Loser Yawns (solo, nk)

Kozata was not in the mood for sloth or laziness. He had seen the recent influx of Tengakure ninja, had been witness to their power, experience, and proficiency. It was something he envied slightly, the skill of the new folks who had just arrived in Shima... no, Kirigakure. The village hidden in mist. Kozata had heard the name before, but the history did not interest him in the slightest. In actuality, he just thought that the name aounded awesome and cool. At any rate, he would have to go through a lot of training in the next few days in order to even think aboutcompeting with the Tengakure ninja. Little did he know that things would go poorly for him on the very first day...
Kozata awoke to the sound of screaming. His small habitation was across the street from a rather well known urban brothel, and the sounds of climax awoke him rudely from slumber. Huh, well, at least this wasn't as bad as that awful mansion...
It's voice sounded quietly in his head, giving a rather horrid little piece of advice: "Dont marry a loud woman who fucks herself in the morning." Kozata ignored the mansion and headed outside, throwing on his orange jacket.
What was even more annoying, however, was just how drowsy he felt. That meant he would not be able to knead a full amount of chakra today. Well, that was annoying. He had specifically wanted to do chakra training, but here he was, atuck without a good option. Well, nothing to do but train anyway. At least the day wouldn't be a complete waste of time. He turned away from the brothel toward the training grounds some distance away. As he got closer, his mind revived just a little, and he began to feel a little better.
However, no sooner had he neared the training grounds then some of his old academy classmates came waltzing out.
"Kill them." The mansion spoke, its voice mocking and rude. Shut up, Kozata thought as he passed them by, slipping through the gate to the training grounds within. One of the girls recognized him and giggled idiotically. "Oh, look", she said, "it's the Loser of Shimagakure!" Wait, what? So not only was he still a loser, he had now been associated with a relic of the past? Kozata was furious, but ignored her as best he could while walking to his destination.
He didn't turn around and release shade pulse on her, despite the mansion' s urgings to "make her suffer". It had become harder and harder for him to suppress the voice recently. He went to the middle of the room and started kneading some chakra, the effects of his jacked up sleep coming clear now as his chakra output remained low. Ugh... it looked like he was going to have to keep it low for the time being. However, it looked like he had enough to last him for the day. That was all very well and good.
Now, what to start with? He decided to go with the fire stream. This was something that he had been meaning to do for a while, so it was not as if he had no plan. Rather, he felt pretty confident in what he was about to do. He took a breath, and formed a single handseal while pushing his chakra outwards. This resulted in a fire stream attack that scorched the ground where it hit. He walked over to the mark to examine his results. The scorch mark was charred, but not very large, due to the attack being so small and weak.
Still, it was not bad, he thought, until he remembered the same fire stream merely dissipating against that man... Kozai. Was this Kozai really evil? Or was he just lost? Kozata wondered where he was headed. Maybe, one day, he would find him again, then defeat him. That would be a great day indeed. He wondered, at that point, what kind of jutsu the man was capable of. Certainly, he had witnessed the man using chakra based acceleration... something that he should probably look forward to in the future as a training goal or some such.
However, at this point, he needed to focus on his fire stream. He had heard that increasing its power and size eventually turned it into a different jutsu, a more powerful one. That was exactly what Kozata wanted, as it represented an opportunity to achieve a different level in ninjutsu, which he had never been too good at. It was a baby step, but a step in the right direction "So cliche..." the mansion droned as Kozata began to channel more chakra. As right as the mansion was, that sure did not stop it from being an annoying jerk.
He proceeded to try again and again, with little success. No matter how he tried, the fire stream never really got any stronger. In frustration, he kicked a rock, causing him to stub his toe unceremoniously. How embarrassing this was. Thank goodness none of the other children were around to make fun of him and call him a loser for the hundreth time. He tried oncer more, but failed epicly as the fire stream blew up in his face as a puff of smoke, causing him to cough and cover his eyes. Well, not only had this been inconvenient, but it had been useless too. Somewhat deflated, Kozata turned toward home while the mansion whispered repeatedly in his head that he was "trash" and a "failure". Indeed, Kozata felt that way often nowadays. He couldn't even learn a simple jutsu. That in and of itself was pretty bad by itself, but his whole behaviour that day had been pretty bad. Well, he resolved as he hushed the mansion, he would just have to do better next day. He needed to be sure to get sufficient rest, some good food, and a quiet environment. Then he could train in peace.
(WC 1000
5 stats
1000/2000 to great fireball)

The next day went much better for him, as he woke up early on his own. The building next door (thank goodness) was nice and quiet. Was there no such business in the skin trade today? Well, it was none of his concern. What was, however, was getting out there and mastering this damn jutsu. It was holding him back now for far too long, and was getting really annoying. Well, it looked like he needed to take a trip to the library and take a peek at that jutsu encyclopedia again. A walk across town didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
He dressed swiftly, and headed down the stairs, tying on his swank new headband. Stepping out into the morning sun, he yawned slightly and turned toward the library, starting his walk just as a man came from the opposite direction and paused to unlock the brothel. Ah, so he had woken up before opening hour. Good, he would have to keep that in mind for the future. He would need to wake up a bit early in order to avoid hearing those unearthly moans and such. Kozata had some idea what went on in there, but decided to avoid finding out the details.
He found the Kirigakure library, which hadn’t changed much from the time before, when this place was called Shimagakure. Going inside, Kozata noted the jutsu encyclopedia exactly where he had left it. Good, he thought as he picked it up and turned open the pages. This book had served him many a time, and he hoped it would continue to do so. In the end, he finally found the jutsu he was looking for, the great fireball jutsu, the text of which he examined in detail. There wasn’t much to be found there, it being a mere C rank technique.
However, he found a picture, which was what he needed. You see, prior to this moment, Kozata had no idea what one looked like. So seeing pictures of a fireball in mid-cast helped him to understand what he had to do next. This whole time, he had gotten the idea wrong. It wasn’t just a larger, stronger fire stream. He merely had to envision part of it expanding , roiling into itself, it seemed. It looked easy enough, but what little experience he had told him it would most likely be harder than just thinking about it.
As such, he scanned over the portion of the book once more, then cast it aside (i.e. put it back politely) and stood up, making for the exit. After he left the building, he headed toward the training grounds, looking for an empty one. About half an hour was spent doing so, but at last he came across a rather barren-looking one. Whoever had used this last was probably not doing it for training, he thought, noting the discarded cigarrete packs laying here and there across the ground. Well, that was fine, he thought, as he began to weave the necessary hand seals for the jutsu.
The result was much of the same: smoke and somewhat disappointing fire streams. As he predicted, of course. It wasn’t just the hand seals and the chakra that one needed to perform the great fireball jutsu. He had to imagine it. His conviction, somehow, would help his chakra along, empowering the technique itself. Of course, scientifically, this made somewhat little sense, but Kozata was not a scientific person. He tried again, this time imagining the fire stream coiling up and over itself. It… kinda did, but curled back toward him. With a yelp of terror, he dodged out of the way as fire went roaring over his head.
Well… that was certainly different. The fire stream had never actually changed on him before… ever. And he could have sworn that he felt a larger force of heat coming from it. (Come to think of it, was heat really a force? Kozata was too stupid to remember.)  Now, he just had to make sure that the fire stream, or should he say, fireball, actually formed and went in the right direction. He stood up, shaking himself off. Landing on his ass was humiliating, which was why he had chosen a deserted area in which to train.
Making the sequence of hand seals again, he focused, concentrating upon the form which he was going to use. Not just bending back, he thought. The fire has to bend and roll up on itself. Well, he tried it. The fire spewed forth again, this time rolling itself up into a ball…. And…. Poof! Just like that, it vanished in a puff of smoke. A rather large puff of smoke, as it so happened to be, and one that enveloped him completely in the white stuff.
He coughed, waving his hand to clear the smoke away vigorously. He almost had it! He just needed to add in one final component…. He stood there in thought for a few minutes, then snapped it fingers. He had it! Of course, he had to make the fireball shoot outwards. He performed the handseals one final time, then released the jutsu out from him. The fire shot forth again, rolling and roiling into a fireball, which continued then at a higher speed than he ever thought, twice as fast as his fire stream, blasting a dummy on the far side of the training ground.

The fireball seemed about two meters wide… amazing. Kozata gasped for air, he had been holding his breath the whole time he had watched the fireball’s progress. He stood there for a few seconds, stunned at what he had done. He had learned another C rank jutsu… all by himself! It was not that much to get excited over, but it was something. In only two days, too… who knew what else he was able to do, given enough time. He grinned widely, then headed home. There was now so much work to do, wasn’t there?
(WC 1000,
5 stats
total of 2000/2000 for great fireball)