A day to train.

The sun shone brightly down upon the golden sands of the desert as Tenno repeated the drill he had been doing all morning. his hands flew through the combination of punches and blocks as he had been instructed several hours previous. His mind was focused on these movements as he preformed them faster and faster trying to ignore the nagging feelings and instincts he felt deep inside. "you're weak... why even bother.." came the voice of his father again as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "you can't kill... you're too afraid... too weak.." the voice came again as Tenno tried to shut it out.

Taking a break from the exercises Tenno took his leave of the instructors to get some weights before running laps. He selected two twenty pound leg weights and two ten pound arm weights before making his way to the track which was little more then a beaten stone circular path. He took position at the start before starting off at a quick jog. He hoped to get a few laps in during which he'd increase his pace after each lap.

He made it up to a brisk run before the voice echoed in his mind again, "you're nothing but a disappointment..." The sudden thought made his miss a step and come tumbling down to to ground. Tenno sat up after a few moments gasping for breath fighting back from yelling out in frustration. On missions he was cool and level headed, but during any sort of training his father's cruel words echoed throughout his head. His father had not wanted him to become a ninja and had tried all he could to stop him.

Slamming his fist into the ground, Tenno stood with a grunt. His father would not get the better of him just yet. Taking off at a sprint Tenno ran the path till he collapsed in the soft sand next to it. He laid there for nearly an hour trying to catch his breath. His arms ached from the weights and his legs felt like jelly.

"you do not control me father...." he whispered to himself as he made his way sluggishly back to the equipment stand, returning his leg and arm weights. Heading off for a quiet patch of shade and soft sand Tenno decided it would be wise to meditate and recover his strength.

He placed himself in a cross legged position under an overhanging rock formation. He had gone to this place many times and had stashed a box of paper here. little slips that were easy enough to channel chakara through. Tenno had a wind nature chakara and he had been practicing changing the nature of his chakara as it left the body. It was good training for his stamina as each time he could keep it up a little longer.

In his training with his father Tenno had never been able to even cause the paper top move or change. Since leaving and coming to the village he had been able to create small tears in the paper. He could feel his chakara becoming more precise and strong. The paper between his hands ripped slightly and Tenno let out a sigh before tossing it to the wind and starting again. He refused to work with the partially ripped paper. If he would ever succeed it would be with a new sheet and he would rip it in half with his chakara. 

He continued on in this manner till he felt as though he had no chakara left. He arms and legs felt heavy and his eyes could barely stay open. He took this as a sign to hold off for the night and return to his apartment. He decided against eating and went straight to bed mentally preparing himself for another long day of training the next day.