Malorens Solo Training

Maloren arrived at the training grounds in the early afternoon. The sun was high and bright in the sky, bearing down with it's oppressive heat and brightness. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and a light breeze blew through the training ground as he arrived, adding a slightly ominous effect on the area. He moved over to the training dummies near the pond that was in the training ground and cracked his neck, and worked his shoulders, trying to get loosened up a bit. Today he intended to learn his families Mountain Crusher technique today. This technique involved shooting a large wave of condensed chakra point blank range, to both damage them and shoot them back into environmental hazards, such as trees, or rocks in the area. He had intended to be here earlier today, but the missions caught his attention and he was forced to postpone his training. Now however he needed to finish this before the end of the day if he wanted to meet his personal goal. He certainly didn't mind trying to do so, but he wished he had more time. This couldn't always be helped though, so he had to work with what he had. He wiped a bead of sweat from his eye and sighed. He hadn't even started training yet and he was already starting to sweat. He shook his head at the thought and decided to remove his shirt to hopefully let him cool down a bit more. He hung it up on a nearby branch and left his socks, and combat boots on the round near them. He then proceeded to walk back toward his training kozai~I mean dummy for the day and began to think. 

His missions earlier today had been with two genin he hadn't known. He figured they may become his teammates if they hadn't already. He didn't have a problem with that, as both of them seemed to be fairy competent, and efficient. First you had the Uchiha, as Maloren liked to call him, as the guy hadn't said his name once in any of the missions. Even after Maloren and the other teammate introduced himself. From what Maloren knew so far the guy had talent in his sharingan eye techniques, and fire style. Big surprise right? An uchiha that can use his eyes and breath fire. Still though, the kid hadn't obtained that incredibly arrogant demeanor that he'd heard was legendary in the clan of the past. So that was a good thing right? Then you had Queen, a tall, beautiful, blonde haired, and lilac eyed teammate. Maloren admittedly thought she was gorgeous. And couldn't help developing a crush on her from the moment he saw her. From what he could tell the girl had speed,  and strength in spades. This told him she must've been a taijutsu user. The technique she used to obliterate half the konoha forest when they needed to destroy that tree was certainly powerful. The interesting thing about that technique is that Maloren didn't see any chakra in it at all. It was sheer compressed air with the will of the taijutsu user, making it an incredibly potent technique and incredible technique, and one that made him wary of fighting her in the future. 

His could definitely see his team going far and performing missions quite easily. This of course made him especially pleased, as it would allow them all to progress as shinobi. As well as make them money, which was always a plus right? Another added benefit was that the Uchiha and Queen seemed to know each other from previous training and missions. This would be useful as well, as they would have built up a rapport with one another, and be used to working with one another. This would allow him to integrate himself into the missions and any possible training quickly. Once they trusted his capabilities after all, then they would be a real team. He nodded his head as these thoughts and more crossed his mind in the early afternoon sun. He needed to get back on track, after all he was there to train. Not think about his teammates. No matter how beautiful one of them was. He did a few light stretches, toe touches, arm stretches, and the like. Before settling down in front of a training dummy. 

The technique would require him to compress a large amount of chakra into the palm of his hand and force it out at once in a large wave. The sheer force of the chakras exit would blast the target back at high speed. Hopefully into something even more painful, like a rock structure, or one of the massive trees that existed in the land of fire, or some of the heads of some of his fellow konoha shinobi. Any of those options would be lethal if the situation presented itself. He dropped into his gentle fist stance, main leg back, off leg forward, arms out with palms open and a slight curve to allow for quick, more precise movements. He then activated his dojutsu, his vision became black and white, and his vision expanded exponentially. He also had x-ray vision, and he briefly thought about the implications of using that to peak on the female shinobi of the village. This thought of course left his head as quickly as it began as he would of course be murdered in a blind rage if he did something to utterly retarded. He focused his eyes on the dummy before him and began to channel and compress the needed chakra into his palm. He was starting with his main hand of course. But he would train in the other one as well, as you never knew when it could come in handy. He let the chakra build up until he had about as much as he needed for a Vacuum Palm. He knew that wouldn't be enough however, and so he added even more. He spread the chakra along the entirely of his palm as well, instead of in a fixed area like the Vacuum Palm required. He then thrust his hand forward and blasted the chakra out only to see...nothing happen. He blew upward, shifting his hair as he did so, in exasperation. He couldn't be surprised of course, it was first time attempting the technique. But he did hold hopes for at least having some idea of what to do thanks to his Vaccuum Palm training. Unless of course he DID have the right idea, but didn't use enough chakra. This thought made his eyes widen as he used a decent chunk of it for that attempt. 

He stood before the training dummy, intent in testing this idea. Sweat began to form on his body now that he was actually training and the sun seemed to get hotter and hotter as the day went on. "I wonder why it's called the land of fire..." He thought sarcastically as he channeled an even larger amount of chakra into the palm of his hand. He spread it out along his hand and fired it with another blast of chakra. Once again, nothing happened. He sighed and gave a slight shrug, he would have to think of what he was doing wrong. Which didn't really bother him at all, using your brain increased it's own capabilities after all. He looked down at his hand and wondered about what he was doing wrong. He was channeling the chakra into the palm, and then firing it with another blast of chakra. From what he knew that should  do it, he thought as he contemplated what he needed to change. It was at that moment that he had an idea, from what he could tell the chakra was leaving his hand, but not in the lethal, destructive manner in which he wanted it to. This told him that he needed to compress the chakra after all, which made sense as the chakra in his palm had been just that, chakra pushed to a location and then shoved out forcefully. Which did a whole lot of nothing without the compression. 

He stood before the dummy once more, forcing the chakra into his hand as did so, and compressed an even larger amount than before. building up its pressure steadily until it was ready to explode. He shoved his palm forward and shot another was of compressed chakra through his hand, forcing all of the chakra out at once in a wave and slamming into the dummy. The dummy however didn't seem to take much damage. It certainly didn't fly back like it should have. He sighed and shrugged again, at least he was on the right track. He proceeded to stand before the training dummy again and channel even more chakra. This time he would need to force even more chakra into his palm. Obviously it hadn't been enough before. Maloren quickly forced the chakra to form in his palm, before compressing it immensely. Making it stronger, and forcing it to build up to obscene levels. These attempt should be stronger than the last one by far. He decided as he forcefully compressed even more chakra. He then thrust the arm foward, and launched the chakra out all at once, becoming a lethal wave of chakra that slammed into the intended target and uprooted it instantly, sending it flying backward into one of the large, sturdy trees the land of fire was known for, and blowing up into a cascade of splinters. 

He sighed contently as he finally managed to perform the technique with his main hand. He would of course need to learn how to fire it from his offhand before considered it as learned, but that shouldn't be a problem at all. He briefly considered a break before shaking his head. He only got it down once, he would need to practice it a few more times before he could be happy with the progress in his main hand. He moved forward to the tree, not wanting to obliterate more training dummies until he was actually practicing with his off hand. He fell into the gentle fist stance that he knew so well. He channeled the chakra once more, compressing it, and forcing it to grow to ridiculous proportions before blasting it out once more. The result was a huge gash in the tree he was aiming for, one that signified that he had gotten the technique down perfectly with his main hand. He nodded his head with a small smile gracing his features before he looked up at the sky again. The sun had gotten hotter again, or at least it seemed that way to him. And a layer of sweat covered his body as he debated taking a small break and going for a swim to cool off. The idea became more and more appealing to him as time went on, and he finally relented and made for the tree where he decided his clothing would live for the day. He removed his pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxers, and hung them near his shirt. He then turned and moved toward the pond with the intent to explore it's depths as thoroughly as possible. He jumped up into the air as he reachd the body of water and dove in, keeping his hands forward should he hit the bottom like he did with his old friend Junko. 

He came back up and shook the water from his hair as he leaned against the edge of the pool and sighed in content. The water was just as 'ed hoped, nice and cool. He could feel his overheated body relax as the conflicting temperature battled against the oppressive heat of the day. He took a few moments to swim around below the water as well, getting a good feel for how deep the pool was. He returned to the surface and leaned along the edge of the pond in thought as he considered all that was going on in his life at the moment. His new teammates after all were just one thing that had happened recently. There was his new sensei, Risako, and how his own family was reacting to his quick increase in power. His family was extremely proud of him, and wanted to see him before as powerful as possible to truly represent their clan. That however was ALL they cared for, his representation of the clan. He knew for a fact that if he hadn't been a strong as he was they'd just as soon treat him as if he weren't even there. This cold truth filled him with anger at how shallow and callous they treated their 'family' but that was life. He wasn't weak, and so they were proud. That was all there was to it in his opinion, it's not like he intended to be weak. 

Than there was Risako, he didn't know what to think of the pretty Chunin that had helped him add the sixty-four palms to his repertoire. She seemed cold, and aloof. But he couldn't help but shake the feeling of that just being her natural way. He liked being around her either way, as he preferred to spend time with something in the peace and quiet, something that she enjoyed as well. The thing about it thought was how he felt about her. He liked her, a lot, and he had no idea how to go about this. He liked a lot of girls after he first met them, it was one of his annoying habits. But he actually LIKED Risako, he was attracted to her and her uniquely colored eyes instantly. They almost matched his own in color, only they had a more silvery color to them, adding in to their appeal. He just didn't know what to do about her, and it confused him greatly. He figured however that things like that would work out for them in the end. He cracked his neck as he waded in the water, enjoying the feel of the cool water as his last thinking topic came to mind. His sensei, was a powerful woman, to be sure. But he didn't really know at this point how far he could trust her. She helped him nail down more of his techniques than even he thought possible, and was probably the sole reason his clan saw him for the powerhouse that they did. But he didn't know what her actual goals were. She said she was a friend to his clan, even had his clan necklace to prove it. But that could have been taken off a dead Hyuuga at any time. It wouldn't have been hard to do so. She was also obscenely powerful, demonstrating the ability to use scorch release, sage mode, advanced water techniques, and brutally fast and silent assassination techniques. That was just what she'd shown him so far! For all he knew she could have a huge amount of power that he had simply never seen, and considering who it was. He wouldn't put it past her. 

Than there was her offer of more power. More power than he knew what to do with as long as he basically served her. Sure she mentioned she would never make him do anything that was against his village, but could he even stop her if she changed her mind? Plus all power had a price. Would his be servitude to her? Or did she consider that to be one of the benefits? There were some pretty twisted people in this world, and anyone that obtained that level of power was twisted in some way. That was one of the common facts of shinobi life. The stronger you became, the more you had to see to get there, and the more twisted you became on the way. The woman had two fully manifested sharingan eyes and scorch release. Could she have even more bloodlines? He could rule out her wanting to take his as she had plenty of time to do so already. It also never served to make your targets stronger when all you had to do was stick them with the pointy end of a kunai and pluck out an eyeball or two...or three depending on how creative you get. Was that her offer of power? Other bloodlines to master to become even more powerful? The only one he was mildly interested in was the Sharingan because when combined with the gentle fist one become nigh unstoppable in hand to hand combat. But at what cost would that come for? Besides if she gave him the power, it stood to reason that she could always take it back. These thought and more plagued his mind as he wondered if he could trust her whatsoever. He didn't even know her name. She wouldn't tell him, so he just referred to her as sensei. No, he couldn't trust someone like that, he'd use her to get her to help him train. But then he'd bid her adieu and continue to progress himself. 

As these thoughts progressed in his mind he realized the day had only gotten later and he quickly hopped out of the pond to continue his training once more. He intended to have the Mountain Crusher fully learned before he left, and he was getting hungry. Yup, Maloren had his priorities straight all right..Training and THEN food. He moved back toward the training dummies and picked out another one..in fewer pieces. His body still wet and cool from the water, and he didn't bother to redress as his boxers covered everything that needed to be covered on the male anatomy. He dropped down into the now more comfortable gentle fist stance, with one major difference. The sides were now reversed. His dominant hand was forward, and his off hand was back. This would allow him to practice with the technique in the correct motions. He began the channel chakra through his hand, remembering that with the Vacuum Palm that his offhand took a bit more chakra than his main hand. He increased the chakra he compressed into his palm by a fair chunk and performed the same action as before, thrusting the palm forward and unleashing the chakra he had built up in one motion. 

The chakra shot out of his palm like a bat out of hell. it struck the training dummy full force, but didn't do anything close to what it had done before. For one the dummy remained rooted in place, secondly the damage to it was negligible at best. This meant he needed to force more chakra into the technique for it to work properly with his off hand. He dropped back into the stance and began to force and compress the chakra in the necessary ways again. This time he forced a much large amount of chakra into the attack, almost trying to blow the dummy sky high. He then proceeded to compress it down as much as possible, feeling the strain of the chakra in his palm. He'd had to get used to this feeling if he wanted to pull off this technique with both hands though. He felt the chakra compress to a satisfactory point and then thrust his palm forward again, forcing chakra through the opening to make the chakra come out. The resulting wave of energy equaled what he had performed earlier. The chakra blast easily uprooting the training dummy and shooting it backwards. The dummy of course exploded against another tree, causing the dummy to join it's wooden brethren in the tree afterlife. "Some assembly required.." He thought with a chuckle as he worked the cramp out of his hand. He had pulled it off, but now he needed to get used to shooting it out of his offhand so that he could continue fighting without it cramping up. Something so simple and stupid had been the cause of countless shinobi deaths. 

He moved before the now damaged tree and decided that it was a danger to people that might be training. As such the tree became his new target. He dropped into his reversed stance again and began to channel his chakra once more. Compressing it, shaping it, shifting it to his palm he loaded as much chakra as possible into his palm, this time to feeling being much easier to handle before taking a deep breath. He steadied his stance before blasting the chakra out just like before. The energy leaving his palm in a rush and slamming into the tree with the force of a freight train. The force of the wave easily tore the tree up from the ground and force it down...into another tree. Which fell into another and knocked it up as well. Which fell into yet again another tree, and another, and another, and another. This pattern continued until the attack had accidentally uprooted and knocked over a good six trees in the training ground. "Dominoes...Konoha Syle.." He thought as he felt an eye twitch at the damage he had accidentally caused. 

He moved over to the middle of the field at this point, the suns heat slowly dissipating as it sank toward the horizon. He could practice without a target now that he knew what the completed technique felt like. He pumped his arm full of the life energy that almost all shinobi possessed. Channeling it, compressing it, and finally forcing it out of his palm once more. The energy ripped out into the air and looked a lot like a white blast of chakra. Maloren for some odd reason had to stop himself from trying it with both hands and yelling "Kamehameha". He wouldn't give it much thought...The most important part of all this however was that the technique had felt completely natural with his offhand. Which in his mind had meant that he had completed the technique. Now that he was at point he began to stretch and work his body around to give himself a little more energy. The sun now quite low in the sky had meant that he had been out here for quite sometime. He slowly moved over to his clothes, the sun having dried him off naturally by now. He cracked his neck as he moved and smiled softly at the small breeze that graced his features. Almost as if mother nature herself was congratulating him. He dressed himself and began to move toward home, and the food that he would soon be inhaling as if his life depended on it. His family would of course be proud of his accomplishment. Not many genin Hyuuga managed to make the Mountain Crusher their own, and those that did were considered prodigies by the majority of their peers. 

He made his way home slowly, knowing the food would be there when he arrived and being quite tired from the training. He had every intent of just going home, eating and passing out. He felt like he could sleep for a week. He moved through the konoha streets as the sun crept lower and lower into the sky, waving and saying hello to those he recognized on the way home. It wouldn't due to be rude after all, he 'represented' the clans best and brightest. He snorted at that thought as finally arrived home and showered before sitting down to eat. It had been a good day indeed. First he had met his new team, finished a couple of missions, and finally claimed the mountain crusher as his own. He would take the next couple of days in rest as a reward for a job well done in his mind. After all if you didn't reward yourself, who would? He finished his meal, after eating seconds and third, as he hadn't eaten that day and finally moved toward his room and pass out with the intent to begin the day anew tomorrow. 

WC 4007 claiming This and 20 stats

[size=62]Maloren awoke very slowly that particular morning as opposed to other mornings. The haze of his dream and sleep addled mind willing to dissipate as quickly as it usually did. As he fought for consciousness he tossed and turned before finally slowly opening his eyes to greet the dawn sun that barely managed to peak over the horizon and into his window. He sat up slowly and stretched, letting out a groan as he did so and yawning before finally getting out of bed. Today would be a fairly busy day. He cracked his neck as he usually did, his hands reaching up to apply opposite force to cause any discomfort from the previous night’s sleep to pop out. He slowly made his way into the bathroom and began to shower, the hot water washing away the last of his sleepiness. After a while he finished in the shower and dressed into his usual attire of a T-Shirt and cargo pants. He would be training today, so he didn’t want to wear anything nicer if it was just going to get dirty. He then proceeded to move downstairs for breakfast, grabbing a scroll on the top of his dresser he went, and clipping it to his belt. The scroll had quite a few new taijutsu moves listed into it. Ones that did not pertain to the gentle fist style. He couldn’t simply rely on his clan’s style if he were to succeed as a shinobi, he needed to be well rounded. Which meant branching out into different styles in order to become a truly fearsome power on any battlefield. [/size]


[size=62]He arrived downstairs for breakfast and ate a meal of eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. The eggs being easy to digest, the bacon being good fatty protein for energy, and the toast, which was buttered to kick start to metabolism. The orange juice was just a good fruit supplement. After eating he put his dishes away and bid his parents goodbye for the day, after warning them of course that he might be late before returning home. He then proceeded to leave his home and move toward his favorite training ground. He moved in silence the entire time, deciding to dedicate the trip into getting prepared for the training that was to come. It would be a very long day for him and so on the way to the grounds he stopped by a local shop and bought a premade lunch box, some water bottles, and a couple of quick snacks to keep his energy up through the day. He moved toward the training ground and finally arrived just as the sun was starting it’s lazy trek through the sky. It had to be about eight o’clock in the morning. Which was perfect for Maloren as that gave him plenty of time. His favorite training ground included a small lake that had a bit of sand around it, so he went there and halfway buried the water bottles in it in order to keep them cool. He also placed the lunchbox and snacks nearby them so that he wouldn’t have to go far for them before moving away from them a bit and pulling out the scroll. Inside was a list of quite a few taijutsu techniques that he intended to learn today, or at least in the near future. [/size]


[size=62]The first on the list of techniques was a well known attack in the leaf villages taijutsu archives. It was known as the Leaf Rising Wind. it involved a high kick above the head with the back slightly postured back. The intent of the attack was to launch an opponent into the air where they could be further controlled by the attacker who was usually a speedy taijutsu user that could capitalize on the vulnerability. He moved over to a nearby training dummy, he didn’t know if he would be able to kick it into the air with the technique, be he needed a target to practice on after all. He couldn’t just kick the air in this case. He moved before the dummy and took a deep before kicking up as high as he could, trying to get the kick to reach over his head. He couldn’t even manage to reach it over his chest however, which caused him a certain degree of annoyance. You see the gentle fist style didn’t rely on ones feet, so in most cases flexibility in terms of kicking was ignored in lou of being able to bend quickly at the waist and shifting foot work. This meant would need to become even more flexible, which he could certainly do. It was just a painful thing to do in most cases after all. He started by sitting on the ground and taking a deep breath. He then shifted his sitting position into what most people would simply refer to as “Crossing their legs” but instead of crossing them he met the soles of his feet together, pulled his feet as close to his body as he could, and laid them as flat against the ground as possible. This was good for flexibility, although it was painful. He would sit here for awhile until the pain went away before deciding to try the Leaf Rising Wind once more. He sat there for the better part of ten minutes before the pain fully went away and he stood up and stretched. Getting used to how his legs felt before attempting to kick something. He figured he’d regret things later if he didn’t. He then moved before the dummy again and attempted the kick again. This time the kick made it straight above his head, and his back posture was perfect. It however lacked the power to pull off anything truly useful. As it stood it would only manage to be a powerful kick to the jaw of most opponents, but that wasn’t good enough in this case. He needed it to be strong enough to launch them into the air. He nodded his head at his next goal and began to kick the training dummy as hard as he could. Giving it a relentless assault until he had gained the power needed to launch someone into the sky. [/size]


[size=62]As he kicked the dummy he began to consider things. As he was want to do when he got into a repetitive part of his training. He began to consider his current state of power, he was still a genin, which in his mind was unacceptable. He was easily chunin level at this point, but he needed a team for the chunin missions. He desperately needed to find a couple of partners that he could trust, after the last two abandoned him he wasn’t just going to take the next offer so lightly. As he was now he could probably even take down the two that abandoned him, and once he obtained the rank of chunin and gained access to more techniques he bet he could even do so handedly. But that was beside the point. They had abandoned him the rank themselves up and that was that. He would catch up, and proceed to leave them in the dust. That was just the type of shinobi he was. His thoughts began to dwell on what he could specialize in next. He couldn’t just succeed as a taijutsu user alone. He would need a broader spectrum of options if he were to succeed. He began to consider medical studies as he knew he would be in the thick of things more often than not and being able to heal oneself would be extremely useful in that regard. [/size]


[size=62]The medical specialty would allow him to heal his allies as well which would help him save lives and could become extremely useful on missions, plus with his byakugan he could easily see where the problems lie in the body and repair them. The more he thought of it the more he realized that medical studies were the best for him to learn next. So that was what he would do. He would need to rank up to chunin first though, as he didn’t have access to the techniques needed to do so until he became one. That wouldn’t be too difficult though, it would just require time, which he had plenty of. He stopped his kicking and noted that the dummy he was kicking was looking quite worse for wear. He had kicked a sizeable chunk into the side of the thing and he noted he should probably switch to another one. He shrugged and decided to finish this one off, after all he might as well. He reared back and kicked it as hard as he could and destroyed the rest of the dummy. A feat that was quick simple considering he had already kicked through half of it so it’s internal integrity wasn’t exactly up to par. [/size]
[size=62]He looked up into the sky and noted that he had been at the training ground for an hour. He must’ve zoned out when he began kicking the dummy to increase his kicking strength. It would certainly explain the sore feeling in his leg. He quickly realized that he would need to do a similar training method with the other one. With a resigned sigh he moved to another training dummy and began to kick that one as hard as he could with the opposite leg. The intent of course the increase the kicking strength in his non dominant leg so that he could easily perform the technique with either one if need be. He allowed his thoughts to zone out once more a he considered the crest his father had given him. He had finally attuned it to himself and awakened it. In fact he was wearing it now. He felt a great increase to his chakra, and his gentle fist techniques seemed to be even more powerful than before. He also seemed to respond better, or react quicker if you will to most things. He wondered if all of these things were because of the crest or if he had just become more powerful. He figured he’d keep the crest on either way, it wasn’t a bad fashion statement either way. Now if only he could get a set of practical robes that did more than look half decent. He soon realized he had been at it for another hour and it was now ten in the morning. He sighed as he gently rubbed his sore legs and decided it was time to practice the technique again. He cracked his neck in preparation.[/size]

[size=38]Maloren took a deep breath and moved to another nearby dummy and closed his eyes to focus on the technique he was about to do. He listened intently to his surroundings, taking in everything about his surroundings as he gained his focus. From the chirping birds to the gentle sloshing of the water in the nearby lake. He suddenly opened his eyes and kicked straight up, hard, and hit the dummy like a truck. His back posture was perfect and the dummy was ripped from the ground and into the air after the single strike. It seemingly levitated into the air, although he knew that it was just his natural reflexes seeing the dummy in the air before the force of gravity managed to turn it into it’s whipping boy. After a few seconds the dummy crashed to the ground in a mangled wooden heap and Maloren stood near it with a grin on his face. Now he just needed to practice with the other leg. He moved over to another nearby dummy and performed the exact technique to this one too. The posture and kick were perfect, the power more than enough to rip it from the ground and into the air like a rag doll.  It also seemed to float into the air before landing into a trash pile on the ground.  That was one technique learned, he had at least one more he wanted to learn today before he would even allow himself to call it quits. Luckily it was still fairly early so he should easily be able to pull it off with more than enough time to make it home for dinner.

2051 WC claiming leaf rising wind and 10 stats

I screwed up and posted it twice trying to fix it >.< Idk why it's in the black text.