Day Two

It was another one of those early days where Mitako woke up at the ass crack of dawn, ready to do some training to put himself ahead of where he was now. Of course, his training would be hindered by the fact that he had no live targets to train on. I mean, he could just start cutting down random people, but that was likely going to have consequences. He knew that Mizukage liked blood and all that, but he didn't know if that extended to the helpless or not. Rather than find out the hard way, Mitako focused on making something he could train himself with. Sand Clones! Of course, they probably couldn't be used to fight other people, but they could certainly take a hit or two for Mitako. 

Making his way to the training area near the Mizukage Monument, he readied his equipment, which consisted of a katana on his waist, and two ninjato strapped to his lower back. He would start with the katana, since that was what he was used too. Within the five meters allowed by his sand manipulation, he formed two clones. His goal, was basically, to take this new sand armor stuff, and master it by fighting two clones. The clones weren't as good as fighting a real opponent, but I mean, it helped. 

Ah fuck it. He wiped away the clones and just activated the sand armor. Mitako then just started running around and doing flip and stuff while wearing it, to make himself grow more accustom to it. If done correctly, he could use it to make himself withstand a variety of attacks, and even techniques.

[276 WC]

Tatsuo hadn't slept all night, hindered by the insomnia that haunted him frequently due to his demonic nature. However, unlike most normal people, he had grown accustomed to functioning on almost no sleep for the most part as long as he allowed his body rest he realized he didn't actually need a full nights sleep. Traversing the village on his way to the mizukage's monument where he hoped he would once again meet up with Mitako and learn some more techniques utilizing his sword. He was bent on becoming the greatest swordsman he could possibly be. Even though Tatsuo didn't truly believe in the idea of dreams, you could say that becoming a great swordsman was his "dream".

As he drew close to the monument, he noticed that Mitako was already present and training himself. He was surprised to see someone other than himself up so early in the morning and training so harshly this early as well. He made his way across the clearing towards Mitako at a normal pace and when he was within talking range he spoke to make his presence known so that he didn't seem like a stalker or creeper or whatever.

"Mitako, your up bright and early too huh? You must not sleep very much either do you?" His questions were less of actual questions and more like rhetorical ones since he cared not whether they were even answered or not. After he spoke, he simply awaited to hear what Mitako had in store for him for todays training session.

(WC: 256)