A New life - 64 Palms Training

Yogimirus mind had been a trap of repetitive thoughts, upon completing the requirements for the genin exam the young man had been obsessed with the results ever since leaving the academy. Having merely been one day he was already pushed to the point of obsessive insanity, trying to clear his mind he decided that he would discipline himself by training a new skill to provide him an edge over his future enemies. Moving through the hyuuga compound from his living quarters to the shared dojo he opened the historic paper tiled door, the impact of the space always seamed to inspire him. The mirror polished hard wood floors complimenting the hyuuga antique heirlooms that hung on the walls, the high ceiling with large skylights cast a charming light on the scene.


Pacing towards the center of the room and closing his eyes to clear his mind, the racing thoughts of anxiety and impatience faded and started to visualize the form patterns of the eight trigrams: sixty-four palms, his body relaxing and shifting into the base stance of the hyuugas gentle fist style. Yogimirus legs slide apart holding a firm stance, his shoulders relax, his left arm extended in front of him curving up right to defend his body, holding his right cocked waist side his palm facing forward.


Opening his eyes and exhaling deeply, he would launch into his attack using shadow sparing to improve on his technique, launching his first strike he would push of his right foot launching a vertical strike with his two-first fingers, using the momentum from his first strike he would without interruptions generate further power by swinging his hips sending a launching a strike with his two right fingers "Two Palms" yogi shouted upon completion.


Finding the rhythm of balancing his body from the previous two movement yogi swings his left foot forwards changing the location of his power from left to right, using his step yogi would launch a further strike lunging with a shattering lower blow with his left, accompanying the attack with quick jabbing right. Pushing further forward the young man would not relent, shifting his body weight to the center he would be able to freely launch two more strikes towards the mid section "Four Palms."


Surprising himself with the blistering speed of his movements with each strike he seamed to accelerate, leaping into his next combo from his right foot he would use this to generate the force to launch a total of four strikes with incredible speed directed low, his left foot now meeting apart from the right reaching its stance formation yogimiru swayed his body around sending a barrage of four more shots aimed high and low "Eight Palms."


Moving into the next phase of the technique yogimiru straightened his stance once more lunging into a lower left blow off of his left foot, it was here the young man experienced the impact and difficulty of the technique, having already launched eight continues blows had thrown of the young man balance slightly. Following up his previous attack with a corresponding strike yogi slips landing firmly on his knees.




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Eight Trigrams : Sixty-four palms - C Rank : 521/2000

"Not bad" he thought to himself raising his  body from the rigid surface, taking his stance one more he would this time stretch his arms out in opposing fashion one facing forwards and down the other behind and up, Pausing a moment before launching into attack yogi sends the first blow with two precise and rapid strikes "Two palms"

Following this process he would repeat the same actions time and time again, each time winding up defeated before reaching sixteen stikes, each time falling the young man would raise once more starting the process over and over. Forcing himself by sheer determination he would train hard long throughout the day easily evaporating time and reaching late into the afternoon.


Leaving the dojo having toiled hard yogimiru had successfully worked off the building insanity of waiting to hear about his status on becoming a genin, Having worked up an appetite he mustered his way back through the compound to his home, heading straight for the kitchen the young man opened his fridge starring blankly at the contents.
"Hmmm what to do , what to do" Yogimiru would say out loud in contemplation, looking over the ingredients he had to work with he would have to be quite creative, being left with a few scraps of beef , bone and a small selection of vegetable and some dairy, his work was cut out for him. While the young man was hovering and procrastinating inspiration hit. "Wait, if i boil down the bones and marrow into a stock i can use that as a foundation for a beef curry" his brain told him as he launched into action.


Taking a few large pans and placing them on the heat yogi begun by searing and roasting the bones to release their beefy flavour before adding the to a boiling pot contains some onions, garlic, ginger and a select few herbs. While creating a stock yogimiru moves onto basting the meat, grabbing some spices and herbs he adds a concoction of flavours and heat mixing it with a yogurt to marinate the meat, placing it in the fridge while the stock boils off.


Using the cooking time of the stock, yogimiru takes this opportunity to bathe washing away the sweat and dirt from his intense training, feeling fresh he returns to the kitchen to finish his meal. Grabbing short grain rice places it in the steamer giving it just enough time to be finished along side the curry, Taking his stock and draining it into a pot the aromas sent the taste buds into salivation, adding to this he would sear the marinated meat and add it along side various vegetables bringing together the most sumptuous curry.


Laying down the bed of rice and covering it with a generous helping of the completed curry the young man was eager to dig in, grabbing his spoon he would take a large helping for his first bite. Exploding in his mouth like a fire cracker was a complex and harmonious balance of flavours almost watering the eyes in greatness, filling his empty stomach with the rich flavour on a true cook could provide.


Completely full and for filled yogimiru cleared down the kitchen washing the man pots and pans used to create such a delicious meal, packing away the remainder of the curry for the next few days. The kitchen now clean and yogi winding down for the night he resides to his room where he lays on his bed, as the young man stare into the darkness of his room he wonders what his future as a ninja will bring slowly drifting into a peaceful slumber.


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Jutsu Training : 1129/2000

Entering the realm of the sandman yogimirus subconscious came out to play filling his mind with dreams, reflecting his wants and worries. Imagining the scenario of his future as a ninja, women swoon at the sheer sight of the young man, his popularity spreading through the village like wild fire. As quickly as his head hit the pillow and drifted off it raised the passage of time feeling like it were mere moments, Yogimiru was ready to embrace a new day.

Raising from bed he grabs his training gi determined to master the eight trigrams sixty-four palms technique, quickly showering and dressing before finding his way back over towards the dojo. Being early morning the sunrise set the space in a magical twilight, the flickering sun providing a silken downpour through the sky lights, walking towards the center of the room yogimiru sits down taking a mediative stance. Folding his legs over one another and placing his hands together as if he where praying he begins chanting deep ritualistic tones from his throat, *HuMm* yogi would chant exhaling deeply, before inhaling once more and repeating the process. Entering a trans like state the young man completely cleared his mind, feeling connected with the very area around him. Feeling a soothing calm, he glides to his feet, stretching his various limbs and muscles by using yoga posses.

His body and mind still in a complete bliss he relaxes into the eight trigrams starting position, activating his byakugan and initiating the technique the area around him seams to freeze as a large extending glow fills the floor showing a large eight sided seal. Without conscious thought the young man leaps into action launching his initial strikes a left and right aimed towards the center of the imaginary torso.

"Two palms," yogimiru barely states with a quiet trans like tone, delivering a direct follow up with another two swift jabs directed towards the lower section "Four palms." Yogimirus body looking loose and limber and his strikes so agile he looks as if he is gliding around the space, Sending four more strikes his body would duck and weave sending a combination of lefts and rights towards the upper and middle of his target "Eight Palms." Pushing forward as if to intimidate the imaginary enemy, yogimiru would launch a total of eight strike each appearing to move quicker than the last, within a few brief moments, the attack had already succeded striking with a variety of left and right jabs and thrusts.
"Sixteen Palms" He would state calmly, over coming his previous personal best. Committing to continuing he would step into the second to last phase of the technique, the thirty-two palms, requiring a incredible speed and accuracy yogimiru initiated the striking process, his arms launched withing a blink of an eye, striking with intensity with a mass of attacks. Aiming high, low and directly toward the center of the target.

"Thirty-two palms" He states as seconds barely managed to pass between his two statements, phasing into the final step of the technique, the sixty-four palms, the user increasing their speed from the momentum build of the previous five steps where set to complete the technique, Ready to deliver his finishing blow the young man swiftly steps into delivering his final strikes, launching first with his left he could feel the resistance and strain put on the body from the previous techniques.

Pushing past the pain he would then fire a right handed strike, sending a rushing a crippling pain through his body driving him to fall. Hitting the ground with his dead weight the strain of his muscles ached through out, lying down and rolling in the pain. Taking a few minutes to regain his composure he would raise to his feet once more repeating the exact same events for the coming hours.

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Jutsu Counter : 1769/2000
Ap - 1 Byakugan
Total ap : 109

Finally exhausting himself, his muscles shot with a flaring pain throughout his body close to physically crippling. found sitting on the floor slouched and strewn yogimirus mental strength could no longer lift him too his feet, Crawling with a hovelling movement he made his way towards the kitchen. Tracking at a snails pace through the halls yogimirus attention drawn to the front door his obsessive nature immediately jumps to the mail.

The idea of the results of his genin status suppressing some of his crippling pain yogimiru musters the energy to raise to his hands and knees, now able to crawl he agonizingly reaches the door opening it too see a small package awaiting him. Grabbing the parcel and closing the door yogi flops on to his back exhausted from the crawl.
The parcel was a A3 sized yellow envelop, felling soft and springy too the touch yogimiru hastily tore along the edge to reveal the contents, first pulling out a letter and raising it above his face. "I did it im a ninja" Yogi states in a joyful quiver, the details of the letter advancing the young man to the title of genin and outlining the inclusion of a konoha head band held within the package.

Putting down the letter and pulling the head band out from the package the metal shone reflecting the light, grasping it tightly he placed it over his chest as tears begin to form trickling down his face. "I actually did it. You see this mum, i'll become the man you dreamed i would be,"  yogimiru spits out looking towards the heavens.
*UrGh* Awaking to an angry stomach barking for food and a tender body yogi hobbled his way to the kitchen serving himself a considerable portion of the curry from the night before, shoveling down the food while staring at his head band, the young man felt replenished finishing his meal. His body slightly trembling form a combination of the physical exhaustion and the brewing emotions within propelled him back into the dojo to attempt the eight trigrams technique once more.

Standing in the center of the room the lighting changed to a rosy glow from the mid day sun, unfastening his belt from his gi and replacing it with his ninja head band he could feel the pride of the village lifting his spirits providing him the ability to drive forward where he couldn't before. Taking the eight trigrams stance and activating his byakugan the mood shift as yogimiru launched into a blur of movements.

Holding his index and middle together like a spear and allowing chakra to flow from his finger tips his arms launched striking in multiple directions first leading with left and a right "Two Palms" following up with launching a further two strikes "Four Palms."  Yogimiru exhausted body was screaming for mercy his mind the only thing keeping him moving he was his determination to perfect the technique.
Sending another four darting strikes he would move deeper into the technique "Eight palms" his body shifts and spirals launching a combination of left and right lower and middle strikes completing a total of eight strikes "Sixteen Palms." Flawlessly committing to the increasing difficulty yogimiru would use ever ounce of energy he had to complete the next two steps. Throwing himself into a onslaught of attacks, racing into a sixteen hit combo with a flurry of darting strikes each resembling the speed of a snake snatching its prey.

"Thirty-two Palms"  Finally reaching the finisher of his combo. His eye fail as his mind started swimming, reaching his breaking point his body was about to shut down he could feel his muscles dropping as the area darkened. "No, That's not it"  He yelled letting out a large whaling scream *ArRgGHh* he would fire of the remaining thirty-two strikes, launching a blistering assault meeting all targets within a instant.

"Eight Trigrams : Sixty-four Paaaa " yogi yelled triumphantly before crashing into the ground forced by exhaustion to fall unconscious, laying alone on the dojo floor the young mans body would send him into a un interrupted 16 hour slumber, rejuvenating his muscles and nursing him back to health through the night.
Feeling a warmth blanket him yogimiru awoke too a dull ache, pulling his face from the floor and standing up right the young man stretched out his body letting out a large yawn, thinking over how he wound up in the dojo the images from the last moments he could remember return to him. "I did it i completed the sixty-four palm technique" he though to himself as he limbered towards his room.

As the young man undressed to bathe, he couldn't help but re notice his ninja head band. Feeling a sense of inspiration and responsibility, he would reflect on the importance of his new rank as he sat underneath the warm water, Feeling clean and sporting his signature outfit he felt ready to embrace a new day.



Ap : -1 Byakugan
Word Counter :825
Total Word Counter :  2549
Stat Gain :  12
Jutsu Training  Eight Trigrams : Sixty-Four Palms :2000/2000
Jutsu Training  Tenketsu Needle - D Rank : 549 /1000
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