Wanting to shape reality - Genjutsu training (p)

Having returned home after his humbling defeat using the next few days to recover his battered and bruised body. Not wasting this time, the young man would return to read the jutsu encyclopedia looking for inspiration and knowledge for the future. Sponging up words while flipping page to page the day would quickly pass to night and his head would eventually meet its rest upon the pages.

Waking the next day to strained and torn muscles his body throbbed with a dull ache, pushing through the pain and stretching out his body he would then move onto his morning shower. As the warm water hits the back of yogis skull it would stimulate thought as he cleaned his body, reflecting over what he had read so far within the pages of the encyclopedia he pondered on new ways to become stronger.

Gravitating towards the descriptions and ideas of genjutsu, fuuinjutsu and summoning techniques he quired himself on how he could integrate these ideas flawlessly into his gentle fist style. His mind swum with the gentle flow of water flooding with ideas, Remembering a lesson from the academy on how genjutsu affects the inflicted opponents chakra flow he wondered if there could be a way to exercise his advanced control of chakra control to manipulate this principle. Turning off the water and getting dressed yogimiru would return to his room, having a sense of determination coming from a distinctive image of a new fighting style painter in his head he would return his reading now focused on genjutsu. Flicking from page to page stopping on the discovery of different genjutsu techniques the young man would zero in on one in particular.

The tittle of the page reading Demonic Illusion technique it went on too describe in detail a outline of what it was capable of doing and the basics of utilizing the ability. Leaning back into his bed and casting his gaze to his ceiling he would question himself. "Hmm, change my surroundings and an object, I wonder, yes while its basic but if i could learn how to manipulate my own image based on this jutsu i might be onto something"

Having a firm picture of the birth of a new style within the gentle fist he would continue with diligence, deciding to start with the mastery of the genjutsu technique he would further study the writings. Getting up from his bed and moving into the bathroom, standing in front of the large dress mirror the young man would focus on his knowledge of how genjutsu works.

Manipulating the chakra through out his body and channeling it into the ram seal, looking himself firmly in the eye he would try to activate the technique "Demonic Illusion Technique," he would state, Looking around the room and trying to alter its visual appearance by providing a watery environment in his mind i seamed like the jutsu had failed.
Not allowing to be discoraged he would focus on the flow of his chakra once more, feeling the warm flow of his chakra flooding through his body he would produce a charge activated by preforming the ram seal once more.
Looking himself in the eyes once more he would attempt the technique once more, Imagining be stuck on a two man dingy in the middle of the konoha lakes he would try to make the image become reality. Noticing after that he failed again he looked himself in the mirror, "Wait" racing back into his room and grabbing the encyclopedia to bring back into the bathroom he flipped it open. "I just wanna check to make sure i can cast a genjutsu on myself".


Confirming within the book that it was indeed possible, yogi at least knew it could be done, repeating by trail and error he would spend the next passing hours trying to activate the technique. Getting no closer to achieving the technique the young man wondered what he was doing wrong, picking up his book and returning to his room.
Crashing on his bed and lying on his back yogi stares at the ceiling pondering his failure, wondering what he could be doing wrong he would drift off napping over the next few hours. Waking to a hunger the young man would lumber his way to the kitchen bringing his book with him, slothing down with a large yawn at the table he opened the book once more.

Placing his arm underneath his head to support it, further analysing the genjutsu descriptions looking for here he went wrong he blanky gazed at the words. Still half asleep his hunger would urge him to eat once more, Moving to the fridge the young man stares looking for food. Finding very little other that left overs he sat down once more, munching into the meal looking at the book once more.

Completing his meal and raising from the table the young man let out a large sigh, frustrated with trying to master a new jutsu  he needed to keep at it, returning to the bathroom once more he would begin to channel his chakra repeating the process of attempting to preform the genjutsu technique.

Preforming the ram seal and the genjutsu time and time again he became increasingly frustrated thus far wasting an entire day seemingly no closer to achieving his goal. As time progressed around him the afternoon quickly approached, knowing he needed to go food shopping yogi decided it would represent a good break.
Setting out towards the merchant district his voices of disappointment faded into creating a shopping list, figuring he would buy the next weeks worth of food he had given himself a brief window of peace. Reaching the shop within ten minutes yogi always hated dealing with the annoyance of the ordeal quickly and concisely he would enter the shop get what he needed a leave.


Returning home with a haul of fresh fruit, vegetables, meat and ecsentials the next hours would consist of packing away the shopping and preparing a meal for dinner, reaching late into the evening the young man was able to sleep without a worry side tracking his training with life chores. Waking the next day yogimirus body had recovered a great deal, now able to move in all directions without muscle pain he jokingly told himself "Geez, Master Moji did a number on me" . Jumping from bed and starting his day with his usual stretch and shower the young mans mind returned to the thoughts of wanting to master a new jutsu.

Deciding within himself to set the personal goal of being able to cast the genjutsu by the end of the day spurred him on. Returning to staring himself in the bathroom mirror he would pursue the task with dedication, flooding his chakra flow with a swelling brew he would preform the ram seal.

Looking himself in the eye and initiating the technique "Demonic Illusion" he would mutter, noticing a the mirror slightly wavering he focused on a basic image, wanting to turn his surrounding into a bramble of leaves. Looking deep into the mirror, he could see glimpse of green forming around him as his chakra begun to drain, Breaking focus for a second the image shattered, "God dam it" he would say slamming his fist into the counter. Taking a moment to regather himself he would return to a montage of repeating the same process each time getting a tighter grasp on the technique.
Consuming a large amount of chakra on the previous failures and placing a large toll on his mind. Facing complete exhaustion the hours passed with ease reaching mid day without the young mans awareness. His body aware that it was time for lunch it would urge him to go eat, following his bodies demands yogimiru refuels with a nutritious lunch followed by a lye down.

Raising from his brief slumber revitalized he let out a large yawn as he scanned around his room, vision blurred and mind slowed it took him several seconds to regain his mental fortitude. Realizing that he needed to return to his training he would take his book and head to the bathroom once more. Placing the book on the counter and standing in front of the mirror yogimiru would try to approach the technique differently this time, Deciding to focus on creating a image for the illusion and maintain it while preforming the seal.

Placing his hands together creating the ram seal his chakra would churn inside of him, flowing and applying itself "Demonic Illusion Technique" he would announce as the genjutsu took ahold of the young man. His subconscious manifesting in a dark apparition the walls around him begin to drip and seep as if they were melting away, the light begins to fade leaving a eirie dim area.

"It worked," he thought to himself before immediatly questioning what was happening, believing he should have control over the area he initially tried to shape the space around him. Unresponsive his command over the technique had still yet to be reached, focusing on the image of the bathroom within his mind the space would respond.
Being able to directly shape the area around him he would start with the basics first changing the mirror before him into a poster of a scantly clad woman, the erotic image both captivated and embarrassed the young man. The image quickly fazing away as his logical brain recognized what was happening and canceled the technique.
The exhaustion put on his body from maintaining the technique appeared to be minimal compared to that of the previous night, gaining a sense of accomplishment and pride in begging down a new path it would inspire the young man. Returning to his room to further study the encyclopedia further yogi felt like the book had already paid for it self



Having been on a emotional rollercoaster over the past few days yogimiru had both tasted his first genuine defeat in years and maintained a subtle feeling the tiger claw master was holding back on him had his self-confidence shaken. Subsequently having foresight of his future, a new gentle fist style, the young man recapturing some of his confidence, wanting to compound this feeling he would decide to pursue a new mission.

Taking to the rooves of the village to avoid the public masses the young man would challenge himself to a race, Using his maximum speed he would internally time himself over the four-kilometer distance. Dashing from roof to roof pouncing with the elegance and prowess of a cat he clocked in at 8 minutes and thirty seconds, a incredible almost unreachable time for a ordinary person but still could be improved upon for a ninja.

Touching down in front of the mission board the tasks seamed scarce for the time of day, having limited selection he would select patrol duty. Taking it to the mission booth, the woman old woman would merely ask "Your name", Slightly disappointed that the woman didn't recall him he replies "Hyuuga Yogimiru". Scrolling through her clipboard filled with names she would lumber "Okay" handing over the mission briefing and sending him on his way
.
Taking to the rooves once more he would aim to improve on his time on the way over. Rushing home once more he would actually add two seconds onto his previous time, disappointed in himself he would enter the compound heading for his kitchen, slapping the briefing on the counter and reading it through the details would mention it was night shift.
Having an entire day to pass he would focus on training heading over to the hyuuga dojo he decided to take to the pit located outside, consisting of a sandy area with a large white ring roughly ten meters in diameter. Taking center stage of the area, he activates his byakugan and takes his gentle fist style.Focusing on deep breathing exercises focusing on his inhale and exhale to match his trusting arms.

*HaaPh* exerting loudly and throwing a right finger jab, *OohpH* inhaling as he withdraws his arm, holding his breath and exhaling once more he would throw a left palm, continuing to repeat these actions over a hundred times alternating between a palm and finger jab with each strike. Ending his breathing exercise he would now move on to higher pace training, launching into a dancing flow of finger jabs, palms and kicks yogimiru jumps and weaves his body loose a limber whipped around with his actions.

Leaping into the air and rotating his body around, releasing a jet stream of his chakra from his bodies tenketsu points he initiates the Rotation technique, sending a sphere of quickly moving chakra around himself. Finishing the technique and landing back in the center of the area his body was warmed and ready to continue his training, deciding next to work on his chakra master he would focus on the tenketsu points at his finger tips.


Moving in lunging movements like that of a fencer yogi strikes like a snake time and time again each time focusing on the potency and sharpness of his sting. The previous hour quickly passing the beating sun and his ruthless training left a sweat on the young mans brow, uncomfortable and hot he would not let such a trivial matter defeat him. Maintaining his byakugan since the previous hour his eyes felt perfectly fine, having little strain he made a quick mental note of the fact and continued on, Moving on to basic muscle training yogi would drop into a push up position. Preforming the push up then springing to his feet and preforming a squat he repeats this action long past the point of straining his muscles.


Feeling weak from the rigorous training and needing lunch and sleep he tasked himself with one more exercise before his day was done. Wanting to unlock the power of greater hyuuga techniques the memories of his mother training sprung to mind, highlighting the vacuum palm technique that would be his next pursuit.


Receiving no formal training in the technique, he had a reasonable understanding on the mechanics of the ability, Figuring it was a close variant of the rotation technique he would need to utilize the force of his chakra flow in a singular direction.Taking a deep breath while moving his arms cocked at his hips, exhaling and sending a massive flow of chakra bursting from the accompanying blow.


Choosing to repeat this action fifty times, finding the experience exhausting the focus on the precise movements and expulsion of large amounts of chakra informed the young man he had a long way to go before he could claim to be a master of the gentle fist. Barely reaching half his target his physical exhaustion had reached its peak, the combination of the hard labourious training, large amounts of chakra used and constant use of the byakugan over a three-hour time period had taken its toll.


Staggering back in to his home he barely made the journey back to his room, crashing down on his bed it didn't take long for the young man to pass out, waking from his sleep a couple of hours in he drifts to the kitchen pecking on a snack before returning to bed, waking roughly an hour before his mission.


Word Counter :  2554
Stat Gain : 12
Jutsu Training - Demonic Illusion :  False surroundings -  2000/2000
Eight Trigrams : Vaccum Palm : 553/3250
[Exit]

Approved