Kenshin's acceleration

Kenshin slowly entered the training grounds from a small dirt path, moving through a light forest that seperated it from this place. With each step the leaves crumpled under his heavy foor steps crackling loudly, carrying the noise quite the distance before dispursing. He was wearing his usual attair a black, high collared short sleeve shirt, bandages wrapped around both forearms tightly, white pants and the sandles nearly all shinobi wear along with his black cloak which displayed the Uchiha clan symbol across the back. There was something different about him however, he has something tied around his head, it was the headband of a shinobi of the hidden leaf village. He was a genin now, and he was here to preform every genins responsibility. He was here to train and become as powerful as possible. Walking with his back straight and his head held high, it was obvious Kenshin felt proud of himself for his accomplishment of becoming a gennin and he showed it well. He was a rather large teenage, in fact he dwarfed some of the smaller adult males of the village and his muscular physique supported the fact that he was born with incredible genes. His eyes showed nothing but displeasure with his surroundings, as they always did, he judged everything and everyone very carefully, he was a critical young man who did not care much for eye soars such as this place.

His surroundings were of course not of the highest standards, the trees that surrounded the circular training grounds were as black as ash from the many jutsu that their bark had been exposed to over the years. Moving forward still, Kenshin would reach the center of the training grounds and sigh heavily, the wind blew and brushed his hair to the side, his black cloak rippled slightly and clinged to his lower thigh. It was a nice day to preform some exercise, oddly enough it seemed like a perfect day. The temperature was warm with a slight breeze and the grass was green and crisp from the nice rains Konoha recieved of a regular bases. The day was right for the taking, nothing could stop Kenshin from training as long as he wanted to gain the immense power he had always wanted from childhood.

Bending his knees and lowering his hips he preformed a single hand seal, a cloud of smoke erupted to his right and left. Two perfect clones had been created for him to spar with, of course they were not solid and if contact was made he would feel nothing and they would explode into smoke just as they did when they arrived. This explosion would be the way he knew he has been struck and how he would know he failed. Both clones turned to him and threw jabs towards his face at the same instant. Dropping even lower, his knees now bent as far as they could go the seperate punches would miss and pass over top of Kenshin's head. To continue the spar, the clone to his left would drop down as low as Kenshin himself and begin spinning around rapidly. Extending it's right leg outwards it intended to sweep him off of his feet, the clone to his right would bring it's arm that it had used to punch back to it's side as it used it's free arm to punch downwards at Kenshin to hit him on the top of the head.

Kenshin had to react fast, he jetted off of his heels and sprung forward in a leap, this allowed his feet to get high enough to avoid the clone to his left and move from the position he was at to avoid the strike coming from the clone to his right. Both clones would miss and Kenshin himself would hit the ground and roll forward, gaining a distance of exactly three meters from both clones he would spin on the tips of his toes and face the clones with a small smirk. He knew he had the edge on both of these clones, they may know his fighting style perfectly, but afterall, he knew it as well and only needed to make slight changes in his patterns to be able to avoid them. Both clones looked at him and back at each other before sprinting towards him, one going behind the other with each stride. Closing the gap with a small interval of time they both struck at Kenshin with their right fist. As they did this, Kenshin bent over backwards to avoid each punch and place his hands on the ground for leverage to allow him the chance to force himself into a somersault and land a few feet away from each clone.

Taking his chance he turned around and began to run away from them, with them quickly following behind he knew they were eager to attack him once again. Of course they were, he wanted them to be that way when he created them, relentless assault, one of the most difficult strategies to deal with, especially when your opponents are equal in power and out number you. They were unable to close the distance between themselves and Kenshin until he began slowing down. They used this opportunity to strike at his back with their fists in rapid succession. Kenshin expected such and simply dropped downwards, bringing his legs forwards to begin sliding across the ground allowing them both to pass directly past him on either side as their punches carried them forward and past. At the moment they were at his sides however he would reach over his right shoulder with his right hand to grip the hilt of his katana and unsheath it and quickly swipe to his right side. This caused the blade to collide with the clone on his right and as the momentum of the swing carried him he would up and onto his knees and continue to turn and eventually face the clone on his left, carrying the swipe into it's back.

Both clones exploded into large clouds of smoke which began being carried off into the breeze and dispursing. It became obvious to Kenshin that training this way would not bring him much experience and it would be best if he simply stopped and rested for now. Slowly bringing his katana back over his shoulder he would sheathe it on his back once again. With a deep breath he began walking towards the dirt path he had entered the training grounds on. He walked through the path with a canope that hung over it, giving shade to Kenshin and as he walked he slowly closed his eyes, bringing his left hand over his face and spreading his fingers apart to cover nearly all of it but his right eye. Opening up the eye very quickly, his iris had changed to a crimson red and two tomoe spun around his pupil slowly before stopping in the bottom right and top left corner of each of his eyes. Slowly, he continued onwards, down the path to enter the main section of the village again, it was becoming more prominent that he believed his powers were growing rapidly and he may surpass the other genin soon.

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Kenshin would slowly step out from the thick brush which surrounded the konohagakure training grounds. With a quick glance around at the surrounding training equipment and abundance of foliage scattered upon the dirt. Stepping in deep to the area the leaves would crackle as each of his feet slowly shuffled forward. coming to an abrupt stop in the center of the field he would gaze around for another moment before walking over to a small pile of gear where he would find several mechanisms and targets as well as a total of six kunai to be used for practice. Setting up the large slingshot like mechanisms in varying positions surrounding the center of the field he would then proceed to place circular wooden targets on various trees and even one behind a rather large rock formation. Seeing that he had placed all of the equipment appropriately he would step into the center of the area that all of the slingshot mechanisms were pointed towards. Slowly reach towards his hip with his right hand he would reach slightly behind his back to grip the hilt of his katana to quickly unsheathe it, the metal the blade was composed of gleaming brightly in the day light. His onyx black iris would slowly shift in color to that of a crimson red as two black tomoe emerged from his pupil diagonal from each other. With nothing more than a flick of his wrist he would toss the katana across the field like a dart to strike a thin wire which was attached to each of the slingshots and thus released a total of twelve shuriken from various angles surrounding him. His eyes flicking back and forth to target as many shuriken as possible in the smallest margin of time would allow him to quickly raise his right hand to catch two of the shuriken by inserting his middle and index finger in the hole at the center of every shuriken to stop them from striking his body. The projectiles being launched at varying distances would arrive at different timings and allow Kenshin to quickly turn and throw the two shuriken he had caught on his fingers at separate shuriken coming from behind him to deflect them. His eyes still rolling around in various directions to help spot the incoming projectiles allowing him to focus his chakra into his feet as he crouched downwards and sprang upwards while releasing the chakra for a burst of speed and thus dodge the remaining shuriken in the single precise movement. Now in mid air he would reach into a small pouch held firmly onto his lower back to retrieve the six kunai he had obtained earlier, a total of three held in each of his hands. Slowly spinning within the air he would quickly release two kunai from each hand which would easily and quickly strike the center of the targets he had placed on the trees. Quickly contorting his body he would flip upside down where he would then toss his two remaining kunai. Passing just above the rock formation the kunai would clash with a loud ching representing the steel hitting with a large amount of force, one of the kunai taking a nose dive and striking the target hid behind the rocks while the other would be deflected into hitting another target pinned to a nearby tree. Landing on the ground with a soft thud Kenshin would exhale a large quantity of air before his head would quickly jerk back to avoid the final shuriken that was specifically placed to lag behind all of the others as a final test of his reflexes. A small smirk forming on his face he would slowly walk to retrieve his katana from a far of tree that it had stuck into after cutting the wire. Sheathing the blade in its scabbard he would slowly walk back to the center of the field as he had much more to do at this time than just that short training session.


Calming himself he would begin to control his breathing before quickly raising his leg at a visualized opponent who was assaulting him from the front. Spinning on his heel he would turn to smash his heel into the face of this pretend enemy before, while still spinning grip the hilt of his katana to quickly flick it towards the ground where he visualized his opponent. Focusing his chakra throughout his body he would energize himself with it to burst forward at impressive speeds to quickly rip the katana from the earth and drag it along the ground. Moving towards the near by trees he would raise his blade as he passed by to send a swift chop at the trunk which caused a large gash to form on its surface. Stopping the flow of chakra throughout his body he would leap into the air to preform several flips and spin as he lashed out with his katana at any trees within his range. His sharingan allowing him much faster reaction time to the obstacles around him he effortlessly weaved his way from tree to trre without once touching the ground, only using slight nudges and pushes to bring himself to his next target. Landing soflty on the ground after passing by several dozens trees his sword would have been released from his hand, quickly flipping through the air only to be caught on its hilt within Kenshin's mouth. Grinding his teeth against the hilt for a tight grip he manuvered his hands infront of himself as if blocking incoming blows from an opponent while quickly whipping his head back and forth to simulate him slashing at the enemy with the katana which was held firmly in place within his jaws. Releasing the katana from his mouth it would slowly drop towards the ground where Kenshin would catch it within his right hand, quickly sheathing it in its scabbard held loosely on his lower back so that the hilt only slightly pocked out from behind him on his right side. A small frown on his face would be present as he did not enjoy the amount of effort he actually had to put into that short session, his fatigue now evident with slightly faster breaths escaping his lungs.

Slowly shutting his eyes he would begin focusing for a short while, kneading his chakra carefully within his lower abdomen. His eyes bursting open with the crimson hue of his sharingan he would quickly form several handseals before cocking his head back to inhale a large amount of oxygen. Raising his right hand to form an O with his thumb and index finger just inches from his lips as he released a large culmination of red hot flames bursting forth to burn the landscape in front of Kenshin. The flames would continue for several seconds before he would stop leaving a rather large area in front of him charred black from the heat. Another smirk coming across his face he would quickly form the same set of handseals before exhaling the same torrent of flames as before, quickly stretching across the field it would leave nothing but ash in its wake. Heavy breaths now coming from Kenshin he would slowly lean forward into a more slouched posture as he was noticeably fatigued from the usage of his sharingan as well as the use of two fireball jutsu. Knowing he could not continue this training much longer he would slowly drop to a single knee, begging his body not to give out on him in the midst of his training. A feeling of shame would overtake his previous happy attitude, realizing just how easily he was put in such a fatigued state and just how weak he actually was. Acknowledging that he could not even keep up with his younger brother Kenzo despite the vast age difference between themselves he could do nothing more but be overcome with a torrent of self loathing. He knew somehow in the back of his mind that he was not strong enough, that he would never be on par with his father or Kenzo as long as he remained the way he was. Slowly leaning back he would sit on his knees, glaring into the sky for several seconds before something snapped, he found himself remembering how he had relied on his sharingan for so many occasions, almost using it to fight his battles for him. Realization passed over him as he understood that the uchiha clans one true power was their visual prowess, and at this moment of reliance upon his eyes for power the tomoe in his eyes would slowly shift to the bottom corners of his eye as a final tomoe emerged directly above the pupil. A bird quickly passed over Kenshin and its movements were as clear as anything he had ever seen before, seemingly laid out for him to interpret with his unwavering visual abilities. A new and fully matured sharingan had presented itself in Kenshin, a power he would simply not allow to go to waste. Standing up slowly he would shuffle his way to the exit of the training grounds, his sharingan activated his entire way home as if adjusting to his new and much more powerful vision. Stumbling into his home he would remove his shoes and make his way into his room where he would lay down to rest, slowly shutting his eyes after the crimson hues faded from his eyes. The image of Kenzo emerging in his mind one final time before he fell asleep he hoped that he would never be out done by the boy ever again.

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Kenshin walked through the thick brush which surrounded his usual training spot he would let out a soft sigh as he thought of the actions he may perform here in order to strengthen himself. Stepping into the center of the field as the leaves rustled in the tree tops and the morning dew soaked his bare feet as he had rushed out without putting his shoes on. The sun hung low in the sky as clouds rolled overhead casting a dark shadow over the boys frame he would sit down in the tall grass as the leaves on the ground crunched under his body mass. Deciding upon training his chakra he would slowly reach to his left to pick up a single leaf from the ground and place it on his forehead. Focusing his chakra into the spot the leaf was connected to in a similar manner to how he used his chakra to walk on water or vertical structures he would connect the leaf to himself. Releasing his hand all sound seemed to abruptly stop through the field, as if everything was aligned specifically so he could focus. Sitting there for several minutes a small drop of sweat would slowly roll down his cheek and drip from his chin, landing in his lap without a single sound being made. It was becoming obvious that holding the leaf in place for such an extended period of time was much more difficult than one would expect as his chakra was not nearly powerful enough to keep up such a feat for anything more than possibly ten minutes. Realizing this he thought it more helpful to himself to actually challenge his body and by focusing more chakra into his forehead he would force the leaf more tightly against his skin. As Kenshin continued this for several more minutes the leaf had been pulled so tightly that it had begun creating a large red mark on his somewhat pale skin. The sweat from earlier seemed only to accumulate as it had begun streaming down both sides of his face to stop at his chin, meld together and fall in large droplets either onto the ground or his lap. Deciding to push his test of concentration even further he would continue to focus his chakra within his forehead while also bringing his hands to chest level to form several hand seals as he inhaled a large volume of air and formed a ring just inches from his lips with his thumb and index finger. Releasing the accumulated air in his lungs he would begin blowing out a stream of flames which emerged in a cone like shape and scorched the grass in front of him. The flames soon ending he would witness the charred landscape sprouting out for exactly three meters in length and three meters in width at it greatest. A smirk on his face would arise as he began forming hand seals once again inhaling an even larger amount of oxygen, forming the same ring in front of his lips he would exhale a much larger amount of flames which would form into a large sphere of flames spanning two meters and diameter, traveling exactly twenty meters before it would burn out, leaving a desolate trail of scorched earth and flames.


Not yet wanting to end his training Kenshin would slowly stand from his position he would slowly reach behind his back to grip the hilt of his katana with his right hand. Unsheathing the sword slowly in a reverse grip a soft click could be heard as the blade completely exited the scabbard, the wind slowly blowing his hair to the side causing his cloak to slowly ripple along with it. Using his left hand he would grab hold of the cloaks collar and rip it away from his body, quickly tossing it to the side to reveal a high collared short sleeved shirt and long black pants taped around the ankles and a large pouch strapped tightly to his lower back. This was the first time he had removed his cloak during training and truly was a testament to how seriously he was taking this. With a small smirk forming on his face his iris would quickly turn a crimson red as three tomoe emerged from his pupil to form the distinct pattern of a mature sharingan. The leaf still firmly held to his forehead with his chakra he would toss his katana high into the air as he quickly formed a single hand seal and in an instant to clouds of smoke would erupt from both sides of him. Using the same taijutsu training tactic as before he would grip his blade once again in his right hand as it fell back towards the ground. The two clones would quickly send a punch towards both sides of his face which would be easily avoided by a simple duck from Kenshin. The clones obviously not being solid would simply explode into a cloud of smoke on contact with anything and Kenshin planned to use this to his advantage, using the eruption of smoke to identify if he has been hit by either of the clones or if he hit them. Waiting for the clones next action the would both send swift kicks to Kenshin's back to witch he would quickly stab his katana into the ground and use his grip on it to quickly lift himself into the air and out of the way of both strikes. Pulling the sword from the ground in the air he would quickly spin his body around with great force as he brought both legs out to each side to send each of his heels into one of the clone's faces. Instantly the clones would erupt into a cloud of smoke indicating that he had struck both of them and with a grin on his face he would contort his body once again to land flat on his feet. Not only had he showed great agility but also tremendous reflexes to the combines attacks of the clones, showing that his sharingan had grown in power greatly ever since it had fully matured. Now having finished his training Kenshin would simply stop focusing his chakra within his forehead allowing the leaf to slowly drift to the ground. His sharingan slowly fading from his eyes he would begin exiting the field after sheathing his katana. Walking all the way home he would enter the house and begin cooking himself breakfast, something he had completely neglected before he went out in the morning for training. Boiling several eggs and grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge he would sit at the table and begin eating. Unable to help himself a grin slowly formed upon his lips as he thought about how proud his father would be of him, having unlocked the sharingan at such a young age compared to most members of the clan and mastering it as well. All that was left for Kenshin to do was master all forms of techniques that required the sharingan and thus fully unleash the power of his visual prowess and possibly match what his father was once capable of before his untimely death. Standing from the table he would walk to the sink and wash his hands as he continued out the door to continue on with his day.

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Kenshin would slowly enter the training grounds just as he did so often these days. His long cloak draped over his shoulder he slowly shuffled to the center of the training grounds. His long black hair stretching down to his shoulders in the back and his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows as well as framing both sides of his face hanging down to his chin. Knowing fully that this cloak would only get in the way during training he would quickly grip its collar and pull it from his body to throw it off to the side so that nothing would happen to it. As he did this the attire that was underneath the cloak could now be seen, a short sleeved shirt with a high collar as well as arms bandaged from elbow to wrist. He work long white pants and the formal black sandals of shinobi and a katana sheathed behind his back slightly poking out from behind him to the right his eyes their usual onyx black he seemed to just stare out into the field before him as if caught in a daze. Quickly shaking his head his hair seemed to catch the light of the setting sun and shine slightly as the black locks swung back and forth with his head. Digging through a pile of equipment that was left out for the use of training shinobi he would grab exactly eight small mechanisms that held two kunai in a ballista type fashion. Quickly setting these machines up in varying spots surrounding the center of the training grounds. Walking into the forest Kenshin would stay within for nearly a total of twenty minutes before returning to the clearing and quickly walk back to his position where he would stand and wait.


His eyes shut Kenshin would stand in pure concentration for a few moments before his eyes flashed open, his iris having turned crimson and the three tomoe already in position around his pupil he would reach behind his back to dig into a large pouch with his left hand. Pulling a single kunai from the contents of the pouch he would toss it directly at a small almost translucent wire which when released fired off the kunai held within the small ballista mechanisms. A total of sixteen projectiles Kenshin would easily be able to follow he gripped the hilt of his katana quickly pulling it from its scabbard in a reverse grip to block two kunai that came from his right side. His head quickly swiveling to the left and right he would mark each and every kunai that jutted towards him estimating their times of arrival all within a fraction of a second showing the true prowess he held with his sharingan eyes. Leaning back only a few inches he would easily avoid two more kunai that passed directly infront of his chest nearly slicing his shirt wide open as they went by. Continuing his movements he quickly raised his katana to begin deflecting several more kunai as he stepped to the left without even glancing back to easily avoid four incoming blades. Swiping his katana towards more incoming kunai he would quickly leap back, disappearing into the brush of the surrounding forest as a total of two remaining kunai entered after him. Sheathing his katana within its scabbard he simply raised his hands to grip the incoming kunai by their hilts to stop them. It was at this moment that Kenshin quickly tossed one of his caught kunai into a nearby bush where yet another wire was placed cutting it away from the surprise it held in place. At a tremendous speed a very large tree trunk would swoop down from the trees above aiming directly for Kenshin.


Instantly Kenshin would reach into the pouch strapped to his lower back to grip yet another kunai to quickly toss at the center of the tree that swung towards him. Hitting the bark with a thump a loud sizzle could be heard as there was a single explosive tag wrapped around the hilt of the kunai exploding into a fire ball of destruction. Holding enough power to easily turn the entire trunk into wood chips Kenshin would quickly raise the second kunai he had caught earlier in his left hand to begin blocking the larger debris which came his way that could possibly pierce his skin. It was after this moment that Kenshin quickly turn to throw the kunai that remained in his left hand towards a nearby bush causing a loud sound of clashing metal to ring out showing that he had deflected yet another projectile before it could even come close to harming him. Continuing forward Kenshin would arrive in a separate clearing with a single rock in its center with various circular target rigged up along the surrounding trees. Leaping into the air Kenshin would quickly reach within the pouch behind his back to pull out a total of four shuriken all held between the fingers of his left hand and two kunai held between his ring, middle and index fingers. Slowly spinning within the air he would quickly release all four shuriken from his left hand which would easily and quickly strike the center of the targets he had placed on the trees. Quickly contorting his body he would flip upside down where he would then toss his two remaining kunai. Passing just above the rock formation the kunai would clash with a loud ching representing the steel hitting with a large amount of force, one of the kunai taking a nose dive and striking the target hid behind the rocks while the other would be deflected into hitting another target pinned to a nearby tree.


Unsheathing his katana yet again as he hit the ground with a light thud he would take off into the nearby trees. Kenshin would leap backwards performing a single flip to land horizontal with the ground, his feet placed firmly against the bark of a tree only being held there by chakra that he focused into the soles of his feet. His onyx black eyes stared blankly at the ground beneath him. With a quick jolt of chakra through his entire body he would energize himself to move at much higher speeds than he had been previously capable of and in one swift movement passed along several trees to stop exactly ten meters passed them. A smirk on his face would appear as he quickly gripped his sheath with his left hand and brought it to chest height where he quickly inserted the blade of his katana and sheathed it with a loud click emitting through the training grounds. At the same moment this click echoed through the tree it would seem as though the bark on several dozen trees ripped open and splinters shot out in several directions showing the immense speed at which Kenshin had cut the trees and without being at least near Kenshin's own level of prowess it was unlikely that somebody could follow the movements that he had just proceeded with. Continuing forward he would leap into the air throwing his katana straight at a nearby tree to pierce its trunk as he slowly drifted downwards to plant his feet on its hilt to keep him off the ground. Bouncing backwards he would perform a single flip before hitting the ground he would let out a deep sigh as he reached out to pull his katana from the tree to sheath it.


Now knowing he had done enough training he would slowly stroll through the trees as his eyes slowly shifted back to their normal onyx black he continued to the path that he had entered from. Walking all the way home he would simply lay down in his bed and stare at the ceiling with a blank expression for a few moments before shutting his eyes. A pained expression coming over his face the memories of the night his father was killed would slowly seep back into his memory. Unable to stop the visions he would relive every moment of the encounter with that man, the man he was unable to stop and with a hard jerk Kenshin would awake his sharingan activated and his entire body sweating. Gripping his face near his eyes with his fingers Kenshin would let out a low growl of mental anguish as he seemed to never be able to escape that night regardless of what he did.


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