Tempering Steel.[Training topic, Solo.]

He's not sure what he expected when the Shinobi named Arashi led him and his acquaintances here, he's not sure how long he can stay in that apartment for free nor is he quite sure what he's supposed to be doing right now. He's wearing a headband with a star around his neck, joining it hanging loosely is a gas mask revealing a mouth with a nail sticking out of it, twirling slowly in between a young pair of lips as he slowly chews on it, getting looks of disgust and hatred, sometimes there's worry before there gaze travels to the symbol upon his neck and it turns into a sneer and they continue on. This place doesn't like Shinobi and suddenly he's back in the civilian section of Kumogakure, who don't quite understand why he does what he does and why these habits make him feel secure, why he walks around with such heavy clothing and goggles to keep his eyes from being seen and why the nails slowly vanish into his mouth without a trace and without injury to his person..He doesn't think he can quite explain what a Bloodline limit is to a civilian nor the people of Hoshigakure who seem to be content to cast judging eyes upon him which causes him to duck his head down and curl up a bit more.
He can't handle crowds that well, even those who understand how strange a subject is made him uncomfortable and his mind begins racing in most cases...In the case of these crowds? He runs, he breaks into a run avoiding crowds and people who clear into his path his already malformed hair trailing behind him as he sprints towards where he knows at least there's a place where if someone does find him, they'll most likely have felt the same eyes upon them as well and while they may not understand how he's wired to react the way he does, they may just leave him alone to his own devices enough where he can instead spend this time training himself to be up to par with other Genin he's seen in passing who even to his senses have chakra pools that dwarf his own, seem more toned, faster, more durable and while this is something to be praised...He's a Kumogakure Native and in Kumogakure, you carry your weight or you're relegated until you can prove that you have the potential to be strong.

His journey to the academy is an awkward time for him, training rooms filled with other Shinobi training their skills cause him to duck out just as quickly as he pokes his head in, none of the faculties seem large enough to truly suit his needs and..well...They're all full of people, his search eventually carries him out the back of the building, where he finds a small clearing off to the side, which is vacant at this time of day luckily enough for him..It's not in view of the city street, but their are clearly windows so he's in view of other Shinobi, not that he cares to keep his abilities a secret, strange looks aside he isn't really anything worth noting...At least, until he begins training and shows off a few of his more unique skills, currently...He needs to work on rounding himself out to a suitable manner otherwise he's going to very quickly fall behind even the likes of his friend...Who's name he can't recall, other things were taking up his attention and he missed his introduction...Oh...That's gonna be awkward later, he notes with a nervous frown before he instead focuses on a scroll he plucked from the library for Genin Level Ninja, he briefly glanced at the higher ranked sections but what he's found were called the Queensmen gave him a disapproving glance..Which caused him to instead keep his nose to the Lightning Element Jutsu classified as C-rank in nature and power, he found something suitable and very quickly decided he'd take it and leave.
So, he sits down and unravels the scroll, his eyes hidden behind yellow tinted lenses roaming over the scroll for a long while, looking carefully and slowly over the instructions of the technique that while similar to the techniques Yaju-Sensei attempted to teach him so long ago, seem more..in his skill level, the Chidori and Lightning Emperor simply require too much concentration and chakra for him to use reliably as a mere Genin and while such powerful jutsu would surely be a boon to himself...He's an odd one in that he'd much prefer reliable techniques to ones that while would probably win the fight if they landed...Would leave him in a state that he'd be incapable of continuing as well. He has a long term goal in mind, but for now..His intention is to grow strong enough so he can take missions and in turn, pay his rent when the inevitable time comes that he's asked to give back, perhaps if he makes a good showing and proves himself...He can ask one of the higher ups about who took his home and once he himself has gathered enough skill and power, he can take it back.
Thoughts of home breaks his concentration as a deep rooted guilt burns the back of his eyes and causes him to worry his bottom lip as he leans in further, he's a Kumo Shinobi...If the village was being taken, he should have fought to the death! He took an oath..It's as if his body was moving on auto-pilot after his injuries were received which thankfully were taken care of..He was traveling southwest at first, towards the sea...But then something ate at him to tell him to stay away, a strange fear even greater than before blasting him full force...Which caused him to flee towards what his look at a map tells him were the ruins of Iwagakure..And then he traveled all the way to Haven, Hoshigakure and signed in to become a citizen under threat of being forced to leave...They didn't force him to stay of course, this was a choice he's made as he doesn't believe he'd have survived out in the wilderness for much longer nor would have have the resources that even a newly instated Ninja village would have in order to help him grow in strength and clearly, another true authority of Kumogakure has traveled here, Akihana Akari of the Discipline Squad, so here's his best bet to not only take back his home, but to enlist help in doing so.
These thoughts cause a grimace to appear over his face, his eyes burning for once with not anxiety but slowly simmering rage and shame which begin to fill his gut as he grits his teeth the nail between them snapping as it becomes brittle and the other end drops into his lap to roll into the grass even as a brief shine appears over his body, only to vanish a moment later as he rolls up the scroll and slides it into his hooded jackets front sweater, he begins gathering and flowing chakra through his coils..And perhaps anyone with a dojutsu can see the strange tinge to his tenketsu as they alight and the way his chakra seems to replicate oil instead of water in how it flows through his spirit and bodily pathways before traveling to his hands, he begins flashing through signs before his palms extend outwards with a fierce eye and he allows a grunt of exertion to escape him as he attempts to flow and then nature change his chakra into the form and element he wishes it to come out as to form this particular Ninjutsu which is a very popular one for Kumogakure natives from what's he's seen.
His attempt is met with nary but a spark and a foot of ozone offending his nostrils which breaks his concentration briefly, but enough where he loses control of the technique and it disperses before he can attempt to increase the charge, he exhales harshly for a moment at the empty feeling that briefly fills him before he purses his lips and begins analyzing his first attempt. Raiton Jibashi, is a technique that expels a directed path of lightning nature chakra displaced into a static field charged into a tangible and very powerful current in order to assault a opponent from mid-range...He finds very quickly he was simply not directing it well enough and the power dispersed as it was not being properly guided, so he takes a small breath and then begins once again in order to complete the technique as he first intended, less power more direction this time. Learning new Ninjutsu is a particularly troublesome task for most Shinobi as it requires not only the proper instruction, but even with proper instruction one finds that it becomes a balancing act, power and control and the proper amount for both, a Ninjutsu specialist and their training is generally them simply attempting to cast the jutsu followed by them attempting to find the correct balance for themselves based on the level of spiritual and physical chakra into their bodies that come together to form the techniques they use. So, regardless..It becomes a game of doing, analyzing and then improving based upon the analysis.

So this afternoon quickly devolves into the young Cyborg attempting the same jutsu over, pausing, overlooking himself, reviewing the scroll and then attempting it again over a long period of time, in fact he has to pause about two hours from his beginning time as he's run quite low on chakra. A brief break for lunch has him wandering the streets once more, where briefly he has a run-in with a vendor who does not enjoy serving Shinobi, which causes him to duck and run instead of getting upset or mad..He simply moves on, finds a quiet place to eat some simple onigiri and recharge his reserves with a bottle of strawberry milk. He salts the rice balls as well, sugar and sodium he's found have a way of replenishing ones physical chakra while spiritual is replenished through simple rest and relaxation..Which he of course has a hard time doing when not in solitude, so he finds a bench out of the way in a nearby place which allows him to..enjoy how really pretty this city actually is for a time, the people..don't seem that happy however and seem quite worried or angry whenever he passes. The architecture is simply something he's unused to and culturally this is still quite a shock to him...He returns to the training field after a time and goes back to his game of trial and error, his chakra back to a decent level but at a certain point, he'll have to give it a rest for the day. After another hour or so of casting this jutsu, sweat beginning to gather over his brow and ragged breaths slipping past his lips, he can feel he's getting quite close and he begins going through the hand seals once more as chakra flows from his tenketsu and through to his arms and palms and finally, after a days hard work which should amount to more chakra in his pool and perhaps more strength due to his current level of exertion a picture perfect burst of lightning flows from his palms bursting outwards violently and he sweeps his arms to redirect it upwards, his eyes examining his handiwork for a moment before a small satisfied smile tugs at his lips and he releases the jutsu..It will require a few more days of performing in order to use it consistently, but he's gotten the levels perfect and can properly say he knows this jutsu now, he can't handle anymore today however, his body is already protesting his continuous casting of what for him is a chakra intensive technique and with a nod he settles his goggles and gas mask back in place as the sun begins to settle down...His walk home has his eyes trailing upwards to the stars..And he can see why he briefly heard this place called 'The City Blessed by the Stars' and the sight gives him a strange sense of ease as he finds..This so far is his favorite part of Hoshigakure..And perhaps he can grow to love this place as he once loved Kumogakure...He can, but..he doesn't. Not yet, not truly.
This isn't his home, after all.
His door opens and closes, his day coming to an end with sobering thoughts mixing with a feeling of satisfaction as he prepares himself for the evening and his days end, he sheds his large hooded jacket, his goggles and his gas mask and settles nearby the window to gaze outward once more, his eyes drawn to the sky and to the stars which give him a bit of comfort..It's brilliant really, how this city is covered by stars..In such a way that it's like the heavens really did bless them. He sighs softly and his lips curl into a soft frown as his shoulder leans against the wall beside the window, missing his home even as he takes in the sights outside.


[2,234 words, Claiming Raiton Jibashi and 11 Stats, got the math right this time ;D]