[Training] Waves

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Standing by the shores of the great ocean of Kirigakure that wrapped around the large island a young shinobi sat folded legged on the sands with his hands placed gently on his knees. His bare chest only covered by the remnants of an old flak jacket marked with several trinkets he had collected over the time and a kabuki mask or to be more specific the mask of a Kappa hanging from his belt. As he gazed over the ocean he thought to himself over his purpose in the mist, yes he was but an academy student but it truly was up to him to become something of a legendary warrior or rather something of use to the village. Shinobi, especially children, were something of filler when it came down to it but as he sat there watching the waves roll in and out he couldn't help but feel a further connection to the ocean. Like the rolling waves the life of a shinobi was one of grand showmanship and roaring pride but soon drifted and fell flat on the shore only to be succeeded by the next wave and the next wave still. Was he just as unimportant as a wave? Why should he struggle if it was all for naught? The thoughts haunted him somewhat but as a mere child he dared not dwell to much on them. Instead he occupied his mind with the thoughts of what he could do to temper the steel that was his body. To put his own body through the crucible so that he may be purged of impurity through the eternal flames of training as many shinobi had done before him. Wujing was nothing special and because of this mere fact he felt pressure to finally become something more than himself, to strive and prove himself worthy of the Kirigakure Headband he wished for.

Standing up slowly as his bare feet felt the crush of softened black sand beneath his feet he gazed over the water with a smile on his face. Today would be the start of something new, the start of something that was more of himself and he would start with the technique that very day they had learned in class. Several hours ago he had been following the usual schedule of class routine, coming in as early as he could and sitting up the back so that he might sketch or look out the window as class went on. Usually here they would talk on and on about the pride of the mist and it's origins, about where chakra flowed from or the etiquette of the shinobi but Wujing had other things on his mind, namely that of the world outside those walls. Confinement had never sat right with the white mamba of the mist even in small doses such as this, walls meant that he was distant from the outside and although he wished to cease doing nothing to continue doing nothing although with the slight variation of being outside he couldn't help but think it would be more pleasant to lay upon the grass as opposed to laying head down on his desk. Although this went on there was one thing that sparked Wujing's interest in class that day, this was the day they would finally learn how to perform a small jutsu. One that may have been overlooked by others but for all intents and purposes was as valuable as even the highest of S-Rank Jutsu. The replacement technique.

At the head of the class stood his Chuunin Teacher, a thin looking man with bandages about his face and dulled eyes that had looked as if it had seen far more students fail than succeed and thus had all but given up on life. As he stood in his darkened sage flak jacket tapping a small senbon to his chin he examined the class looking over his potential guardians of the future with a look of a father who had to tell his famous ballerina daughter that she may never dance again. With a heavy sigh he began to speak “So...The Replacement technique is an essential skill of any shinobi...” he stated pointing towards the large chalk board behind him which depicted that of a log, a puff of smoke and a shinobi. “Essentially when an opponent, y'know, comes at you...you simply utilise some base chakra to shift your position with the nearest object whilst clouding your body with a puff of smoke...Look it's the most basic technique” he continued placing his hands above his head “Honestly? Fail this and you've basically failed at being a shinobi...”


The phrase rang true in Wujing's head. If he failed at this, he had failed at being a shinobi. If he failed at this, how could he even call himself a shinobi? This was the most basic of basics. This was the starting line and just as he viewed this day as the first step of a journey so too would this technique be the first technique on his path of the ninja. Taking a moment he clasped his hands together gathering chakra from the grand well of chakra in the stomach of every shinobi, feeling the chakra thrash and crash about as it rocked to and fro before flowing through the channels in his body, manoeuvring around the pathways of the body flowing like water as they swirled and swirled further. Wujing began to control his breathing, slowly breathing in for five seconds as he felt the swelling of chakra continue to move about his body like cooling water moving through a stream he felt the chakra swelling until he began to push it downward to his feet making a hand sign and exhaling as he released the chakra in small smoke puffs at the balls of his feet allowing the smoke to exhume from his ankles as it swelled over his body and in one swift motion he reached out to grab the closest -....Nothing. He had forgotten. He had no object to replace himself with and with that he slapped his forehead “Right...Idiot! Hah.” he chortled as he began to shake his head at his foolish action.

Taking a moment to walk along the beach he made note of anything he could replace himself with, a hunk of sand, a small pebble, small things but nothing too outstanding that would be worth the replacement. As he strolled along the shore it was there that he found it just out of reach or rather a little ways down the shoreline. Starting to rush along the rim of the ocean he smiled as he watched his bare feet press upon the sand and spread the water just beneath the sand causing small little ripples as he ran, it always amused him the small things in life like that and as a child there was something mystical about the act of seeing the water disperse. Deliberately he would press his weight somewhat on the sand a little harder at times to see the water seperate in different ways, water truly was something that amazed the young Senju. As he finally approached the object he extended his arm down to the oak log covered in seaweed and dampened by the ocean, he lifted the log overhead to test it's weight – it certainly had become lighter as was the nature of drift wood but it would be a fine replacement object for the time being and so once again he began.

Holding still for a moment he prepared his breathing once more, inhaling slowly as he placed the log down and allowing the chakra to well around his feet once more. Counting back from five he began to focus in on pushing the chakra out in small puffs. One after the other, slowly churning outward as it covered his body, the puffs moving around his ankles and spiralling up as he looked in amazement as he began to see the smoke reach the height of his body. In one swift motion his hand jutted outward, grabbing the log and placing it where he had been and switching places in an instant before folding his arms and nodding. “Hah...I guess I'm not so bad after all.” he muttered to himself.

[Terribly sorry about that, my mistake!]

[Training Henge Jutsu
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Placing his hands a top his head and breathing out a large gust of wind the young shinobi gave something of a laugh to himself, this day was surely one of great accomplishment but so too had it given him quite a lot to think about, notably if these were the techniques every shinobi could produce and he could only just grasp them what chance did he have in his future? Knowing the life of a shinobi was like talking with lions to he for it was so bizarre, his parents weren't even shinobi and had no experience of such things, his friends were all carnival folk or actors and he? He was expected to lead this life with no clear master in sight, no, instead he would have to rely on himself but he didn't fear or rather he tried not to. What was he able to do with his kabuki experience but hope that there was someone whispering lines to him? Giving a sigh once more he watched as the mist escaped his lungs, deciding that the best course of action when worrying about all of this array of activity was simply to lay down on the sand beneath him and contemplate what to do next. He certainly needed to train, and he did aim to do so but something about this place he had in the world left him nauseous and worried. Could he really be a shinobi? Sure he didn't even have his headband yet but perhaps, just perhaps there was a chance he might be able to hold a torch to other kirigakure ninja. The clouds were obscured by a thin mist that often hung above the trees, watching it drift by he couldn't help but smile, there had to be some truth in that mist hiding the truth, was this life the same? Perhaps in a way he would find something of himself in training and so training he would begin to find an answer to that question - was he worthy?

To start he knew he would have to increase his control of the well of chakra within his stomach but to do so he could not simply sit by the ocean and muse, no he needed a guide, somebody who could actually aid him in growth. He didn't know who that may be, but within the mighty village walls he assumed he may find what he sought. This would have to wait though as he had an idea, the final piece of his homework was a small technique known as the transformation jutsu, something he quite enjoyed. The concept was that of weaving chakra around ones body to make a light coat of chakra that disguised the body as something it was not, for example a tea pot made to look like a basketball or a cat made to look like a dog though the idea of a dog to look like a human would be quite unique and harder to perform. The technique had always intrigued Wujing. The notion of the technique was simple enough but in terms of how it would function would it be like the others? He was becoming used to how the chakra felt in his stomach churning around as he made the handsign needed and closed his eyes allowing his chakra to swirl down to his ankles for a moment before seeping out in one puff of smoke forming over his body in a spiralling formation as he felt his body warp and change.

The chakra formed over his body and in an instant his form had changed so drastically, so outlandishly that his eyebrows were slightly higher than before. "No one will know who I bees with brows like these..." he rhymed to himself. For a moment he realised, or rather the technique fully revealed itself, this was a techinique that quite literally changed the shinobi physically, there was no gender, race, class or simply clan, there was but the image that held before him and this image of a perfect being outside of restraints of gender, class, race or creed enticed young Wujing making the young boy think, if he could be anybody that surely anybody could be he and thus what was he? What was Wujing but a fleeting moment. His pupils bolged as he fathomed this almost shouting out loud "Wait...Am I just an illusion!?" before truly sussing out the metaphysical of what it meant to be a shinobi

Giving a small nod to himself he felt as if he had accomplished what he needed to do, his homework and thus it was sufficient enough training to approach somebody to teach him what it meant to be a shinobi. Who that would be was up in the air but he had a feeling that inside the walls of Kirigakure would be far better than simply waiting out by the shore where he could run into who knows what.

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