Hystraining (solo training)

It had been a while since Hysterio had last been able to train on his own. The village or town of Shimgakure, now renamed Kirigakure per the wishes of the new Mizukage, Xyxer Gyojin, was relavitely peaceful for the most part, the occasional bomb destroying a building, the occasional spar turning nasty, and the few bar fights often ending in tearful adieus. A truly strange place, as the original people of Shimagakure were mixing in odd ways with the former denizens of Tengakure, among whose number Hysterio could be counted, not that it mattered much to him. He walked through the streets, a couple of scrolls of sealing bumping at his hip, they being the newest acquisitions he had obtained upon his last visit to the ninja shop that was set up locally. For some strange reason it seemed to have exactly the same items stocking its shelves as the one he had visited in Tengakure before, the only difference being the location, as for the most part it was centrally located just like the Tengakure shop, and it was painted the same, built the same, even the clientele looked rather astonishingly similar, though this was to be expected considering how many had been taken away from Tengakure and transplanted here. The walls of the building felt a little claustrophobic at times, or was that just the really weird looking weapons he sometimes saw that adorned the sides of the building festively, their eye holes glaring down at passerby?

Hard to tell, really.

He sat on a bench and watched the passerby walk by, hardly giving an unremarkable looking boy a second glance. He had not the least interest in girls but he knew many of his classmates had already started spending all their money, even that of their missions, towards courting their favored partners. Not up to him what they did but he could not help but think that was a good monetary policy. He preferred to buy weapons and even he did not always spend anywhere near all his money on that stuff. Heck, most of it he was saving for the custom armour the black smith was STILL making in the shop, despite his repeated assurances that Hysterio would be able to use it “very soon”. If you asked Hysterio “very soon” meant that the guy had not worked on it yet, but that was based on a few other instances where that had been the case. That being said, the black smith was likely working on it now that he knew that Hysterio could throw senbon with rather suprising accuracy and force despite his size. It probably helped too that Hysterio knew the names of all the black smith’s kids. Nothing was actually going to happen to them but it never hurt to be sure. His attention snapped back to the present when a tough looking guy kicked his shin intentionally.

Hysterio looked up, getting a full view of the man’s tattoos, his bulging muscles, and the girl hanging on his arm. He sighed, exasperated. Another arrogant fool who was testosterone poisoned and thinking with his groin than with his mind, who could not ask nicely or better yet walk to the bench that was back to back with that of Hysterio’s. No, he had to tell a young kid to pack his bags, as he was doing now.

Hysterio quirked an eye brow, unable to believe for a second the larger boy or man’s brashness, the latter glancing at the tiny being clinging to his arm and then carefully letting go. Cracking the small mountains forming his knuckles, the other said “Stand up, lets fight. I am in a bad mood today, if I were you I would scram.” As he spoke the last word the other dived at Hysterio, who saw this coming easily from the tensing in the other man’s muscles. He shifted in his seat, sliding down to his right swiftly, letting the other stumble to a stop and watching him nearly bang his head on the side of the long bench where Hysterio had previously been sitting. Hysterio slowly stood up from his perch while the other stood up as well. If looks could kill, Hysterio would be beyond where ever the after life happened to be. Good thing he was not dead though, he would never become a chunin other wise and he would have to be sad.

The other saw Hysterio’s exasperated expression and his face darkened. Ignoring the girl’s plaintive attempt to stop him, the other charged at Hysterio, fists swinging wildly. God, he was slow even for a civilian. Hysterio had to stifle his laughter as he moved silently and swiftly, obviously more than fifty times as fast as his erstwhile opponent stumbled to a stop again, looking around in bewilderment. Normally, Hysterio did not like to jump but this was an exception. Soaring rather high above the ground his shadow descended upon the hapless civilian. He used hardly excessive force, in fact, he may as well have been lifting a finger or looking at a feather, he put so little effort into tapping the opponent who was knocked flying, ending up sprawled on a hedge, narrowly missing a wall. The man tensed in fear as Hysterio stabbed a kunai into the tree trunk an inch from the man’s left eye. The man likely had wet himself but Hysterio did not care. Pulling out the kunai he held it so it glinted in the remains of the day light. The girl who had been with the opponent before was tugging on Hysterio’s arm in vain, but he ignored her, only releasing her boy friend when said friend fainted, his eyes rolling up, and his mouth almost literally foaming. Hysterio put his weapon away after cleaning it off a little on the grass, and then walked off.

Bored, he wandered the streets until he found an old man hawking pamphlets purporting to contain useful jutsu. Curious and rather bored, he picked up one of the pamphlets, and read a brief description. Interesting. Seemed to him that the jutsu worked by wait a minute. This read like it was torn from the library book he had been reading earlier….

A few short minutes later a certain man on the streets had been hauled off in the ninja equivalent of a paddy wagon, nobody besides the jailor would see him for some time. Meanwhile, Hysterio remembered finally about a jutsu he had been intending to learn for quite some time. Gathering one of the scrolls and a lot of senbon, he made the necessary hand seals and slammed his hand on the ground. Not working. He tried again, applying chakra to the seal on the paper, and a senbon vanished. Many sweaty moments later, he had managed to seal all of 20 senbon into a single scroll. Wheezing with exhaustion he sat back and relaxed, letting the dusk air wash over his face. God he needed a shower. Still, he had some stuffs to learn. He got up and picked up his scroll and a now empty weapon pouch. Walking off to the training grounds, he stumbled over a book. By sheer dumb luck it appeared that the book was about a technique he had heard of before, but was interested in only some what. It was one of the techniques which he had thought was interesting but not enough to actually try to learn by him self. However, if he had it would prove quite an interesting technique to try to use, though he did not like that the technique surrounded the user with scrolls that they could not see past, at least the scrolls did not get in the way much and the user could move at the same time. That was a cheerful thought indeed. He took a deep breath and tried putting the scrolls down on the ground. The first bit was to move them with his chakra.

Reaching out he tried to lift a single scroll out but boy was this a lot harder or what than casting genjutsu. At least with genjutsu you only flirted with the airy fairy stuffs and did not have to move anything. This was similar to moving earth like in the Moving Earth Core jutsu the difference being he had no real connection to paper. He reached out, feeling the chakra burn in his stomach, the effort becoming exhausting, he had not done these jutsu types of movements so long, he needed to add them to his daily training regimen or something. So far though he could not be happy with his progress. Anxious to burn some time he examined the area around him.

An ant carrying an egg walked along the ground, to the front and rear were some more just like it, though not all of them carried eggs. Instead some of them carried little bits of human food or dead animals depending on the size of the ant these were literally dead animals or just insects or a larger size. Hysterio could have sworn he saw some ninja symbols on little bands but he was not sure, and when he shook his head to clear it, a poof of smoke where the ants had been obscured their area and when it finally cleared after he stared at it long enough the ants and their little tracks had apparently all been swept away by the wind. He got up from where he had been lying on the ground and began stretching again, his body aching from where it had collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. He was feeling better now so he began taking in the scenery around him. A nearby shrub was covered in ants which were suspiciously familiar looking, eating up the honey that dripped down from a broken hive, which was nestled on the paw of a sleeping bear. The bear was itself sleeping on top of a pile of logs, the stumps from which they had been removed sitting only a few meters away. Hysterio had his gaze follow up into the sky where the clouds looked so peaceful…

He woke up again having drifted off, his thoughts having previously rambled on and on and going into circles. He took a deep breath… picked his broken body up off the ground… and walked off to get a hamburger. Returning with a hamburger, he was pleasantly surprised to see his gear still on the ground. Tearing noisily into his ham burger he began thinking over his next move. Eventually, after eating the burger and more than a little of the paper wrapping it only some what by accident, he stood up, getting to his feet slowly and creakily, his next move thought out.

He put each of the scrolls next to him, and began pouring his chakra into the air. An inefficient method to be sure but he could not choose to be picky at his level of skill. He forced the chakra through the air towards the scrolls, willing the wind to help him pick them both of them yes both of them up. The two budged slightly though this may have been the wind instead, the scrolls being unrolled and quite able to catch a lot of the wind that was prevailing as the primary form of weather at the moment. He tried again, encouraged by a possible sign of progress and the scrolls magically began to rise into the air. Then a wind gust caught them and they blew away. Hysterio spent the next while running through the village trying to catch up the scrolls, and then returning to every person who had laughed at him, beating the living day lights out of them while holding the scrolls in between his right arm and his torso. To be fair he wrote with his left hand but that matters little to the ninja.

Arriving at a less windy place, he tried the trick again, and only had an issue with a puppeteer out to play pranks for a few minutes before the trussed up body of the puppeteer could later be found in the midst of some rather poky shrubs. Now that he had finally found him self undisturbed, he tried moving the scrolls again. It was working. It WAS WORKING!!!!! He cautiously took a step towards the scrolls, happy and curious to see what would happen if he pushed on them. He almost made it but the scrolls began rotating around him and shifted position to account for this. Cool! HE wished he had a Byakugan now so that he could learn how to use it like a turret and aim all around him with the weapons. It would take a while though for this to become reality, and a lot of senbon to be sure, but it would be worth while. He took a deep breath and tried releasing the senbon he had stored.

A barrage sprayed all over the place, killing an unfortunate bear, nearly taking out a missing ninja, and shredding several shrubs. Dang, he had the basic idea down but he needed to refine his technique so that he could aim it. He tried moving the scrolls through the air and this proved easier now that he had done it once already. However… he might be able to run with them moving! He began running around the training grounds, picking up the senbon he had sprayed every where. Unfortunately, even though he did not have much experience with the technique, he got distracted and forgot he did not have the Byakugan, and ran straight into a tree, his glasses sent flying. Struggling to his feet he stumbled around half blind. Eventually he found the darn glasses and gave the tree a good kick for good measure, the tree splinters scattering into fine dust where he hit the tree with his shoe. Satisfied with his work so far, he finished picking up the lots of senbon and putting them into the weapon pouch he had previously emptied and discarded. Then he picked up the scrolls and one under each hand marched off to go get some sleep. Of course, Hysterio would walk over to his apartment rather slowly but he would get there and eventually find his place and get some rest. Soon another day would surely come.

(exit)

*****
(2400 wc, claiming:

12 stats = 1200 ryo
500 wc towards http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t22717-generic-sealing-technique?highlight=generic+sealing
1900 wc towards http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t26247-twin-rising-dragons)