7 days of training (training :( )

Day 1
Taios was still very upset with how slow he was, and knew that he would have problems should he get into a dangerous situation.  Needing additional speed he set out for a week’s worth of training.  He packed enough provisions to keep himself fed and hydrated for the long endeavor, as well as some supplies to sleep out in the wilderness with.  Leaving the rented apartment he set forth.  Walking through the town with his heavy pack was a dull affair.  He was once again faced with the fact there were few villagers with worth around him.  He hated their weakness and sought to make this village into something worth doing.  This always drew him to rage.  He hated the weakness and in time he would see it cleansed from the world.  Fire washed away all sins, deeper than holy water.  The man that had changed him watched over the village, and was the only man he knew of worth fighting in the village.  This weeks worth of training would see him stronger, and more adept when it came to fighting the man in the future.  He had been given a gift, and he would see it repaid.  He held the Yonbi inside of him, and he would see it put to good use.
 
This would be his first day of his training.  It would be grueling, but it was time to cover up some of his weakness with strength.  The jogging was fairly basic work, but it was the purpose of the day.  This would give him his solid base as to which build on for the entire week.  The forest floor passed slowly beneath his feet as step after step led him deeper in.  Birds and other animals watched as he came and went.  The heat from the volcanoes had made a small sweat break out on his forehead, but it was a good feelings.  His muscles where stretching nicely, and the jogging was doing the trick for the day.  Even though he grew weary he continued to jog for around 2 hours.  If Taios had any strength however it was in his endurance.  No matter how long he went he always reached inward more for more stamina and strength to move on.  His pack was weighing on his body, and Taios decided it was time to have a little break.  During his break he had a small snack of a sandwich he had prepared, and read out of scrolls on fire jutsu he had taken from one of the libraries in the village.  He had already finished the scroll once, but he wished to understand the techniques perfectly.  To bathe the world in fire was his chief goal.  He had received a handful of coin from his time in missions, and he needed to see it spent.  Though what to buy was the question.  He didn’t need a weapon, and didn’t much care for armor.  Perhaps he would have to find something worth buying in town, or even spending it on Anastasia.  He already missed her presence, well her body at least.  It was intoxicating to be around her, her scent, he skin in the sunlight.  All of it, he drank in like a man with great thirst.  He would see his thirst quenched upon return to the village.
 
Not many events happened during this time.  But one notable event did occur.  While jogging Taios spied several men picking on a smaller child.  Normally Taios believed in letting nature take its course.  After all Taios couldn’t be there forever little creature, and after all men were men, and if one was to weak to protect themselves, they deserved little more than to die.  But for some reason Taios felt compelled to intervene.  Moving over to were the men were, he was approx. 10 meters from them, and they had not yet spied him.  Activating his cloak, he sent out 3 chakra arms to impale each of the would be attackers.  Of course these arms would kill each man in an instant, puncturing through their chests like butter.  They were no ninja, just brought on the country side.  Nothing to be concerned with.  Picking up the frightened child he noticed that it was terribly scared, so much so it had its eyes closed and wouldn’t open them.  Carrying the small boy he would look this way and that way.  Surely his family would be nearby.  Jogging through the jungle with the child, it took several hours to find them.  This time was productive, as sprinting at full speed with a squirming child was pretty decent training, since the child weighed a good 30 to 40 pounds already.  Eventually he found some people who seemed to be looking for the child, by their frantic actions and loud yelling.
 
Setting the child down he noticed it still hadn’t opened its eyes.  Placing the child on the ground he watched as it’s parents came.  They all seemed to be expressing their gratitude at his actions.   They offered him rewords and housing for the night, for repayment for his deeds.  Taios thanks them and allowed them to usher him into their small town.  He ate and he drank with the villagers.  The drink flowed as these seemed to be people accustomed to parties and good times.  After much food and drink, they even had contests in strength with wrestling.  Taios participated, and had mostly an easy time of it.  His smile was contagious for the villagers and the great peace seemed to wash over them all.  However on the inside Taios burned with rage.  These people were weak, and because of that he would wash them from the world.  Wasn’t death by fire the most pure death.  This would cleanse their existence from the world.  The new regime of the world could start here.  They should feel honored.  After many of them had passed out from the party, and the rest gone to bed, Taios found himself taking advantage of one particular villager.  She was a beauty, short and petit.  Her long blonde hair flowed in curls, and briefly remininded him of Anastasia.  Perhaps that is why he took the girl.  However when he was through with all carnal desires her fate was much different than the princess of Funkagakure.  Walking to the edge, he unleashed a gieser of flame onto the village.  Each house ignited, and he entered the version one cloak form.  Arm after chakra arm impaled any and all who should try and escape.  It was a slaughter befit of any of madness.  The screams an orchestra, the fire the ambiance. 

Leaving the place, Taios took to form camp farther from the murders.  He didn’t need the comforts of a hut, he preferred the outdoors.  Forming up camp took around 25 minutes.  Once the fire was started from his own mouth he cooked the remainder of his first day provisions.  Stretching out his legs, Taios knew that the first day was a success.  His practice in the use of fire, and the running from earlier were well worth it.  Getting inside his tent Taios read for a bit. He knew the next 6 days where going to be rough, as this was only the beginning to the ultimate training week.  By the end of the week, Taios hoped to be stronger than all other low ranked village nin.  And begin his upward travel through the ranks.  Unable to sleep Taios thought of slaughter, and Anastasia to relax and, to put himself to sleep.  As he began to drift of Taios reflected on his life, and how much things had changed.  He was so much stronger because of it.  Perhaps weak beginnings were what would ultimately lead to strong endings.  He sought only power and purpose.  He was well on his way to establishing this foundation for many years to come.
 
Day 2
Awakening, Taios first thought was that he hungered for more fire, and more blood, he would see it quenched soon.  Stretching Taios walked out and rekindled his fire from the previous night with a single exhalation.  Once the fire was going good, he cooked his breakfast.  Eating it Taios prepared for the second day of training.  This was only the second day out of 7 of training his reflexes and speed.  His legs where still sore from the previous day, after all running for hours and hours puts a certain strain on the body.  Because of that today was dedicated to quick drawing jutsu.  The purpose of today wasn’t to make his jutsu more powerful, but to enable Taios to initiate the jutsu faster.  Besides just using hand signs, Taios also practiced his taijutsu, throwing quick three punch combos coupled with kicks and upper cuts.  By enhancing his strength he sught to be as strong as possible.  He loved taijutsu, and he wanted it to be a strong use in his arsenal and he would see it done.  His weaknesses would be covered on all bases.  He would bend the element of fire to his will, and see it done.  He would strengthen his body to peak perfection, and see his chakra radiate with power.  Taios sought to be a powerful man in his own regard.  Adding the Yonbi simply made himself even stronger.
 
Taios started this by working on hand signs.  From the signs of tiger to rat to dog to ram.  He threw up each sign over and over again in random progressions.  By building up muscle memory, he knew that in the future he would be able to use the signs faster.  It all came down to building up those neural pathways from the brain to the hand and back again.  This was a basic idea in all fighting styles.  Repition built quickness.  Taios prided himself on his endurance, it was because of this that he was as strong as he was, and able to go longer and harder than others.  This type of training was how Taios passed, his morning.  It was probably around noon when, he was done with this training.  Fixing his lunch Taios looked around.  Before he meant to start training however, something did happen.  A group of people could be heard heading straight for him.  An interesting proposition, perhaps this was the training he had been waiting for.
 
Taking a bite from his food, he spotted a pair of glowing eyes watching him.  This didn’t concern Taios at all.  The three other pairs of eyes only hieghtned the excitement.  As the men jumped out from the sides, Taios dropped his food, and began throwing punch after punch.  As he jumped from side to side, Knocking this man and that man back, he felt the excitement rising his temperature.  Signing horse, he exhaled a large volume of fire, bruning three men, leaving only one behind him.  Spinning around a round house fist would meet the man in the teeth, shattering all the occupants of his mouth.  Taios wondered if this was going to become a reoccurring theme with this training mission.  Already he had two interactions with men, and he was pretty sure that they had been dressed similar to the first group he had encountered. 
 
As he was confident, that he was alone now he picked up his camp and put it together.  Making it packed up tightly, he began running though the ashen plains again.  This time as he ran he also weaved hand signs.  Not trying to cast any jutsu, it was just to practice hand signs while running.  Throwing out jutsu while running was a good technique for ninja.  After all running and throwing jutsu would keep him safer.  After practicing a couple times, he began to use jutsu.  First he used the body flicker technique.  After that he cast signs for substitution, and clone jutsu.  Overall no problems occurred.  After, being done with those, he ignited areas wth random exhalations of fire.  Practicing his ability to aim and fire trajectory. 
 
Cracking his neck he looked around, checking for more bandits.  Once again it took around 20 minutes to make camp.  His dinner didn’t taste so good on the second day of training.  He was sore and tired, and wasn’t even close to being able to head back to town.  2 out of seven done though, that was a bit of progress.  Deciding to do some training before bed, he practiced jumping from the ground to a branch several meters in the air.  He performed this repetitive task around 20 times.  His thighs where burning, and he felt like he weighed several pounds more just from being so sore. 
 
Sighing Taios knew that the next day would be awful.  When doing this kind of hardcore training, things wouldn’t start getting easier until around day 4.  While laying in his sleeping bag and staring up at the ceiling of his tent, Taios continued to practice his hand signs.  It wasn’t hard work, but necessary.  Those neural pathways weren’t going to build themselves after all.  After he had went through a bunch of these signs, as many times as he could stand he rested his arms.  Thinking of the last thing he could do before bed, he went to another training method he had done.  Focusing his chakra he put tension on his calves and thighs to work the muscles.  This was a useful way to train, since he could do it as he lay still.  The sound of birds chattering all around him would make it easy to rest.  As well to know if people were coming for him or not.
 
Maku’s last thoughts were of other countries.  He sought to enter and destroy them.  AS it had been explained to him, these other villages were weak and deserved to be destroyed.  He would be the method of this.  A priest of fire spreading the good word of fire through the lands.  Were to start was a larger question, however it was not now to think on it to much.  In time he would see them all razed and burned.  Children slayed, women ravished and men with heads on spikes.  All of those who were weak would fall beneath the heal of his boot.
 
Day 3
Awakening, Taios was glad to not see any adviersaries this early in the morning.  The day started off well, but he knew that his body was too sore to do much work today.  Packing up his camp for the second time on his training week, Taios went out searching for a good place to set up training.  Taios was looking for a lava flow.  Which in this country; wasn’t very hard.  After finding a large one he deposited his goods behind some rocks to keep them from getting burnt up.  Removing his clothing Maku stood in the open air fully exposed.  Walking over to the lava he sat on some rocks and let the molten rock caress his skin.
 
The lava was scalding hot, and a lesser man would have been destroyed by it.  However his natural affinity for lave, and the use of the Yonbi’s chakra made it feel almost rejuvenating.  Closing his eyes he let the warmth soothe his body.  He needed his strength if he was to continue his training.  Because his physical body felt so weak, Taios decided to use his meditation specialty to train today.  Entering into his own mind, he meditated.  Using his chakra control he let it flow throughout his body allowing himself to rest.  Taios entered into the world of his own mind.  He trained there.  Focusing chakra to this tenketsu and then to this one.  He needed perfect chakra control in the future and these things happened with this kind of training.
 
Taios got dressed gathered his things and continued on running through the plains.  He had to be getting close to getting to the borders of the country.  Knowing this he began to run in a different direction.  Looking back he noticed that something black was following him.  And 7 more black masses where following it.  Men following him, clearly another group.  Perhaps that village had a wealthy persons loved one in it, causing him to have gained a bounty on his head.  The men were closing in on him.  Using his strength he set upon them.  8 on one was not fair odds, after all they should have brought more men.  Once in the middle of the men, he would take up his fighting stance, and prepare for their attacks..  Fools, they attacked one and then another.  Each movement provided Taios with opening after opening to ensure victory.  Each man fell in time, and each kill made him feel more alive.  It was as if each life he took provided his own with a boost.  Each man would live on forever inside of Taios, each a soul cleansed of this world and sent to the after life. 
 
Where had the day gone?  All he had been able to accomplish was some meditation and some jogging, besides the death of 8 worthless highway men.  Knowing he had to make up for some lost time, Taios was pleased to come on another large clearing.  Setting his things down Taios sprinted back and forth, across the field.  Breathing heavily, Taios continued to sprint.  This was probably as basic of training as one could do, but effective none the less.  He already felt like he was faster than he had been a few days ago.  Though he was sore, he knew that strength was already beginning to build up.  While sprinting, Taios wondered about the state of the Volcano Village.  As a genin he wasn’t privy to much of the political information.  Hopefully he would soon be strong enough to be promoted to a chunin.  There wasn’t a lot of work to do, as a genin, besides just guarding the village.  Without a squad, there wasn’t much he could do. 
 
After the sprints where complete he set up his camp.  Not sure what to do next, Taios rested.  Suddenly out of nowhere there were 10 bandits.  All staring daggers at him and grumbling.  Taios was starting to get slightly annoyed.  He had killed so many of them for training, however now he saw it as an annoyance more than a training methof.  As he rose and raised his fists, he resolved himself to what he must do.  As the beasts dressed I mens clothing closed in he prepared his jutsu, as they all came at him from one direction, he unleashed a true torrent of fire.  It moved almost 50 meters from were he stood annihilating everything in front of him.  And in that way he quitted all foes before him.  Behind him there was claping.  An old man approached him.  And signaled for him to follow.  As it came to pass he was a hermit, banned from the volcano village years ago before it had became what it is known for today.  He was a mastermind of fire, and as such promised to train him in its arts.
 
They didn’t do much that first day.  After all it was late when he had been found.  The first training they did was all sparring.  He would come at the man, but was always stymied by his fire attacks cutting off this direction and that.  The man was a bit but made up for it in skill, making it into a good workout and a fairly even match.  Physically, Taios was more than strong enough to hurt the man, but his fist wasn’t able to find purchase due to the man’s own personal skill in fire.  This made training better, as he didn’t have to hold back because he was incapable of getting to the man with his basic attacks.  They trained this way for most of the evening.  It was a good way to pass the rest of the time.  When they had finished, they had a feast of fish that hit the spot, after the small provisions he had brought for himself.  He could only look forward to tomorrow, who knew what new training methods he would perform, and how much stronger he could get. 
 
                Day 4
                Awakening at sunrise, Taios could appreciate how beautiful the area was.  The steam lurched from Volcano, and the heat was glorious upon his flesh.  On this day he was set to begin his training with the man in earnest, and he intended to soak up as much as he could.  The first part of the day, he was left to his own to warm up.  Running on the ashen plain left him awakened, and feeling strong.  The prospect of a real challenge excited him beyond measure.  His feet seemed to slip and slide as he ran through the deep ash.  Though he was certain if he used his chakra he could make it easier to run by having him run on the surface and not let himself slide.  He had been forbidden to do so, since the extra effort to run would help strengthen his legs.  After he had finished his warm up he returned to the cave were the old man was standing.  “What is on the agenda for today?” Taios asked the old man.  “For starts we spar again.  Once you lay a strike on me we can move on, if you ever can.” The man laughed, with a crooked tooth smile.  He also had a walking stick he leaned heavily on.
 
                The man was slow, sure, but he knoweleagable, and in this way he was able to dodge or parry any strike that Taios would attempt to land.  Crash after crash as his fist hit walking stick and never found purchase eon flesh.  Ash was flying everywhere as Taios ducked and weaved.  He had been informed not to use any jutsu and simply relay on his own speed to get the job done.  Though he wasn’t having to hard of a time, staying safe, he wasn’t getting any closer to hitting the man.  At one point he had finally broken through the defense and had laid his fist on the old ones stomach, and had jumped back in victory.  But upon looking he realized he had done nothing more than lay hand on cloth.  Feeling embarrassed he re set upon the old man.  The rage in his heart was beginning to boil over, and he could feel the cloak wanting to take form.  “Almost big man, almost, but not good enough yet.”  The hermit cackled, and with that continued to try and smash Taios with his stick.  Now that Taios had laid a hand on his clothes, the attacks came faster and harder.  He moved faster, and aimed harder.  If he hit the man it could possibly be enough to kill the man, as he no longer held back.  Instead he found the only way to receive victory would be to use killing intent.
 
                This training went on for hours.  Taios was allowed to rest when he was to tired, but was not allowed to leave or start any new kind of training.  Finally after much effort, Taios was able to just clip the man across the face.  Leaving a 3 inch cut across the old man’s cheek.  Having completed the first phase of training Taios was left with fish to eat and time to rest before his next training session.  Once he had rested for the briefest of moments he calle don the man to start the next training method.  A large jacket with weights was brought out.  This jacket was placed upon him, and weighed him down considerably.  It was a special device that weighed upon one with as much weight as they had in chakra.  The very ground seemed to crack beneath his feet.  The amount of chakra in his body made the jackt the much more heavy, and caused it to be probably the hardest time he had ever had.  Each step took a herculean effort.   However, his steps did not falter, and they came.  Slow and rhythmically at first, but cconstant.  As time went on an on, he found himself moving faster.  Each step would go straight through any ash and crack rock underneath.

                While he ran the old man told him of the history of how he came to be here and the device.  Many ninja had trained with the old one, but they had mostly died.  His methods for training were one of the reasons he was exiled.  They felt when more disciples died than became stronger it was less than desirable, and Taios was the first to receive the training in a long long time.  Taios kind of liked this, for he was always looking for a way to be unique and this was a decent way to do it.  Taios was probably only running about 10 minute miles, so it was about 100 minutes before he was finished and the great weight dropped off his back.  Taios watched as the man lifted the jacket easily and walked away.  How had he done that, since his chakra must be powerful, only a special trick could be used to do so.  The amount of pain Taios had been in a couple days ago was nothing to what it was now.  He had imagined things would get easier, but now things where worse.  He loved it however, as through pain weakness was cleansed
 
                Resting he was charged with one more exercise before he was permitted to go to bed.  He was charged with catching a rare beast with his bare hands.  Walking out onto the plains Taios waited.  Several animals came and went by, but taios was after a mutation.  Finally he got lucky and was able to find the creature.  Using his fire he killed it quickly and moved on.  Though he wasn’t sure if it was his skills and speed, or just a really stupid monster.  Walking back to the cave he rested for the night..  He wondered how long he would be trained here, and if he would teach him anything new.  Thinking that a new jutsu would be right around the corner, Taios went to sleep.  The warm ground acting as a nice heating pad for his soreness.  Taios didn’t even have time to really think much on the day’s events being tired.  4 days had elapsed since he had set out to train, and only 3 more remained until he was ready to head back home.  These last three days, would hopefully grant him the last remaining bit of training he needed to push his body over the edge and make him stronger, and fast enough to keep up with his sensei.  He did not need to rest as the SIN cells would heal and repair him instantly.  However it was a hard habit to break it would seem, as he still sometimes felt the need to sleep.
 
                Day 5
                Awakening in the heat of the area, Taios was pleasantly pleased with how he felt.  The warm sand had done wonders for his body, which was surprising since he had assumed the sand would be to oddly shape to provide much proper rest.  Today’s agenda was much the same as yesterday.  He awoke and was left to his own devices in the morning.  After awhile he was allowed to enter into training with the old man again.  This time it was a simple combination of yesterday.  He was first charged with running 2 laps around the near by volcano with the vest upon his back.  He then was set to spar with the man again, but this time he had the vest latched onto his back which slowed him down.  The old man also took a more offensive approach making it harder to win.  The challenge was something he had not expected.  However he was still able to complete the task set him after a short time. 
               
He was then charged to do the training over, only this time he needed to lay Multiple strikes upon the old man.  How the old man did it, he had no idea.  He continued to strike seeking the weariness of Taios.  Dodging each strike Taios was able lay a three strike combo on the man’s chest within 15 minutes.  Several times they repeated this exercise, until Taios was able to thoroughly dodge the blows and infiltrate under all of the man’s strikes.  Soon Taios knew he would be ready to return home, a changed personThrough the fire in his muscels and the pain of the days events he had washed some of the weakness from his body.  As the day moved on he gained more opponents. The old man could make shadow clones to attack from multiple angles, while he still retained the large vest ever on his back.  Ducking and weaving he had to get past each one of them.  And he did exceptionally well.  Once he had finished he was charged with running laps again.  This time however he was forced to run until he couldn’t run any more.  It took many hours for this to happen and it was one of the more difficult things he had ever done.  Being forced to do an action until you physically couldn’t anymore, was awful to say the least.  With the vest on his back it seemed to speed up the process in due time.  Once he was finished he collapsed and wasn’t able to move.  He was left to lay there through the night.  The old man, watching over his body.
 
                Day 6
                Once again the sand had done wonders for him.  He was charged with sprinting across the plains once again.  His speed he found had massively increased.  He felt as if he was a blur as to what he was several days ago.  His laps across the plains  were done in no time at all, even with the pack ever weighing him down.  Fighting against the old man was almost easy now, though the man seemed tired and weary from all the training.  Strike after strike he landed all while dipping and dodging stick. The old man after much physical training, began showing him the finer parts of fire based jutsu.  He showed him tricks and visualization techniques to increase his strength and aim with the fire.  And before long he was dismissed.  Looking back after leaving, he found the old man dead in the cave.  The days had thoroughly exhausted his life.  Taios was not the last trained by this unknown hermit, and would see it done well.
                Crossing through the plains Taios was pleased to see that he was not to be set upon by more worthless opponents.  He had no supplies remaining to him, however Taios knew from expierence he did not need any of it.  So instead he packed up and began sprinting towards the village.  Without any provisions he would put his bodies SIN cells to the test, though he still did not exactly know how any of it worked.   Running hard all the way back to town, he flashed between trees this place and that, well over double his original speed.  Breathing heavily he continued to sprint all the way to town, and was surprised by how many miles he put behind himself so quickly.  To continue training on the way Taios would stop and smash through rocks, or melt them with his fire when he would come across a stoen large enough.  All the while his strength both physically and with the use of fire would be all the greater.  Constantly pushing himself to run harder, only by keeping himself going at full throttle could he increase his ability. 
 

Taios arrived in the village just after dusk.  Walking through the village, Taios walked to the rented apartment he was using.  He was done with training for the day.  Miles and miles of running had left him satisfied.  Opening his home, and grabbing something to eat, he went to meditate.  Once again before bed he focused his chakra to put strain on his muscles and quench the rage in his heart.  Now that he was getting stronger he had to do more to elicit growth.  Taios planned on performing his last series of trainings the next day.  It was odd, he hadn’t expected to be home until tomorrow, and he had never expected to grow this fast in such a short period of time.  Even though tomorrow Taios planned to dedicate more of his time to developing his jutsu, he once again practiced the necessary hand signs for his jutsu.  He would seak to make the his flaming breath as powerful as possible and perhaps even face off against the Yonbi some.  Gaining enough strength, he would rest for the night.  Thinking only of the death he would spread in the coming days.  He would see Funkagakure blazed across the heavens.  Only time would show the true depth of how he longed to spread this message. 

Day 7
finally the last day of training, Taios thought to himself.  It was almost over; it had seemed like a long time since he had done any chakra based training, being so focused on getting his physical body up to snuff.  Today was set as to what he needed to do.  Practicing his hand signs as he walked down to the local training pit, Taios was hoping to find an old teacher to practice with and he did just that.  Him and the teacher practiced by challenging each other and a spar quickly broke out.  It was a fun game and passed the time quickly. Eventually it was upgraded and the blows came harder and faster, each one no longer just for fun, but a false step easily leading to death.  By the end of it Taios was starting to beat the teacher who was a chunin.  It wasn’t long until he had been able to sneak underneath the man’s guard and a quick blow to the sternum ended his breath.  The blow had been harder than expected and had caused the air to leave the teacher’s lungs and not return.  Bathing the body and purifying it in fire, he left the man to rest in peace.
 
He thought again on the man that had made him what he was.  He still did not know the man’s identity, but the rage continued to burn his insides at being defeated so easily by a man.  However he was not the same boy he had once been.  While still not confident he could defeat the man, he would now at least provide some slight amount of challenge.  By getting his speed up, he hoped that he would be more competitive and useful to the village as a whole.  In time he would begin performing more complicated and more dangerous missions for the village.  Brining it glory and brining him self strength.  Beginning to run again, he tested himself by doing laps around the vilalge.  Taios couldn’t believe how fast he had become in a matter of a couple days.  Truly his abilities grew fast when he set mind to task.  He would have to do another week of training like this sometime soon, to make it even better. 
Lap after lap he did around the village before coming on some old paint.  It was from himself and his brother, and he left the wall scorched erasing all looks from it.  He sought often to destroy all semblances of his past.  Finding these little remainders he always destroyed them as quickly as possible washing his own sins from the world.  Heading to a clearing, he set about for the remainder of his chakra based training.  Chakra control and speed where key to this ability.  Everything was going well, and Taios was pleased.  Using the horse hand seal, he breathed larger and larger volumes of fire from his lips.  After Taios had destroyed multiple trees and rocks with his flames, he moved on to the last little bit of outdoor training. 
 
He had set some of his mission rewards to forming up a small outdoor arena of sorts.  It was a small affair, nothing of to much not located in the training area in the pit.  It was wear many criminals were sent to die.  Not only criminals however, also men who simply sought blood and glory.  Taios often submitted himself to such a place.  He enjoyed the blood lust amd fought hard in the areana.  Always he denied armor, and fought shirtless and bare handed.  The handicap did little for his opponents and none had laid scratch upon his body.  These petty fights while not always the most challenging gave him experience in combat.  As a whetstone to a sword, experience left him to be a stronger fighter.  He wrestled and boxed, killed and murdered for several hours before watching the rest of the matches.  He enjoyed watching the fights almost as much as he enjoyed being in them.  He still sought to create a larger arena so this could become the pass time for the entire village.  This would mean speaking to the leader however bad he had not yet felt worthy.  He wished to be much more powerful before such things were to happen.
 
                Finishing up, and cleansing his hands of the blood from the day, he returned to the rented apartment.  He would seek out Anastasia perhaps in the morning.  He would like to look upon her form again soon.  However for now, he would simply rest and wait in his rented place of residence.  Inside he focused his chakra, and entered into his own mind to be in front of the Yonbi.  In their preferred contest, they once again arm wrestled.  As odd a way of training as any, it still held meaning.  This tie however the Yonbi’s smile faded quickly from his face.  Sweat even began to break out across his face.  Taios’s face was in a snarl as he strained with everything he had, and even the cloak seemed to cover his body.  The Yonbi snarling forced his arm back, but could not finish his opponent.  This contest went on and on for seemingly forever before Taios once again fell.  Defeated for the 38^th time in a row, it was a much closer match than any before it.  Returning to realty he couldn’t help notice the Yonbi stretching his arm.  Taios was getting closer by the day of dominating the Yonbi, and approaching his destiny.
 
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