Loser Tries [solo,nk]

On the following day, Kozata was up bright and early. Err... well, rather not. It was dark and early. Like, really, really early. He was up before the sun had even risen, which was unexplainable on his part. He just... had the urge to get up and do something. So here he was, out in the middle of the street, looking around for something to do. Quiet music could be heard from the street over, soothing the nerves of people and pets alike. Kozata decided to learn something else, so he hightailed it to the library, where he would select a random book.
This one happened to be on taijutsu. Out of all of them, the easiest technique was one called "One thousand years of death". After close examination of the technique and its workings, Kozata groaned. What a disgusting technique. It probably had its roots in back-alley activities, something Kozata didn't know about, and didn't want to know about. However, to advance himself in this technique, he would have to do his best to learn it, but... man, how bad could this get? He stood up and put the book back, heading outside and going to one of the better indoor training grounds.
Better that he practice on a moving target, he thought, as he walked inside. He set up a dummy that had an almost frictionless bottom, allowing for sliding across the floor. This would allow him to simulate some amount of linear movement on an enemy's part. He would set up the dummy, then position himself on the training ground center floor. There was no one else there, thank goodness. He spun the dummy across the room, then lunged for it from behind. However, his lame attempt at the technique would miss, making him just the slightest bit frustrated.
Surely, if ninjutsu woudln't be his strong suit, then maybe taijutsu would? He needed to find something that he good at, otherwise he would be worthless. As a ninja, he needed to keep his self-esteem up. A demoralized fighter was worse than no fighter at all. The other option would be to keep practicing... yeah, that was probably the best thing to do. Perking up, Kozata tried again. For the next few hours, he made multiple attempts, each time, failing to some degree. He never seemed to quite be able to reach his target. How should he go about this? Maybe he had to think about this more cranially.
He needed to have more focus, and he needed to move faster. He needed to get his butt up, and his mind out of his lazy attitude. He tried once more, and dashed toward the behind of the dummy as it passed. Kozata was no expert at physics of any sort, even kinematics, but he knew instinctively, all of a sudden, how to track this moving target. "I've got you now!" he thought, as he dashed toward the dummy, index and third finger on his right hand extended in that offensive attack.
NO.
This time, he ignored the voice in his head, as the darkness swelled within him, empowering him. With the thrust, he made it! The dummy went soaring off into the wall, and Kozata collapsed in exhaustion. Just learning a small jutsu like that made him tired? What a loser he was indeed. Well, it looked like he was done here. What was that weird darkness? Kozata once more chose to ignore it. Probably a bad choice in the long run, but he truly wasn't worried about it. He headed home, whistling along with the music outside.

[TWC 600, requesting
- 3 stats
- Learned 1000 Years of Death
- Another 100 WC toward Meigan lvl 1, total of 200/1500]

Approved