Crash Course: Tied Up 'n Training! [P/IO/Miyamoto]

The clamor of laughter from the Academy grounds wasn't an uncommon occurrence, after all, children play around all the time. It was just that this instance of laughter seemed a little bit more clamorous than usual—almost antagonistic.

His time at the Academy hadn't exactly been a smooth one, most of the other children at the school were nice or at least ambivalent towards him. Those weren't the cackling hyenas that stood before him, having tied up him wooden practice post like as if he were a scarecrow. Forced squirmed and struggles against his bondage for their amusement, helpless as his bullies finished having their laugh as they casually disperse.

“Hey! You're not going to leave me like this!?” Satomi's sweet voice a fierce growl. Bark all he want, it was all for naught. He could hear another round of chuckles in the distance as his words fell on deaf ears. “Feh! I don't need help anyway...” His brow furrowed, words thick with contempt at the situation he found himself in... AGAIN. He could feel the numbness growing in his finger tips, did they have to tie it so tight? He was sure his arms were going to wither up and fall out due to the lack of blood if he couldn't figure a way out soon. And where was everyone anyway?

He gave his body a few more defiant jerks before just letting himself fall limp, relaxing as best he could against the purposed tree trunk he was fated to be joined with for eternity. Pushing dramatics aside, an echo of advice bounced around in his brain. “Of course you shouldn't over cook the udon!” He blurted allowed. “No, no... wait... yes! Jutsu!”

Clenching his fists tightly, Satomi began to concentrate has hard as he could. His brow twitching as he drew on his chakra, his toes curling tight as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. It was happening, he was going to do it. He could feel his chakra flowing now and now he just had to release it on the stupid ropes! And release he did into the loudest, most obnoxious bleach he'd ever heard from anyone. Simultaneously astonished and disappointed, Satomi's dropped his chin to his chest and groaned. “Darn...”

It had been at least five minutes and not one person had passed by the stumped runt, he was sure he was going die now. No, no he couldn't. Not here and not like this! How could he become a shinobi if he couldn't even escape something as simple as a rope?

Pulling once more at his binds just trying to get a little room as he wiggled his finger to coax some blood back into them, he thought back to the rope escape demonstration shown to his class. Relaxing again, the young boy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while centering his mind. Again he attempted to pull at his reservoir of energy, coaxing on the flow. “C'mon~” His brow beaded with sweat, more from anxiousness than anything else as he felt his chakra radiating just under the surface of his skin. It still escaped him, however, as to how he was suppose to affect the rope with it—at least something escaped from this predicament. Perhaps one can extend their own chakra out side of their body, he thought in a moment of genius and with a bit of added concentration he'd charm the welling energy out from within him to nip at his restraints.

Satomi could feel the rope budge. “Yes!” He cheered, then the rope stopped. “Noooo~” quickly putting his head back into it, he induced another surge of chakra and again let it loose on his rough bindings. Pushing and pulling this way and that at the now infused rope, he worked his will on it until he finally managed to push it down his lithe frame with the help of a few enthused shimmies. A sigh of relief followed by squeal of excitement quickly muffled both both hands clamping over his mouth lest someone hears him. He did it, his first 'real' jutsu!

“I should have known I was only invited out here to be picked on again.” He quipped, but the souring was short lived as he perked right up upon remembering what he'd just accomplished. It may not have been much, but he did something! Smiling from ear to ear, the gap-toothed child wouldn't fall to the same bullying tactics again! Excitedly hopping in place, he certainly wasn't helping deter the next stranger from mistaking him for a girl again. What did he care though, he could use his chakra to do things! It just sucked that the invitation for some extra training seemed to have been just another ploy to lure him into a trap. With a late start, he really needed bust his butt to master the techniques to graduate to Genin this year.

Miyamoto was wandering around the academy grounds, dressed in his usual attire now, his cloak always covering him from the neck down. The wind that blew in the trees was cold and had a bite to it that he had not witnessed in some time. The laughter that was billowing from the back courtyard was different than usual...well at least from what he thought. Taking a quick movement to hop to the roof in a few leaps he walked over to oversee what was going on. The sight he was greeted with was classic, a student tied to a post, no teachers around to oversee what was going on. Kneeling down Miyamoto would keep quiet as he would watch the events unfold. A group of kids pointing and laughing at a child younger than Miyamoto that seemed to have a more feminine look from the distance he was at.

“Must be another victim of hazing…” Miyamoto said as he waited for another couple of minutes to see if the situation escalated.

When nothing happened the group assumed to be the bullies all left Miyamoto still remained up top as he used the Mind Eye of the Kagura to see what was going on. A smile began to form on the 12 year old chuunin lips as he saw the spark of chakra ignite inside the kid tied up. Keeping himself hidden he watched as the kid eventually was able to break free from the ropes that bound the kid to the post. When the kid began to talk, perhaps proclaiming revenge or a vow to get stronger to prove how strong the kid was. Miyamoto then stood up as he used his body flicker technique to appear on the very post the kid was tied to.

“Good job on executing that technique, you seem to be very intuitive for a student. Want to learn some techniques that will help you leave them in their seats as you become a shinobi?” Miyamoto said as he stood triumphantly on the post.

He waited for the kid to answer as he stared. The final thing in his head finally left his lips, in a sort of inquiry that might make the kid blush.

"You a boy or a girl..." He asked almost teasingly.

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A shrill cry escaped from Satomi, the sudden appearance of another individual startling the young student! Besides where was this mysterious cloaked figure like ten minutes ago when he could have used the help. He wasn't about to let it cast shade on his invigorated mood, his fluttering heart resting at only a slightly elevated rate under the hand clutching his chest as he calmed himself. Spinning on his heels to face the source of the voice, he raise his bright-eyed gaze and beaming smile to greet this unexpected company. From what he could gather from a brief inspection, Cloaks (as Satomi has decided to dub the stranger) seemed to be another boy, but older like the ones that tied him to the post on which he was now perched.

“Oh.” The smile fading from Satomi's face as he chewed on his bottom lip while trying to decide whether or not Cloaks was sincere, or if his compliment was just meant to make fun of him too. Feh! I can't be suspicious of everyone! He quietly decided before perking up again with a lidded smile. “Thank You~” His voice was bright and melodic as he addressed Cloaks upon his post. Before he could follow up, his cheeks developed beet red glow. Again someone had to ask him that question.

Satomi fidgeted and bit his bottom lip before giving a playfully dismissive wave. “Oh you! Of course it's obvious if I'm a boy or girl!” He offered no assurance one way or the other with a cheery little rocking on his feet as he tried to play off his obvious embarrassment. “So, y-you said something about learning... techniques? You can teach me~?” Cloaks certainly had the aspiring shinobi's attention now, tilting his head as he scanned the older boy. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but Cloaks wasn't setting off any alarms. “Are you a genin?”

Miyamoto listened as the kid answered his questions. It seemed as though the kid was indeed a boy even though he was feminine. The questions that the boy asked afterwards made Miyamoto smile in a toothy grin. Without much work he performed the hand seals needed for the transformation technique as he transformed into Satomi. In the kids voice he answered his questions with a sincere tone.

“I will teach you all that I can as long as you are willing to learn.” Miyamoto said as canceled the technique as a puff of smoke revealed his true form a moment later.

As he stepped from the post and down to ground level he would remove the cloak that was covering him to show his uniform that he wore complete with the embellished Flak Jacket. Of course the Heavens Sorrow Ninjato at his waist behind him made him seem move battle ready than what any normal shinobi casually strolling the city should be. He did not answer the last question as he stood next to the boy. He would motion to his hands as he would slowly begin going through the hand seals needed for the transformation technique.

“Follow my steps, the transformation technique is still largely considered one of the most difficult techniques for most academy students, I could not achieve this until I was nearly ten. However...I taught myself...regardless, come on and follow…” He would begin as he would make the seals.
“Dog...Boar...then Ram.” He would say as he would continuously move through the technique.
“Concentrate on the hand seals first, do not worry about evenly distributing the chakra just yet. After I know you have the seals memorized We can move onto how to move the chakra around your body.” He would instruct the kid watching him the entire time that he was performing the seals. His eyes never seemed to have to go back to his hands to make sure he was performing the correct seals.

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He had to admit, it was a bit eerie to be spoken to by himself. It was such a perfect transformation too, right down to the giddy boy's gap-toothed grin. While it may be considered a basic techniques taught to shinobi, but just seeing demonstrated so flawlessly in front of him left an awe-inspired Satomi burning with enthusiasm. He could barely contain his excitement as he lifted his tightly balled fists to himself, shaking them in anticipation.

Satomi backpedaled, giving Cloaks plenty of space to dismount like the character from a manga. The reveal was was so smooth, the shinobi answered the question about his rank without saying a word. The hopeful student's eyes focused right on the trademark flak jacket of a Chuunin, how awesome was that! The only problem was now that Cloaks was cloak-less, what was Satomi to call him now? However, before he could inquire about such formalities, the Chuunin addressed him once moment, beckoning him to fallen and line and mimic his his actions.

“Dog...”

“Boar...”

“Ram...”

It was slow going at first as the young student concentrating on getting each hand sign perfect before moving onto the next. Things would only get more frustrating as he tried to chain them together, his tongue poking through his lips as he stumbled with each attempt. “Dog. Boar. Ram.” He repeated ad nauseam. “Dog! Boar! RAM!”

It wasn't long before one sign flowed into the next. A little rough around the edges, but given that it was his first attempt at hand seals, he was obviously quite impressed with himself. It showed too as he grinned from ear to ear, gradually the pace of his hands increased while moving to an unheard rhythm repeated in his head. His hands would almost perform the motions on their own as he let out a surprised chirp, looking up from his own hands to smile again at the chuunin. “Sooo... you're nice and all, but you haven't told me your name! My name is Satomi Furukawa!” He giggled, just beaming with exuberance as he continued to work on the fluency of his hand seals.

Miyamoto watched as the boy moved his hands creating the seals slowly at first.  With a few more tries he was able to see that the kid was grasping the technique seals quite well.  He continued to watch him as he thought back on how he learned to use the technique.  Mimicking Kyousuke Sensei and even his own family members so that way he could become fluent in the uses of the basic technique.  It was not long before the kid finally asked if Miyamoto had a name, and the short answer in his head was to tell the kid his real name.  The issue was however, is that he did not know what would happen if the kid were to flunk out or if he would use his name for the wrong means.  After all the Terumi clan was said to be small, of course Miyamoto only knew of himself and his father as the only two so that influenced him quite a bit.
 
“My name is Miyamoto, but you can just call me Moto if it is easier for you Satomi…”  He began as he stuck his hand out to shake his.  If he was greeted with the handshake Miyamoto would smirk before giving him a whack on the head while greatly restraining his strength so it was like a feather being laid against the small kid’s head.
“Back to work.  The next part of the technique we focus on moving chakra throughout our body evenly.  Focus on the chakra centers of the body...The head, the chest, the feet, and the hands.  Once you are able to do that we will move on to the final step.  I will keep watch and let you know if you are doing it correctly.  Don’t let me down Satomi, I have not failed ever as a shinobi...do not become the first.”  He said with an almost snide tone.
 
He then activated the Mind Eye of the Kagura so he could watch the progress of Satomi.

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“Hello Moto~” He sang brightly to a melody that while seemed familiar, was just one of those things that would just be forever on the tip of the tongue as to where one might have heard it before. Stifling a small giggle with left hand covering his mouth, he politely reached out to meet Miyamoto's own extended appendage with his fight only to receive a chide bop on he noggin. The child glowered with a lighthearted huff, but the droop only lasted but a moment before he shook his head and livened himself right back up as he received his next set of instruction. “Right! Focus. Chakra.” He repeated, his muttering more for his own benefit, showing that he was listening was only a secondary benefit.

If hand seals were difficult, this seemed like a mountain of a task! Sure he managed to wrangle his chakra once to escape from those stupid ropes, but he only just managed to do it and he's only done it just the once. Now he's expected to channel his chakra for a transformation!?

None the less, the impressionable youth was determined to show a village chuunin that he had what it took to be shinobi too. A few vehement growls may have slipped from his throat as his brow sharpened and body stiffened while with the power of his young imagination he again summoned the image a series of a vast reservoir of chakra with a rushing network of channels all interconnected. As Satomi continued to concentrate his chakra continued to well, for a little one he seemed to have a rather considerable supply to go around. However, still quite inexperienced with dealing with his own natural energy, his control of it was shaky at best. Enough for something like trivial escaping rope perhaps, but not refined enough for something like a full transformation.

"Foooocus!"

Miyamoto kept an eye on Satomi as he focused his chakra throughout his body. The Mind Eye of the Kagura was able to help Miyamoto to recognize Satomi’s chakra as he began to utilize it. The hand signs that he started to use were familiar as Miyamoto sprouted a grin as he remembered more. Taking initiative to show the ones in his academy classes that he was superior made him stand out in the classes, but it gained him no friends. He did not want that to happen to somebody else. So as he continued to think he nearly missed it as he caught that Satomi had finally achieved control of his natural chakra.

“You are progressing quite well. Now to put it all together. Focus your chakra while picturing who or what you would like to transform yourself into. Once you have the picture finalized, perform the hand seals to activate the technique. Take your time, do not overexert yourself.” Miyamoto instructed Satomi cautiously as he took a seat on the ground.

Miyamoto would relax a bit as he would watch Satomi work, if he was able to grasp the technique fairly well Miyamoto would go on to teach him more. However, this was the test he needed to pass now and this would show Miyamoto if this kid has what it takes to become shinobi.

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He had felt this feeling before. It was just before he managed to escape his earlier captivity, the feeling of his chakra swelling inside. Satomi wasn't sure how, but it appeared as if though his tutor noticed his newly acquired chakra control as well as he delivered his next set of instructions.

“Yes Miyamoto-sensei~” Would come a sparkling sense of enthusiasm from Satomi sang his acknowledgment. But what would he transform into? So many possibilities, but there was only one right answer: Miyamoto! After all, imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.

Imaging the goal was the easy part, it was trying to perform the hand seals with that goal in mind that proved to be a tad difficult for him. Satomi would quickly go through a few practice runs of the hand seals for the technique. “Dog. Boar. Ram.” He'd repeat the motions in quicker and quicker succession as his chakra swelled, it was time.

Or so he thought.

“TRANSFORM!”

Nothing.

“Transform now!”

Still nothing.

“Transform, transform, transform!”

Nope, notta, fail.

While Satomi concentrated on his seals his chakra would dwindled until the amount was too inefficient to successfully perform the technique. Of course he when he would concentrate on his chakra instead, his seals became rather sloppy and poor. It all led to a growing sense of dismay in the boy as he began to feel as if though his chakra was actively fighting against him. Despite this he showed only an increased determination as he burned through his chakra reserves.

It felt much easier this time as the spring of energy inside began to flow once more, this time he was going to do it. “Dog. Boar--” Each hand seal was perfect, his confidence rising and with it his control over his chakra. “Ram!” With a rather impressive smokescreen a transformation was born with Satomi standing quite triumphantly. Though of course it wasn't Satomi anymore, was it? It was... a small ram?

It seemed as if though he may have been too occupied with getting the hand seals just right at the last minute which lead Satomi to take the form of a young male sheep not to dissimilar from the ones from one of his father's many tales of adventure. It wasn't a bad facsimile by any means, in fact it looked like a pretty convincing ram anyway. Ramtomi sat on his fuzzy fleece rump before releasing the technique to return to his normal self, the slightest huff escaping his lips as he sat cross legged before Miyamoto. While it may have appeared to a mostly successful attempt to the observer, Satomi of course knew otherwise and while it thrilled him to bits inside that he could do a transformation, it wasn't the transformation he had wanted.

This wouldn't do at all and after a moment of rest he would hop back to his feet, hands already performing the hand seals again as fire burned in his eyes. “TRANSFORM!”

Ram

“Transform!”

Another ram.

He was burning through more and more chakra with attempt after attempt, he was going to ram this technique home!

POOF

Ram.

POOF

A big ram.

POOF

Satomi might as well had been his own shepherd as he shook his fist in frustration. “Coooome ooon~" He slumped forward with a grumble, battling with his thoughts. Miyamoto is going to think I'm the worst~ That wasn't Satomi. He was the boy full of spirit and cheer. But where was that boy now? No, he couldn't fail. He wouldn't allow himself to fail. His toes tightened and fists clenched as he stood up again. “Miyamoto-sensei...” The kid's hands flashed the very familiar seals which lead to another smokescreen and a new figure standing in the small boy's place. It too was familiar, however. Taller, older, but a bit more of a smile than with the original. “Meet Miyamoto-sensei!” He chirped, a hand rested on his hip. He may have looked like the chuunin, but it was still all Satomi.

Miyamoto watched as Satomi tried to get the transformation technique correct, and each time he tried he met with failure. It was however, enough to coax a grin out of Miyamoto, but he quickly withdrew from the stance of viewing the kid as a funny failure as finally he performed the technique with some real power behind it as a large plume of smoke gave way to a Satomi-ed version of Miyamoto. Miyamoto studied the transformed Satomi as every large detail seemed to have been displayed perfectly, but a few of the finer details were missing. Regardless Miyamoto was happy with how Satomi was able to perform the technique so well without much help from Miyamoto.

“You have done well Satomi, I guess I will be your teacher then if you’ll have me. You have potential.” Miyamoto said without a grin, a very stern look on his face for a twelve year old.

After Satomi were to answer regardless of a confirmation or rejection Miyamoto would pull a rock from his pocket and toss it to Satomi without any real power behind it so that it would be easier to capture from the air.

“The next technique is simple to learn and will save your butt if those bullies come after you. However I want to see if you have an affinity for the element. Try channeling your body’s natural chakra into the stone. Concentrate and refine it so that the rock in your hands becomes actual chakra, visualise it and mold it to that shape. If you manage to crack the rock I will teach you something that you can show off to your classmates. Then we can move on to the other part of the genin exam techniques tomorrow…” Miyamoto would look at the boy and wait for an answer or for Satomi to begin concentrating before he would sit down again.

He then recalled when Kyousuke first taught him how to use the rock section cane technique. He sought out his teacher, and Kyousuke knew what chakra affinity Miyamoto had. This would hopefully help the kid out a little bit more than how Miyamoto went about first training.

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