That which life hands you (p training,)

The search for control and power is an eventual crossroad that all paths come to. There were many ways to encounter and grasp power. Some trained endlessly for a taste of it. Similarly to xuba. Xuba walked a fine line between the understandable warrior he is, and the violent being that he can become. Capeable of both peace and destruction.

Xuba consitently searched for a way to gain both a grip hold in his negative social standard, and also find and forge a way to suscess as a growing threat that remained unknown. Small in noctorious deeds, but ever present xuba took to formal instruction to ensure his more tame nature. Training both in the open for the youth to copy and learn, and training in private to accelerate his own growth. Xuba soon found that with disire there was also the gaining of induviduals that would frustrate one despite the grins they grant you. Children were a lesson xuba learned as a challenge unlike any other.

Where he may encounter a scared child the younger ones in search of instruction  via a parent allowing a spare moment, or a childs mere curiousity was a concept that in itself turned teaching upsidedown. An uphill battle despite the numerous angles he took to train the children. However, as a learning experience he noted each one had perhaps a budding personality, perhaps it was due to his self upbringing that granted xuba this eyefor spotting the change? Xuba studied the basis of his art. In the time of reflection and consideration of his training he felt that his need to grow in his words were very important. Strength and willpower were only a normal in his vocabulary, even becoming second nature as he was consistently pressing himself past his limits each day at hand. Where there was one challenge. There was also an opportunity to learn. Embracing the wind and it’s gifts xuba took to working his art slowly in his daily life wandering the peaceful areas of the secret market. However, expansion of the art was not as easy as one could note. Few youngsters understood the basics nor did they fully focus in his teachings. However not all teachers began with an easy start.
 
Each evening xuba worked on the basics. Hundreds of punches practiced on the first day of the week, with the second evening of the week following at least twice as many kicks. The third and fourth day were spent on defensive tactics and shadow boxing, while the fifth day was spent on holding various stances and movement in the stances. His final two days were spent on incorporating his weapons with his art. From throwing the weapons and striking with the opposite hand. To utilizing rope with a simple grab. Xuba tirelessly worked on the art in whole. Taking time to take his hand to hand combat seriously, by taking the hand to hand aspect seriously xuba learned that not only his strikes could become faster and stronger through sheer concentration and focus. But now with the thought of using other techniques in order to further assist him in his training. In his striking practice he proceeded practice on both trees, and the back walls of building’s as there was the appearance of grip marks along the trees and the walls. The gripping power gaining eventual strength and accuracy. Yet xuba felt that his grabbing would become eventually costly unless properly utilized. With the practice and time xuba felt that his eventual work would eventually pay off.
 
  However also came the demand of the money. Alas xuba and money had an amusing story. It would simply begin with an easy use of a mission in the question. What some would say it was quiet unlike any mission seen as xuba noted he had completed more difficult missions in the question. With such a remedial reward xuba was surprised he had not taken notice of the mission on the board. Perhaps because it was not to his standard. Xuba almost passed it up without the thought when he noted that the mission had a few parts to it. This only indicated that there was more to the story then what met the eye. But also it was a story he would slowly dig up upon  slowly as he would take up his time in gathering details and rescources. All which required time instead of gung-ho a mission.
 
The use of information gathering and such simple techniques enabled xuba to ween some of the more valuable bits of information. It was a small assassination mission at hand that allowed not only some money, but also a little more notoriety in the spreading of the name. However, xuba felt he needed to pass it up temporarily and prepare for such an committed jump to business. After all he had time, and some training was required none the less in order to continue p the mission. Some more dangerous shinobi that could be an hamper his work. Xuba studied the mission parameters as it required more than your normal experience in the dirty deeds with the underground. Several weeks passed as xuba jotted down the mission details in whole amid his training and sorts. And each week he continued to whittle down the details in more precise planning. As he was going to go into this alone and only needed himself to account for, not another or other individuals in question. For it was going to be mission time soon as he decided to leave the safety of the quieter market area.
 
With the information in mind and tow xuba decided it was best to take now the art for a test run. Seeking the simple minded criminals the idiots soon enough learned that robbing in the peace of the black market was a bad idea. As in times of peace criminals would do well to not make themselves noticeable. Or at least try to. Many of the thieves learned their ways were at the most questionable, and had it concluded to be wrong by the end of 2 minutes when faced with xuba. It was like walking up to free punching bags. The sad part was that many of them were not as durable. This however merit to even more knowledge. The effectiveness of his strikes, and the lethalness or sever damage that comes behind such encounters.  As he worked his pointed offense the thieves that believed they had a chance would learn that even armed they were useless.  The daily hospital visits by the foolish subsided as they eventually learned that they were to stop attempting to fight back and accept their losses. Like a youngster that would attempt to push back a much stronger and faster adult.
 
The quest for strength continued through the day’s as xuba continued to work through his strength and speed as well as durability while maintaining form. His mind went back to the wind technique he worked on after his friendly exchange with shoku. And hence he wondered once more that with some work on it could he in fact improve the technique as whole. This was purely thought out as he sat by a stream running through one of the sub divisions of the marketing point of the quiet area. Xuba headed towards a quiet area free from the youngsters and clapped his hands. With the chakra work behind I the wind rushed around him in a gale like form towards a few trees that creaked. Xuba nodded his head quietly and took mental note of what his problem was. It required not too much effort, but took away a key aspect that xuba required for most of his combat. His hands and the various uses they have in defending oneself. 
 
As xuba knew incredibly well. The use of hand seals was widely regarded as important in many of the shinobi’ world. However that was without the truth that just because one is weaving a few hand signs that it means nothing good is going to come from such a thing. It was this he recalled as he thought back to the girl whom used an illusion on him. Her weaving of signs although they were slow. They also reminded xuba that he had more than enough time to do much more than to sit there and watch the hand signs and then see something unusual happen. Nope xuba was one to take the initiative. And instead seeing as one of his few jutsu he know become a waste of energy and precious time. The jutsu would in fact now have an actual use. With this his first challenge was to understand how the technique worked. So each day for a week xuba proceeded to train the technique till he was exhausted. Learning the in’s and out of the wind gale palm and studying it. From distance to the range, to how it affects the projectiles xuba threw in conjunction. Out of many trials and errors amid this practice xuba learned the base fundamental of jutsu practice through dedication and hard work. 
 
While sipping over tea at night ought of natural leaves and herbs he soaked in a fire heated hand carved bowl of water.  xuba scratched out the working plan for making his work much easier with the jutsu in question. Through the range he learned that even by merely clapping to cause the tail wind required to enhance the throwing weapon’s speed and overall damage he needed the speed to pull it off, whether by bodily position and limb movement. As with the range xuba learned that the speed alone with the technique was nothing to consider a simple task, but a terribly challenging task in the end. It would require him to not only act fact, but hope his weapons did not leave range as well. It was a daunting task to xuba to have to concern himself with these simple calculations when he could simplify the complications without much effort, and do better things with the lack of a hand seal. Like use another technique. 
 
Xuba’s challenge of that week was to recreate the gale of the technique without having to do much more then start to rely off of using the clap but the hand motion. It was challenging, but required now the focus of redoing the technique from scratch. However, armed with the “know how” of the technique in hand it was like adding another layer to it. Since utilizing such a technique to a higher degree puts a technique to a much grander scale puts the user to a higher level than most whom practice the technique. The slow and steady work of improving and smoothing out such a technique was definitely an challenge in part with how much internally he had to focus on the chakra he used and how much chakra he was willing to use. But after some time of utilizing it xuba was confident that the technique in whole was not as costly as he feared at first. Enough days and nights of working each end of the technique spoke loud enough to xuba as once he figured its cost was simple enough to maintain in even the most heated of combat. As time went on xuba began to take the technique into practice as well starting on the trees and utilizing a shruiken amid the forests outlining the area. The trees were soon riddled with slash marks and some cleanly cut through the middle with the shruiken. Saw dust as the remains of those drilled cleanly through. The power of the technique remained the same, as did the cost not one bit, but xuba saw the change. The very technique as he desired was being used as if on will slowly.
 
At first the intervals were unexpected in the use of the technique. Sometimes xuba would find that the technique would on occasion activate before he would even preform the hand clap. Simply die to the way he utilized his wind chakra in conjunction. At first he considered it was mistake of his chakra use, but slowly and surely xuba felt confident it was the result of his hard work in utilizing the technique. Yet xuba wanted the technique to become an consistent use similarly to his punches and kicks. In that case xuba continued to press for perfection and technique completion with the use of striking home by using the similar use with his chakra. In fact xuba noted the mere difference between his own taijutsu and the movements was that they were free and simple to use. Something that as an artist he valued more than anything, was the freedom to  utilize weapons in combat, even though it was not his specialty overall.
 
Within a month or two of careful practice xuba worked the technique to close to pure work. As it was almost consistently in use at hi will. Although the test was now to grab ahold of what was needed while utilizing the wind gale technique, with the discovery of this seemingly amusing technique came the fun of standing there and blowing away the idiotic pebbles that a foolish pickpocket would attempt to throw at him, or the mere fun of sending one crashing into a building upon attempting to touch xuba for a coin. As it was seen now he was in control of the simple bits of mere pickpockets and thieves. And with the inclusion of his now seemingly simple technique it would make due that it is better to be armed then to not be ill prepared and have to suffer the results of such a horrid way to fall by being taken out with some simple individual smart enough to take advantage of a person weaving hand seals. That may have been the case if xuba was being silly, but xuba worked to live. His eyes were set on survival. As he kept strong to his philosophy as it was not unusual to see an failed assassination attempt by a killer and his goons willing to take xuba’s head. As by the week instead of having a prolonged fight on the streets the man walked over the corpses of his enemies who got wise just to find that there was a not much to look forward to other than a question and confusion of “why?’’ as they had a gaping hole in their chest from a shruiken tossed by xuba. These were simply the facts of the dangers of trying to commence and complete a bounty.
 
It was several weeks after his training as xuba continued to pour over his work quietly. His mind set on the goal as he brooded over the mission details his hand flicking and catching a shruiken with his index and middle finger. He did not feel as confident about the work at hand. As with such a deal infiltration was often a dangerous job at the end of the day. With guards, and despite the acting at hand the money would speak loud but his gut was telling him to hold on temporarily. It was easy to brood over still he had the contract in hand, but it was going to be done on his time and his conditions. Xuba glanced down the darkend alley ways. As once upon a time he was afraid as a little boy. The grumbles and arguing of the deinzens that wandered at night. But now he was a grown man, although at the time he knew that as long as he kept himself busy he did not have to concern himself as much with these induviduals.

He had outgrown his fearful life as a child although embracing fear was not avoided. Time and experience taught xuba to adapt and up hold his life and experiences to the fullest. Something he wished to pass onto the lone children that wandered the lands with no home. Like he once was years ago. 

Dawn was a usual freind to xuba. It was the scource of warmth that was clostest to his mothers once kind touch. As a man now he felt the rays as it was the slightest reminder of that when the day ends he was truely a man whom was cast into the tides of fate and darkness.

Xubas thoughts seemed to have stilled as he was calm by the rising sun. The rays peeked from behind the leaves in the trees. 

I was merely young, but destiny made me once more realize that i had to grow up once more, and remember my actions all hold conciquences and show results. Nearing the peaks i do not falter, but i do fester at my hand delt to me. But like that one does not play cards with fate, but instead accept it... despite the results. 

Xuba thought as he grabbed his stuff and headed out the small shack he called home for awhile. Even in the underworld xuba knew that there was peace. Even if for a moment. Then there was the arrival to the world infront of himself. The return to the world of survival and eat or be eaten. The world where a knife to the back is merely the introduction to an eternal rest. Where one questions their chances of survival, but is secretly glad to see the sunset, but hope to see the dawn.

It was not a world of simply butterflies and roses, but a world that rewards one with another day to eat, breath, and sleep. The clash of blades from a dispute could be heard in the distance. Another dispute between two induviduals. As it was noted by xuba his  morning bell before even the dogs came out. The wandering man returned once more to the path that had no railings. The grey roads that travled between life and death. It was a missing ninja's life and the life that xuba lived in. A hand that leads one to eventually  vanish. Like all paths do.

(Exit)

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