Prepping for the Future {P,IO,NK}

Ashie has been inside all day today, raining and thundering she would groan, it was so boring! She rolled onto her back and fold her hands neatly on her stomach as she looked at the ceiling. Nothing new, just an ordinary ceiling with the picture of a ancient Uchiha who once had led them into war with the Senju. Ashie would sigh and think about her clan's past. Ashie wasn't oblivious, she knew she looked similar to that one Head of the Uchiha. Ashie always grimaced when remembering what she had read about 'Madara Uchiha'. She did not want to turn people against each other, she did not want to be a cold hearted killer. Even though war is war, Ashie couldn't stand the thought of killing someone just because they had a certain opinion about the war. 'So young, skilled, lots of potential...to kill'

"No!" Ashie would shoot straight up sitting on her bed gasping, 'The voice...' She would think, 'Its getting worse!' She would fall back on her bed, what was happening to Ashie? Has the pressure about becoming the best ninja finally gotten to her? Maybe there was something more going on, should she go to the hospital tomorrow? 'No they'd probably think I'm crazy...' She would sigh once more running a shaky hand through her night-like locks. 'Perhaps I just need something to read, and maybe go for some training, some quality time to myself.' That's it, a nice book, or an informative book. Ashie did need to increase her knowledge about fighting since she fought hand to hand.

Looking over to her night stand next to her bed she would see the book she had bought at the store the other day. It was titled Human Body, "The Ultimate Machine" it looked like it would help Ashie realize where she could strike when using the gentle fist techniques. Letting her hand come out of her hair she would reach over with her left hand grabbing the edge of the book and with her right hand she would prop her pillow up against the wall behind her for comfort. Leaning her back against the pillow she would sit up and open up the book to the first page.

Interesting, Ashie would think to herself. The book looks like it explains to her where all the different pressure points are and what they can disable if hit correctly. Some causes the limb or area to become numb and others cause extreme pain or discomfort. Maybe Ashie should try it out, but she didn't want to try it on Samuru since their mother had a habit of spanking him with her gentle fist when he was being really bad. Giggling remembering him when he learned that Ashie could now preform the gentle fist techniques, he had yelped in pain and she had managed to even bruise his skin.

Ashie upon reading the last page would turn her head to look out of her window which was to the left of her on the wall. Looks like the rain had cleared up, it should be okay to try this in the rain. Grabbing her weapon pouch and buckling it around her hips along with her headband she'd slip on her normal shoes not wanting to get water on her leather boots. Running down the stairs and out the door Ashie would turn to close the door behind her patting the door before running off in the direction of the training field.

Passing many people on her way there she would activate her Masutaai, not wanting to zone out and bump into people. If Ashie could feel feared it would be when people realized she was the Hokage's child. Sighing she would hear the gossip circles and gasps as she walked through the populated village. It wasn't fair that she feels like a circus freak...why don't the Hyuuga's ever get this kind of attention? Quickening her walking pace her heart would begin to race, 'Poor girl, wouldn't you like it if they were dead instead?' Gasping Ashie would shake her head ignoring the voice, obviously Ashie wasn't that kind of girl, innocent and yet dangerous at the same time. She new of her lineage and realizes she can't always be like this. 'Hahaha! Silly girl, you can't ignore me! I am you.' She would grunt and bare a scowl earning yelps from people who almost would walk into her.

Finally getting to the training field she would look at the dummy that would be on a stake to help it stand as if it were an actual body for practice. Opening the book she would look down at the picture that shows every little point and then back up at the dummy. Putting the book in her weapon pouch she would get into her stance, holding one palm out in front of the other palm which is closer to her body for defense. Slowly she would move her pointer finger and middle finger to poke at the puppet in the center of the stomach, above the elbow, under the wrist, the spot between the neck and the shoulder and under the ribcage. Her movements would get faster and faster increasing the strength of her jabs until she couldn't feel her fingers. No point in concentrating your chakra since its a dummy. 'If it were a person you know the way to stop them for good.' Ashie would freeze, the voice had said that before, when she was made with her brother. Shanking her head once more she would now use her palm heavily thrusting them one after the other into different chakra points. 'The heart...' She would drawback her palm, "Shut up!" she would yell while thrusting her palm forward her palm going through the dummies chest where the heart would be.

Leaning against the dummy for support Ashie would pant her heart going a mile per minute. Waiting for the voice to continue its torture upon the girls mind she would try to calm herself down. Hearing the soothing silence Ashie would tug her arm until it fully came out of the dummies chest. Looking at the damage she could cause she would shudder, 'I'm not like him, I'm not him, I'm Ashie Auracle Uchiha and you can't tell me othewise! Daughter of the Hokage and possible heir to the Uchiha!' She would wait for a response, wiping her left hand against her forehead she would turn head towards the lake to do some jutsu practice. 'Impressive...just you wait girl, you will soon see...' She felt such rage pouring through her veins. Letting out a frustrated yell she would run onto the water focusing her chakra so she would fall in, she'd run to the center until her legs felt tired and would bend down and swipe her arm towards  the water, "Water senbon!" She would shout and swinging her arm out and four water senbons fly towards the other side of the lake. Panting she would growl to herself feeling angry, "I'm no murderer...and a voice can't show me anything!" She would yell. Perhaps her body was just stressed out and this was its way of telling her to take some time off. 'The Hokage's child never takes a day off!' She would smile to herself knowing what she is capable of. She was capable of tremendous powers, her eyes can let anyone see anything and even make them believe that it was real. She would scoff and preform her hands signs cafrefully making sure they were correct before shouting, "Water Prison!" Thrusting her arm out in front of her the water would shoot up and begin to for a spherical water prison, which in order to keep its form her hand must be inside it at all times. Tugging her hand out she would let the water pour back into the lake below her. Trapping someone in that could always be useful in a mission. Once all the water has gone back she would  walk off of the lake and towards her tree where she had strapped padding to it so she can hit it without hurting her hands.

Going over she would practice her combos, both sixty-four and one hundred and twenty-eight palms. She would practice just hitting the pad with her palms in different positions of the mat, harder and harder, faster and faster counting along with her hits. She had read somewhere about a ninja who trained like this in the Hyuuga clan. All this would remind Ashie of her mother and would instantly become home sick. She missed Asgard a lot. Being able to make your own images to whatever you please. Ashie even made an imaginary friend when her siblings didn't feel like playing. Perhaps after exams and a couple missions they could go back and visit their mother. Feeling her palms start to hurt she would slow down and soften her hits, she didn't want to go home just yet. Ashie needed to perfect everything. Especially to make sure she can get her worthy title of Chuunin. Her father would sure to be proud of her, why wouldn't he? Hitting the mat one more time Ashie would see that there is a red hand print on the mat. Stopping she would look at her hands, her left one was bloodied with a small cut going across the palm diagonally. Wincing the would reach into her pouch and pull out some bandaging and wrap half a meter onto the wounded area. This leaving her with nine and a half meters to use late she would stuff the roll back into her pouch. Flexing her hands and wrists just to make sure nothing was broken Ashie would think, 'How many Hyuuga's have done this before? Train until their hands bleed and even still, I bet they would keep going.' But Ashie is glad she stopped to care for herself, it would be bad if the would was left unattended and got infected.

Deciding that enough was enough she would turn and start to walk home on her own. Letting her thoughts plague her once more, 'Would father still be proud knowing that I hear these things?' probably not, but that's all that Ashie ever wanted. To be proud of, to know that she is doing good. That she is strong, and to receive pats on the head! Ashie loved it whenever her father ruffled her hair. It made Ashie feel better about being the youngest of her siblings. Knowing full well that her chances of becoming either the successor or the hokage was very very low. Once again walking through the village she could hear gasps and whispers. It was so bothersome! Ashie never gossips about anyone else in the village! So why do people have to gossip about her? Or her family? It angered Ashie she turned toward the gossiping crowed her Masutaii blazing with anger. The villagers would gasp and break up their circles before things got ugly. People are so mean sometimes, and rude! Ashie upon reaching her house would feel exhausted, she has to deal with this annoying voice in her head. Hopefully someday she can learn to fully ignore the little pest. Grabbing an apple from the bowl she would sit on the couch pulling out her book from her pouch to read as she munches on her apple. After a couple minutes or so ashie would be left with just the apple core and seeds. Closing her book she would set it on the table and go into the kitchen to throw away the apple core. Stretching her weary body she would walk out of the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs where her room is. Walking into her room she would go over to her dresser and open the draw, pulling out some nice soft nightwear for the evening. Getting out of her training clothes and into her pjs Ashie would climb into bed and turn off her lamp before letting her eyes close and letting sleep take over her mind.
{Exit via sleep, Closed Topic}
{2034 wc for 10 stats and 20 JP}
{Ashie now knows all the pressure points of the human body}

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