fell behind it dropping and bouncing off the wooden floor without a sound. Hayato raised the Ninjato slashing down then slashed up cutting more chips off from the post swinging the blade with all his might. He followed up by kicking with his right leg the shin connecting with the wood as he kicked again followed up by a downward slash. His right hand struck forth in an open palm the material protecting his skin from the splinters. Pulling his arm back he swung up with the Ninjato slicing back into the wooden post cutting it up further before kicking once more. His shin connected with the post with a loud smack as he kicked again even harder. Placing his foot on the ground his left leg struck out as he tossed the Ninjato into his right hand slashing downwards. He swung the blade up on a curve leaving a curved gash in the wooden post.

Hayato flicked his wrist before swinging his arm horizontally cutting the post up even further slashing back to the right before slashing up on another curve leaving another gash in the wood. His left palm struck out smashing against the wooden post as he slammed the butt of the Ninjato’s handle into the middle of the post. His right knee struck up hitting the post chipping it slightly as he retracted the leg. The sword came down again before rising up in a secondary slash combo. He gripped the blade with both hands and began a rapid series of slash down, up, left, right, diagonal right, diagonal left and repeat slashing multiple times against the wooden post tearing it up further as wooden chips and splinters fell to the ground. The blade cleaved through the air chips falling around it before it was lifted into the air only to be swung down again the tip cleaving into the post. Hayato panted sheathing his blade and turned on his heel deciding to head home one again ending his training day.

WC: 618

Hayato sighed as he pushed the door to the training tower open walking in with a bored expression on his noble features a hand setting on his ninjato fingers curling around the handle. His feet padded against the floor as he approached the training post for the sixth day in a row. The blade clicked as he slowly withdrew it from it’s sheathe and charged forward holding the blade with both hands. Hayato slashed diagonally from the top right cutting down through the post to the left. He slashed straight up slicing through the wood as the tip dug deep. Pulling the blade from the wooden post he slashed down slicing more wooden chips off in an instant. His slate grey eyes were focused directly on the post as he began a rapid succession of sword slashes cutting through the wood rapidly as quickly as he good. The edge was freshly sharpened from last night allowing it to cut deeper into the wooden post as splinters and wood chips fell to the clean floor. Slashing up on a rising curve Hayato struck with his right leg the shin connecting with the wood followed by a loud smack sound from the impact of the blow.

Retracting his right leg he kicked with his left nailing it against the post again followed by a rapid series of left kicks and lastly a rising kick with his left foot hitting the top of the post. Letting his foot touch the ground the blade came down once more slicing through the post as usual. The blade dug in deep leaving a deep gash. The student’s muscles bulged as he ripped the blade out letting his legs spread apart falling into a low stance and thrust the sword forward using his right arm. The tip dug two inches into the post before being ripped out as Hayato spun on his right heel slashing from the left sending chips flying through the air. His left hand grabbed the handle and he slashed down on a diagonal slant cutting through the post again before slashing upwards leaving a deep gash running straight up through the post. He brought the blade back down through the gash he had just made deepening and widening the mark before ripping the blade out again. With a flick of his wrist Hayato slowly began sheathing his blade as a click signalled its return to the scabbard. Turning on his heels the Yuki member headed home for the day.

WC:416

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Approved, 5193= 25 stats and 51 jp.