Never break the chain - 3 Days of Training(p)

"Alright iv'e put this off for long enough" Yogi say to himself, looking down at the chain in his hands he had been avoiding learning the new weapon. Although he had accepted the words of wisdom offered from master moji of a local dojo, he was still reluctant to begin his mastery of the new tool.
Having filled his last two days with missions he had decided he could no longer procrastinate, found within the familiar surrounding of the hyuuga dojo yogimiru stands with his weapon in hands trying to find the will power to start a training routine.


Offering some faith in master moji words yogimiru slides the chain through his right hand allowing for two feet of slack protruding from his clenched first, rotating his right wrist he would start to build momentum causing the chain to follow, starting as a slow looping action the chain would quickly build speed accelerating into a whirling rotation.Starting with a basic path yogimiru would attempt to maintain the spinning of the chain while preforming a figure eight pattern.


Controlling the path of the weapon with his right arm, it would weave across his torso right to left, circling up and back to create the figure, eight patterns, the chain would respond. Creating a whirling shield surrounding the front half off his body with a constantly moving steel chain. Having built up a colossal amount of force from the consistent building moment yogi then proceeds to launch the chain from his right hand.


Holding the tail end of the weight with his left the chain fires out in front with a freighting speed and force. Using the control of his left hand, he would whip his wrist back towards him sending a bounce through the line, causing the chain to react by darting back at him his in experience would lead to injury.


The four kilogram weight flying back at him carrying the force of his previous actions would collide with the young mans jaw. The incredible speed and impact of the blow easily knock the young man to the ground, send into darkness he would remain unconscious for the next coming hour. Opening his eyes and feeling a swelling pain in his jaw it wouldn't take long for the young man to understand the danger of training with such a specified tool.


Rubbing his jaw before returning to his feet he then reaches down to pick up his chain once more. Looking down at the chain his mind questioned "How will i ever learn to fight with this thing. " grasping the weapon at each end along the weights he takes a deep breath and readies himself once more. Trying a different technique he would enter his gentle fist stance, holding the chain along the length of his back then continues to slow carry out the basic strikes style.


Shifting the chains hold from left to right he would carry out the blows by whipping the chain with his normal attacks, utilizing the movements to chain the dominate attacking hand. Beginning to gain confidence his attacks would increase in speed, sending the chain launching in the direction of the blow his movements in combination of the weapon would resemble dancing flower petals.


Continuing to expand his confidence yogmiru would integrate whirling strikes and movements into his attacking pattern creating a freighting space of consistently moving strikes. Gripping the chain at each end and tightening it with a lashing motion covering his torso he then takes a deep breath before heightening the risk of his training.


Sending a flow of his chakra over the steel substance, the strength of his weapon would increase, Returning to his gentle fist style he would start his attacks once more. Developing a basic attack pattern utilizing his weapon he would procced as follows. First holding his chain across his shoulders tightened and being held in each hand he would first leap off his left foot.


Creating a driving power towards his right, he would then let go of the chain with his left, sending it flying in a whipping movement with a jab of his right, swinging over head and launching in front of him the chain would then proceed to follow through back towards himself. Grabbing the incoming chain with his left and letting go with his right, he then rotates his body from the right foot, swinging outward with his left the chain would reach by sending a swipe vertically.


Twisting his body entire body in a 360' motion the chain would follow, swinging around him in a complete circle he would release the chain with his left, catching it with his right and launching a diagonal swipe before completing the routine. Repeating the process while becoming familiar with the mechanics of his new weapon it begun to install confidence in the idea.


Spending the next several hours experimenting with the new weapon learning all of the applications of his new weapon he felt quietly confident he could integrate this weapon into his current techniques. Reaching mid-day the young man had a need for sustenance, coiling his chain and returning it to his equipment pouch he would then proceed to the kitchen.
Having built up a tremendous hunger he had decided that he would prepare a cooked lunch, looking the fridge for inspiration he would look at his ingredients some form of direction, having a several choice for protein including fish, chicken and lamb he would first need to select one to narrow his decisions.


Figuring that the fish would be the first to spoil he had made his selection, narrowing his choices he was now left with finding the rest of the meal, opening the vegetable draw hes presented his onions, carrots, spring onion and a slue of other fresh ingredients, focusing on the mentioned veg he would take his acquired ingredients to the kitchen bench,
Having the foundations of his meal, he then looks to the pantry for flavourings such as spices and herbs, noticing potatoes and a variety of spices a fish stew comes to find. Now having a clear vision in mind he starts by breaking down the whole fish, grabbing a thin knife from his kitchen draw he proceeds to make his first cut.


Making a long cut from the tip of the fist too the bottom along the gills he then flattens his knife cutting along the spine of the fish to separate a perfect fillet. Flipping the fish over and repeating the same action he was left with two large 700g fillets and the head and bones of the fist. Not being wasteful he would use the scraps to produce the foundations of a fish stock.


Adding a variety of spices to the stock during the simmering process along with the potato,onions and carrot the stew was wafting a temptous concoction of flavors, finally adding the delicate fillets cut into chunks the stew would simmer over the next hour.


Filling the house with a mouth watering smell yogimiru had no choice but to wait untill the ingredients cooked off, reading the tales of uzumaki naruto while he waited. Finally reaching the fifth chapter the story continued to compel him. Once finished the young man would fill a large bowl of his home made meal, returning to his readings as he finished two bowls.


Feeling complete filled and fulfilled he moves to tidying the kitchen placing the two portions of leftovers in the fridge for later. Feeling relativized he would become torn between continuing reading or training with his weapon. Having to choose the adult decision of a chore over pleasure he have no choice but to return to his training.


Existing his home and entering the yard of the compound it was surrounded by a walkway in each direction linking the multitude of homesteads and dojos that the complex held. Finding his way outside the dojo the area held both the dojo itself and an outdoor arena. Wanting to bask in the warmth of the summer sun the young man would take to the arena this time, reaching for his chain he then leaps into the space whipping out the weapon creating a cross pattern along his torso.


The chain reacting by swinging accordingly it would create two circular turns around the young man, shifting his waist from right to left and back again he would use his bodies momentum to excel two strikes swinging the length of the four foot chain with to whipping actions. Coiling and snapping in front of him the weight at the end pulling a bouncing along the line, having a better grasp of his weapon he would use this snap back to launch a vertical blow with the chain.


Being able to keep a constant moment by maintaining consistent movement the chain would trail the young man slapping, darting and whipping around with each of his blows, feeling the beginnings of a bond forming yogimiru seamed to grasp the will of the weapon. Proceeding with basic drills and attacks he would solidly the foundations of wielding the obscure weapon before the end of the day.


Feeling the impact of the weighted weapon his muscles ached, however light the weights may be the manipulation of the four kilograms at great speeds was a surprising amount of work, reaching his room he flops down on his bed quickly drifting into slumber.


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Waking this day like any other the young man would waste no time, quickly completing his normal routine of a shower, change of clothes and breakfast he would find his way once more towards the hyuuga dojo. The twinkling twilight of the mornings sun always cast a beautiful light upon the space, highlighting the heirlooms hanging on the wall and creating a sense of magic in the air.

Walking across the cool polished floorboards of the room he made his way to the center of the room, wanting to start the day with his clans signature style he would resist the urge to practice with his new tool. Reverting to his go to style, his center of gravity drops slightly as his body lowers, extending his arms outwards in opposite directions he takes a deep breath.

Pushing forwards from the back foot, he would lung into his first attack, driving forward with two fingers pronged and ready he would bring his left side in line with his right launching a left blow to accompany the action, following this process his speed would continue to exceed strike after strike.

His body weaving and ducking his arms would launch like snakes seeking out their prey, with incredible speed and furosity his body would continue to warm, his muscle begin to fire as his warm up starts to reach its effect. Body now completely awake he contracts the muscles around his eyes activating his byakugan, now striking with his complete speed and force he would continue to launch a multitude of blows.

Dancing around the space for the next thirty minutes he would finish his warm up routine before returning to the center of the room. Having realised the strain his new weapon put on his devolving muscles the young man would need to integrate strength training now more than ever, dropping to the floor and assembling a push up he would aim to complete one hundred standard and one handed reps.

Retracting his muscles and drawing himself towards the floor the young man could feel the weight of his body as he pushed himself back upright, "One" he told himself, focusing on technique rather than the task at hand he would continue to slowly decline his body and elevate making sure to use his core and arms rather than his back.
Pushing into forty-five minutes yogimiru had reached the seventy-second push up, his muscles shaking and screaming for mercy his body releasing a stream of sweat the task was more difficult then he originally thought, the process making him realize his dependance on chakra this would underline his need to continue the strength training.
Pushing through the pain to make it to the eighty-eighths repetition his body could no longer continue, his arms giving out, it would drop him to the ground "Dam it, im still not good enough" he would detrimentally tell himself. Having only passed near two hours he felt as if his entire day of training had been thrown out of the window.

Remaining lying on the floor for the next twenty minute yogimirus anger at himself continued to grow, forcing his muscles to respond the achingly fire to return the young man too his push up stance. Feeling weak and limber he felt as if he could drop at any time, arms shaking like a leaf blowing in the wind. "Come on yogi you can do this, twelve more." Forcing his body he would commit to acheiving another push up "eleven" counting the remaining reps he continues his actions.
Barely making it two his target his arms would only raise him half way before dropping him to the floor once more, the pain staking ordeal taking nearly two hours the young man would lie down completely exhausted, taking his back and remaining still to regain his energy.

After taking a close to an hour to recuperate to a point that he could move with a slight lumbering to his actions he decided his body wasn't ready for the addition one handed push up's, not wanting to concede to his bodies exhaustion he would next attempt some low impact training. Utilizing deep breathing he would stand straight bring his arms along side his hips, matching his breaths he would proceed to launch corresponding palms. Feeling the twinge of his muscle with each strike he decided after launching a total of fifty strikes that any more training might actually damage his muscles. Having no choice but to prematurely wrap up his timing he reluctantly leaves the dojo returning to his homestead.

Having opened up his day with the sudden change to his plan he would use this time to return to the world of naturo, reaching the seventh chapter the young man was dying to return to the story, slowly crawling up stairs to get to his room his body was completely broken, with each step it would cry out for rest. Reaching his room he would lumber over to his bed, crashing down on the comforting furniture he would raised to sit and pull out the book from his equipment pouch. Flipping to his marker he would return from where he left of his brain painting the picture of the written words.

Reaching the time skip the tale was only becoming richer, the threat to the leaf offered by the akatsuki reflected the current political client. Describing the fight between the puppet users and the kazekage yogimiru couldn't help but get hyped as the combat progressed. Filling his head with the depth and skill of high-level ninja he would read on in awe on confirming his thoughts that he still needed to become stronger.
Passing a few hours lunches quickly snuck up on the young man, being a man of regiment and structure he would make his way to the kitchen to heat up the a portion of the leftover from the day before. The flavours of the stew evolving over night the food felt even more delicious than before, finishing his meal and returning to his room his body was still lumbering.

Returning to his bed once more he would return to the story completing out the chapter along with the arc, climaxing with gara's bijuu being stone yogimiru close the book and sat back to absorb the full impact of the chapter. Pondering how the characters obtained such powers he sat pondering the idea, reflecting on how this reflected upon him he quired if he was trying to spread himself too thin.
Pondering how the characters obtained such powers he sat pondering the idea, reflecting on how this reflected upon him he quired if he was trying to spread himself too thin.

Having previously thought of creating a new genjutsu based gentle fist technique and also trying to strength his body and master a new weapon he wondered if the two opposing idea were to hard to achieve. Meditating on this fact, he decided that he could only walk the path he's been presented confirming his choices he would use this solace to invigorate himself in the future.

His thoughts clearing, he would once against return to asking whats next, containing the book. Opening the pages once more he progresses to the next chapter reading "Chapter 8 - Return of sasuke" the title flaring his intrigue "Oh wow" he said out loud quickly covering the writings. The start of the chapter set on a bridge with the new formed team 7 and orochimaru and kabuto things where getting good.

Time ticks away as the young man flips from page to page, the reveal of the five tail form blowing yogimiru away. "Holy shit you're kidding me" he though as the intense bout continued. The fight and reveal of sasuke was spectacular the display of the new strength of the characters was truely amazing to the young man,

Having passed several hours and hyped from the fight scene the young man sprung from his bed, although still sore his body couldn't help but move as he jumped around the room throwing strikes. Yogimiru the hero of the story able to overcome orochimaru with nothing but his own strength the image faded. Looking around his room to see a trail of destruction caused by his fantasy his palm raises to his head "God dam it" he said out loud having to clean the mess.

The sun heading towards the horizon would lead the village into the afternoon, having recovered from the strain on his muscles the young man decided to return to the dojo to complete a few more hours of training. Reaching the space cast in a dwindling light the moving sun would gradually darken the space, entering the center of the room yogimiru wanted to continue with the strength training from earlier.
Dropping to his hand and knees and assembling the push up position he would set a more realistic target of completing fifty-one handed push up with both his left and right. Starting with his primary side he would place his right arm curled behind his back as he distrubutes his weight towards his left. "Alright, one" he thinks after completing his first push up.

Finding the task much easier he breezed through the strength training within the next passing hour, returning to his feet he still had roughly an hour before the dojo would be cast in darkness. Reaching into his equipment pouch and drawing his chain he would grasp either side of it preparing for some basic drills.
Consisting of whips, lunges, vertical and diagonal blows the movement how ever basic would continue to build the foundations of mastering the weapon, revolving the chain around his body with great speed this training would also focus on keeping the chain consistently moving and matching the young boys body movements.
Having delt with an intense training routine both yesterday and the current yogimiru would complete his training for sunset, his body in desperate need for rest his feet would move for themselves escorting him to his bed to gain some much needed sleep.

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"Nekrun how are you doing" looking back over at the young uzumaki the scene was gruesome, showing little restraint the young ninja combated the lowly thugs, making short work of his attackers the young man would go on to break an elbow of one and a knee of another, offering a shred of mercy with allowing the final to escape with the pair. Turning towards yogimiru the uzumaki proceeds to point at yogimiru "Yogimiru, i will be stronger than you." he states with a look of determination and conviction, *HuRrP* gasping for air yogimiru woke in the depth of the night. "What was that all about" he questioned himself looking into the pitch black room.

Eventually forgetting the dream and drifting back to sleep, this dream would be a clear reflection of the young mans subconscious, the words of his new comrade nekrun issued on their mission had dug up a deep seeded fear of failure. Having grandiose plan for his future failure was not an option to yogi, barring the weight of his dead mothers dreams and his own he couldn't accept failure thus creating the subconscious fear.
Sleeping for the remainder of the night the warm kiss of the morning sun and the sweet sound of playful bird woke the young man from his slumber. Feeling refreshed and hungry from skipping dinner the night before he quickly showered and changed and decided to go out for breakfast.

Entering the waking town stead the activities of the local merchants stocking their stores and preparing for the day ahead filled the streets, returning to the tea hut he visited before he would be welcomed by a new waitress. Standing at 5'9 wearing a short cut waitress outfit the material would cling to her curvaceous body, wearing her hair in pigtails and coloured a chestnut brown she took the young mans eye.
"Hi how are you today, can i get you a table or booth", slightly embarrassed by the beauty of the young woman yogimiru avoided contact shyly replying "Umm, ill take the booth by the window if thats okay", "Of course" she responds escorting yogi to his booth leaving him with a menu.
Watching the girl as she left yogimiru was struck by her beauty fantasizing about charming her into a date his mind would fill with teenage thoughts. Becoming increasingly dirty he shook his head to clear it and looked down on the menu, his stomach growling for food his appetite demanded a large breakfast.

Returning after a few short minutes, the waitress greets him with a stunning smile, "Have you decided what you want?" she says with her soft sexy voice. Finally conquering his embarrassment he looked up at the waitress "Yeah ill have a big breakfast with a cup of green tea, please" he says returning her smile, "Good choice, ill be back shortly".
The waitress leaving his side once more he couldn't help but return to fantasies of the waitress, mentally making out with the girl and exploring her body yogimiru knew that this was not the time nor the place. Trying to detract himself he would pull out the book from his equipment pouch to return to the tales of naruto uzumaki.

Swiftly returning with his meal it consisted of an big english breakfast, the plate containing two sunny side eggs, two slices of multigrain toast, bacon and grilled tomato it offered a platter of sumptuous temptations. "Thank you miss" he would say bashfully before starting his meal, having to use manner in the presences of a great beauty he would daintily take his time with the meal. Satisfying his monstrous hunger, he took his last sip of tea to finish the breakfast, calling over the waitress he would fix up his bill and take his leave. Walking home with a childish grin plastered across his face he fantasized once more of the waitress provocatively enticing the teenage boy.

Trying to clear his mind of teenage hormones he would redirect his thought to what his plan for the rest of the day was. Although progressing at a steady rate the young man felt as if his regimented structure still somehow lacked he would ponder on this thought while continuing to walk back towards his household.
Reaching his household and simultaneously coming to the realization that he needed to dedicate more time to learning new jutsu. Rushing upstairs to the bookshelf in his room, he would grab his copy of the jutsu encyclopedia, slapping it down on his desk he would start to flicker through the pages for inspiration.

Coming across multiple articles that peaked his interest he couldn't help but feel foolish when reading the first technique he would practice "Genjutsu Release". Having already master a genjutsu and not even knowing the release made him feel incredibly stupid. *HurrR* he would grown at his own stupidity "Alright then, the tiger seal hey" he said out loud.

-> Ram channeling his chakra he would conjure a scantly clad image of the waitress from the tea hut plastered across his wall. Preforming the Demonic Illusion : False surrounding technique the image would become reality. His eye's widen and heart races at the image facing him, the curvaceous body and amount of skin shown was too much for the teenage boy to bear.

Taking his hands and placing them against one another, closing his fingers over leaving his index and middle finger proud ->Tiger "Release." Sending a large flow of chakra through his network, the image would quickly dissipate with a hazy blur. "That was pretty simple," he thought sending a shred of worry about his ideas on a genjutsu gentle fist style. Shaking the doubt, he would continue to look through the book for another jutsu to learn.

Next coming across medical ninjutsu several techniques found had yogimiru seeing both supplementary and combat purposes for the first and most basic of the techniques involved the basic medical ninjutsu Consisting of both a, e and c rank version he would start with the foundations.

Taking a shuriken from his equipment pouch and swiftly slashing a shallow cut on the top of his left arm. Looking down at the book and allowing his hands to remember the seals he slowly preforms the Boat-> Rat -> Snake seal. Harnessing a gentle green glow around his focused around his left hand, placing his hand over the afflicted area the young man could feel a warm sensation.

The cells in his arms accelerated the small cut would slowly start searing over, the skin closing the and covering the cut over roughly a minute. Having learnt the basics of the technique he would proceed to repeat the process time and time again to better understand the chakra flow and manipulation better.

Taking several hours to fully grasp the principles of medical ninjutsu the young man trailed ever closer to mid-day. Feeling like he had only grazed the surface of the medical field but having enough of an understand to feel somewhat competent he would master the basic healing technique by late afternoon.

Haven taken hours longer than he originally anticipated he was left very little time to learn the next technique that peaked his interest, the chakra absorption technique. Applied by touch the technique would drain an opponents chakra based, feeling like he could abuse this jutsu with his natural ability in close combat he would definitely return to it.
Having to leave his training for sustenance the young man would trail back downstairs to the kitchen. Finishing his final portion of left overs the coming day would require him to cook once more, feeling mentally exhausted he thought he would end his day with a peaceful walk around the village.

Watching the sun leave the horizon creating a two tone picture of the warm pinks and oranges of the sunset and the shadowy purple of the coming night sky. Being graced with such beauty it would completely relax the young man washing away his worries of the day. Taking a full hour before returning home and calling it a day, he head to bed early.


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Jutsu Training
Genjutsu Release 500/500, Mastery 500/500 (1000/1000)
Medical Ninjutsu p  Level 1 : 500/500 , Level 2 : 1864/2000
Leaf Whirlwind 1250/1250
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