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Roku <3Citizen
Ryo : 2000
Training
Fri Apr 28, 2017 8:01 pm
Training. It was a boring regularity, something that had to happen to progress which was necessary for… survival. But it was so tedious.
Roku hated the idea of a training regimen more than anything. A regimen, it made sense, would take one out of connection with themselves. Though it would be within reason to practice on a schedule and continue using that time to learn one’s own jutsu, chakra, and specifications, if one were to train only when it felt right or when they were in the mood, it could lead to a sort of… The young boy racked his mind for the words, never having been taught the one he thought exactly necessary, if it even existed. Enlightenment, maybe? Self-enlightenment was something his mother had spoken of on more than one occasion, whereas his father was more firmly rooted in the idea of survival. Both of these traits had transferred to the unusually philosophical child. He sat up in his sleeping bag, frowning thoughtfully. The two reasons behind this were because he needed to think of what he would train as well as because he realized that the place he had camped was rather… lacking in security. Though it was in the middle of a plain, he had erected his tent about ten meters away from a well worn dirt path, and that was almost a cardinal sin. Regardless, there wasn’t anyone immediately in sight, and that allowed it to be a fairly valid practice ground. Roku packed up his supplies and set them beside him, taking a cross legged seat on top of the tall grass. From the road, it was expected, no one would see him; in truth, a little bit of the white portion of his hair was poking up just enough to be seen. His meditation went on regardless, right hand raised to his chest in a Tiger seal. A long time ago, he had been told that the element his chakra would most naturally work with at first was Earth. It was also a necessity, by logic, for him to try and learn some technique with it. The most basic was Rock Section Cane. The boy let out a sigh of concentration and closed his eyes, focusing his chakra into the ground in front of him.The ground started to raise slightly, crumbling but taking a cylindrical form. Roku was surprised, his concentration wavering enough for it to stop. Instead of allowing himself to get distracted by the speed at which he seemed to be learning the jutsu, as it was the first time he had tried an element and it seemed to be going well, the boy closed his eyes and just thought about what he needed to do. Steadily, and with less confidence because of the lack of visual confirmation, the staff rose out of the ground in front of him. Just as it reached its peak, the base of the cane broke from the ground and it fell directly on its creator. Said creator had just opened his eyes and allowed a look of shock to cross his face before it landed. Instead of holding its form, the stick crumbled away into almost dust and pebbles, both of which were scattered about the seated and displeased ninja. He stood, huffing like an ignored toddler and about a quarter as furious. The Tiger seal was brought back to be in front of him, and with this usage he sharply said the name of the jutsu. More for focus and thought than anything. Formerly, it had not held itself together very well but had still formed; this time, the chakra bond that shaped it worked faster and destabilized the cane less, technique working just as it should have. Good. Time to move on.
It was wonderful that he had found himself already making progress, but Roku had a desire to continue. The only acceptable rate of learning was prodigal and that had not been achieved with the rock stick. Though it could come in handy. He set it aside, vertical and off balance, and moved his kimono off his left leg. When his staff fell, towards him, he caught it by the end and used the dull edge near the top to start scraping, cutting, bruising, and causing whatever harm he could to his shin and calf. When it was satisfactorily damaged, and with the minor but rather prominent pain as an incentive to learn, he made a few memorized handseals for basic medical ninjutsu. Though he had learned a long time ago, a pneumonic device kept it in mind; Boar, Rat, Snake, and in the morning you will wake. Morbid, especially for one’s own children, but death was an early introduced concept and it had been a simple inevitability for as long as he could remember. Roku began to release chakra from his hands, holding them over his wounds, and worked on infusing it with careful control. Medical Ninjutsu was surprisingly precise, and at first there was no effect on the afflicted area, and he was starting to actually start seeing blood start to well up in his scratches. The boy growled, his anger starting to rise as he once more failed. There was little point in even trying this, if it was easy enough to heal himself with the threads he knew lay beneath. But that would require some level of practice and training too. What may have been the issue, it occurred, was his displeasure at failing. He was tilted and the flow of chakra for such a precise thing as medical ninjutsu require one to be gentle with their chakra flow, so he ceased his attempt. Once more signing and restarting, the toll of training beginning to weigh on him, this time chakra was carefully eked out and the replication of cells was hastened. A tingle spread through the damaged appendage, an effect but no apparent healing. Notably, what little blood was allowed to leave his body ceased to do so. Even without training, his bloodline did have some benefit. Blood did not exit him in very large quantities, most of the time, even when he found himself wounded somehow, but it also appeared that his practice had started paying of. The bruises that had started to form disappeared, and one by one, little scratches were sealed up. Eventually, the only signs that anything had been there in the first place were the few specks of crimson that had left the cuts before they healed. Neat looking, the contrast between the blood and his pale skin, but what could be more neat than progress?
Shortly after, he had donned his pack and started on a run. Conditioning was just as important as any technique could be. And even beside that, he could only learn so many techniques without training. Such was his motto as he ran down the main path, looking like a simple child traveler. After about three miles of running, sprinting, jogging, and walk as briskly as possible, Roku came across a small town. It would provide adequate shelter, the night was encroaching and it would cover his entry. First order of business was still to scout the town a bit. A cursory glance indicated everything, really, an inn and a grocery store, with a more chaotic tavern and several residential buildings. The small monochromatic shape plunged back into the grass, continuing his workout in the form of pushups and sit ups. After a solid darkness had settled over the area, he crept around to the back of the inn. It would serve as a good little climbing exercise, too, handholds and window sills. One of these apartments would be his. After he had found a suitable, empty room with an unlocked window, he simply crept under the bed with his sleeping bag and quickly passed out, exhausted from the day’s activities.
WC: 1317
(Claiming Basic Medical Ninjutsu, Rock Section Cane, and 6 stat points.)
Roku hated the idea of a training regimen more than anything. A regimen, it made sense, would take one out of connection with themselves. Though it would be within reason to practice on a schedule and continue using that time to learn one’s own jutsu, chakra, and specifications, if one were to train only when it felt right or when they were in the mood, it could lead to a sort of… The young boy racked his mind for the words, never having been taught the one he thought exactly necessary, if it even existed. Enlightenment, maybe? Self-enlightenment was something his mother had spoken of on more than one occasion, whereas his father was more firmly rooted in the idea of survival. Both of these traits had transferred to the unusually philosophical child. He sat up in his sleeping bag, frowning thoughtfully. The two reasons behind this were because he needed to think of what he would train as well as because he realized that the place he had camped was rather… lacking in security. Though it was in the middle of a plain, he had erected his tent about ten meters away from a well worn dirt path, and that was almost a cardinal sin. Regardless, there wasn’t anyone immediately in sight, and that allowed it to be a fairly valid practice ground. Roku packed up his supplies and set them beside him, taking a cross legged seat on top of the tall grass. From the road, it was expected, no one would see him; in truth, a little bit of the white portion of his hair was poking up just enough to be seen. His meditation went on regardless, right hand raised to his chest in a Tiger seal. A long time ago, he had been told that the element his chakra would most naturally work with at first was Earth. It was also a necessity, by logic, for him to try and learn some technique with it. The most basic was Rock Section Cane. The boy let out a sigh of concentration and closed his eyes, focusing his chakra into the ground in front of him.The ground started to raise slightly, crumbling but taking a cylindrical form. Roku was surprised, his concentration wavering enough for it to stop. Instead of allowing himself to get distracted by the speed at which he seemed to be learning the jutsu, as it was the first time he had tried an element and it seemed to be going well, the boy closed his eyes and just thought about what he needed to do. Steadily, and with less confidence because of the lack of visual confirmation, the staff rose out of the ground in front of him. Just as it reached its peak, the base of the cane broke from the ground and it fell directly on its creator. Said creator had just opened his eyes and allowed a look of shock to cross his face before it landed. Instead of holding its form, the stick crumbled away into almost dust and pebbles, both of which were scattered about the seated and displeased ninja. He stood, huffing like an ignored toddler and about a quarter as furious. The Tiger seal was brought back to be in front of him, and with this usage he sharply said the name of the jutsu. More for focus and thought than anything. Formerly, it had not held itself together very well but had still formed; this time, the chakra bond that shaped it worked faster and destabilized the cane less, technique working just as it should have. Good. Time to move on.
It was wonderful that he had found himself already making progress, but Roku had a desire to continue. The only acceptable rate of learning was prodigal and that had not been achieved with the rock stick. Though it could come in handy. He set it aside, vertical and off balance, and moved his kimono off his left leg. When his staff fell, towards him, he caught it by the end and used the dull edge near the top to start scraping, cutting, bruising, and causing whatever harm he could to his shin and calf. When it was satisfactorily damaged, and with the minor but rather prominent pain as an incentive to learn, he made a few memorized handseals for basic medical ninjutsu. Though he had learned a long time ago, a pneumonic device kept it in mind; Boar, Rat, Snake, and in the morning you will wake. Morbid, especially for one’s own children, but death was an early introduced concept and it had been a simple inevitability for as long as he could remember. Roku began to release chakra from his hands, holding them over his wounds, and worked on infusing it with careful control. Medical Ninjutsu was surprisingly precise, and at first there was no effect on the afflicted area, and he was starting to actually start seeing blood start to well up in his scratches. The boy growled, his anger starting to rise as he once more failed. There was little point in even trying this, if it was easy enough to heal himself with the threads he knew lay beneath. But that would require some level of practice and training too. What may have been the issue, it occurred, was his displeasure at failing. He was tilted and the flow of chakra for such a precise thing as medical ninjutsu require one to be gentle with their chakra flow, so he ceased his attempt. Once more signing and restarting, the toll of training beginning to weigh on him, this time chakra was carefully eked out and the replication of cells was hastened. A tingle spread through the damaged appendage, an effect but no apparent healing. Notably, what little blood was allowed to leave his body ceased to do so. Even without training, his bloodline did have some benefit. Blood did not exit him in very large quantities, most of the time, even when he found himself wounded somehow, but it also appeared that his practice had started paying of. The bruises that had started to form disappeared, and one by one, little scratches were sealed up. Eventually, the only signs that anything had been there in the first place were the few specks of crimson that had left the cuts before they healed. Neat looking, the contrast between the blood and his pale skin, but what could be more neat than progress?
Shortly after, he had donned his pack and started on a run. Conditioning was just as important as any technique could be. And even beside that, he could only learn so many techniques without training. Such was his motto as he ran down the main path, looking like a simple child traveler. After about three miles of running, sprinting, jogging, and walk as briskly as possible, Roku came across a small town. It would provide adequate shelter, the night was encroaching and it would cover his entry. First order of business was still to scout the town a bit. A cursory glance indicated everything, really, an inn and a grocery store, with a more chaotic tavern and several residential buildings. The small monochromatic shape plunged back into the grass, continuing his workout in the form of pushups and sit ups. After a solid darkness had settled over the area, he crept around to the back of the inn. It would serve as a good little climbing exercise, too, handholds and window sills. One of these apartments would be his. After he had found a suitable, empty room with an unlocked window, he simply crept under the bed with his sleeping bag and quickly passed out, exhausted from the day’s activities.
WC: 1317
(Claiming Basic Medical Ninjutsu, Rock Section Cane, and 6 stat points.)
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