Hey dude, wanna train? (open, nk)

Ryusei had a slurp of water and headed out. The afternoon air was fresh, as the memories of his rather easy defeat at the hands of one Kenshin Uchiha weighed down on him. He remembered his decision to elevate the Nara clan to the same status, if not higher, and decided that he had better start now.

The training grounds were largely full, as usual, and Ryusai burst into (awful) song, as he strode along, searching for an empty spot. Perhaps his awful singing (not intentional, but most people did not like his tunes, even if he himself did) would drive some other ninja away. Some of them had been training since the morning when he found Kenshin, and they were still at it. Those ninja probably had a good, respectable future ahead, similar to the famed Rock Lee, the taijutsu virtuoso. Well, if Ryusei was gonna catch up to those hard workers, he had better get started.

Ryusei saw a large group covered in bruises and small cuts leaving one of the training grounds, and sprinted towards it, hoping to get there before anyone else. It wasn't that he disliked company, it was just that ninja training different things tended to end up having accidents. One guy could be running laps, and the other guys happens to be doing target practice with kunai, and... well, he preferred not to think of the fighting that might result. Now, two people sparring, or working on the same thing would be ok, but that was not often. Maybe he would get lucky today, but you could never be sure who might turn up.

Ryusei made it into the training area, and breathed a sigh of relief. Aside from a broken kunai here, a broken shuriken there, or the shattered rocks to the west of his position, and the charred line of trees to the north, it looked largely untouched. Ryusei grinned. Finally he could train in peace, though anyone wanting a quick spar, or perhaps an exercise partner, would fine a willing partner.

He did some quick pushups to get his blood flowing, and jumped up and down a few times. He then started running laps around the training ground, and it occurred to him that he could do this pretty easily just about anywhere in or around the village, just not at the village gates, though that depended rather heavily on the guards on duty at any given time. Some were more relaxed than others. Ryusei started to get warm while he was running, and decided that he needed to lose some clothing figuratively, not literally.

Pausing, he first deposited his sun-glasses in the middle of the arena. Then off came the purple bathrobe, which he only just realized he had left on ever since he had had a shower this morning. No wonder the other people going shopping had stared at him when they thought he was not looking. He looked like he had just not bothered to comb his spiky hair after washing, that must have been why he attracted attention. Appearance was a lot. The bathrobe itself had an insignia with the Nara clan on it, which was why he liked wearing it. Even if he was a little estranged from most members of his clan, he still had pride in his clan's abilities. Who else had been attempting to restraing that giant 10-tailed beast anyway? Ryusei then stepped out of his light sandals, putting on the heavy combat boots he normally trained with. The extra weight always helped a little. After that, he set down his jacket, and his weapon pouches (which were on just over his underwear, inside the bathrobe, at least, while he had been wearing it). He shook out his shirt, and his shorts, feeling much refreshed now that the heavy clothing was gone.

Ryusei resumed his laps, and after he managed 20, he was starting to get a little winded. He used his moving earth core jutsu, to make a target shaped like a person, and began practicing throwing his shuriken at top speed. IT was only after he missed a couple that he realized that he might want to make a backstop, in case he missed. After collecting his shuriken, he made a large backstop, though not as thick as he could have made it - 1 foot should be plenty for this and he could always take it down again later.

Ryusei resumed his training, throwing shuriken and kunai at the target, aiming for specific spots to enhance his accuracy (or lack thereof). If someone else showed up, he would offer to train with them, either on whatever he was doing at the moment, or something else, if they had other ideas.

Tank was getting back to the training grounds from his lunch break with a full stomach and was actually feeling a bit sleepy. To counteract his sleepyness that was setting in Tank decided he needed to get moving. Taking off for a couple laps around the training field he would watch everyone else who was training there now. Most of them he recognized from earlier this morning. There was a newcomer however. Someone with black hair that was throwing shuriken and kunai at a rock dummy off to himself. Tank decided that today he would be a little more outgoing and finished his last lap around the field stopping just a few meters away from Ryusei. "Hey you. What's your name?"