Party all day, dance all night (Private;Training)

Ichimaru stood there in the dimming light. Watching as the sun slowly lowered taking along its warmth and shine until the next morning reached. The already strange and mixed landscape changing, from a bright mix of ocean and trees to a dim mix of waves and forests. With the moon brought the wind as the waves slowly but surely splashed again the stone made bridge that held up the genin from the sea.

Ichi stood there, his eyes closed shut, silent, as though the thoughts in his head were silencing him as he tried his hardest to let his words escape. The boy's mind was filled with the many different possibilities and paths that laid before, he was ready to grasp that opportunity and better himself. His mind filled with jutsus. The main reason he showed up to this ceremony of transition between day and night. To prepare himself to take the path of the ninja and all of its many abilities.

The sun dipped down a little bit more behind the Earths surface until Ichi finally felt it was time. The grayed retina was not complemented by any other specialties at the time but that would soon change in his life.

Ichi had read through a scroll of a certain technique that deals with the eyes, which aids greatly in the hampering of a target's abilities which was exactly what Ichi wanted. It dealt with the placement of chakra into the eyes and out in the fashion of a blinding flash. Chakra placement in the eyes was that of second nature to Ichi so it felt it would be a great asset at the price of little effort. That just how cocky Ichi was though, he had no idea how wrong the jutsu could go.

After a while, Ichi began the process of starting the jutsu. He began to store chakra in his eyes, slowly closing them at the same time. The chakra flow steady and rapid. He could feel the chakra building up in them. Flowing like a river of power that would be released in a great manner, something that would hamper the opponent and aid captures, Ichi couldn't wait to use this in battle. Soon the limit was reached and it was time to be let loose. His fingers locked into place as the made a symbol that every ninja knew of, the seal of the rat.

Ichi once again opened his eyes in a forceful manner, as if they were lock shut like a jail cell with no key. Most didnt think this would be a problem but they would be wrong as the actual flash came out as nothing but a dim burst, something that would come out of a flash light with low batteries. Ichi's anger grew, he felt it was so unlike him to make such a foolish mistake. Instead of placing the chakra into the flash he placed most of it into his bloodlimit. A simple mistake that most could make but Ichi felt he was too for. His anger made him try harder as he once again gave his attempt at the jutsu.

Ichi slowly began to close his eyes, while at the same time shutting down the jutsu. He started to charge his chakra into his eyes once again. At a slower rate with less chakra placed into them. Once again a forceful motion became present as Ichi eyes opened. His eyes opened in their dormant form, the flash also came out as a blinding flash, but it didn't travel as far as it should.

Ichi's anger grew a bit but felt it was okay to a mistake like this one, he decided to attempt it once more. His patience thinning but his resolve to learn this jutsu growing. He was prepared to perfect this jutsu now and would not take failure as an option.

Ichi's chakra once again began to flow from the lower parts of his body into his eyes. The chakra storing, ready to be released in a forceful manner that would ultimately affect all who opposed it. Ichi's finger joints once again locked into the place of that of the rat hand seal as his eyes once again shut. The chakra building inside became to grow larger and stronger. Finally the limits were reached as Ichi's eyes shot open. A blinding flash escaped his eyes as it covered a 10m radius. Blinding any possible human or animal in the current area and blinding them. A certain feeling of confidence built up inside Ichi as he successfully used the jutsu, even if he wasted a little during the charging and release factor.

Ichi was hit first across the head and held the wooden sword. The man had moved faster than he had expected. Not to mention to have caught Ichi off guard. Ichi saw the next attack coming but still could not dodge the attack and was hit in the stomach with the tip of the wooden sword. The man must be a master. He had no time to dodge it would seem, but he would start to get into the flow of things. The man would come sweeping by again and this time Ichi would dodge, however the man still had another trick. He nailed Ichi in the stomach with a well placed kick that sent him backwards. Ichi was out of breath and stood back up waiting for more of the vicious assaults to begin. The old man was surprisingly agile for someone who looked to be in the age range of their late sixties. However, Ichi would not hold back from trying to dodge. The whole point of the lesson seemed based on dodging so therefore Ichi needed to dodge and not attack back.

The next attack came and Ichi would dodge again, and this time a punch was intended for his face. Ichi ducked, but still his forhead was scraped by the man"s fist. Such strength for someone so old." Ichi would say to himself as he tried to jump back. What was more frightening was that the old man, was probably holding back. he dodged a slash of the sword and then the back hand. He wouldn"t however dodge the come around swing fot he sword which would nail him in the arm. His arm was now in searing hot pain and he jumped back holding his arm, trying to hold onto the sword. Dodging these assaults was something he was unused to. However, he not only needed to, but had to do it. If he didn"t, surely this man would destroy him. He held the sword, griping it with both hands and felt pain from the area he had just been hit at. It was now throbbing and pulsating with his heart rate. Which was fast given all the movement he had been doing. He held the sword and waited.

The old timer was surely going to attack again. Right on que, as if he had seen it coming from a mile away, the old man charged forward. He gave up trying to be fast and fancy with his movements. He ended up exhaling more energy than gaining when he did that. He simply did the easier thing to do and side stepped the attack. Feeling another one coming around, just from gut feeling more than skill, he twisted around and did a turn. Dodging a stabbing thrust to his stomach. Theman threw a punch in which he slide his head to the side for a quick dodge. Then a nice, crisp slicing motion with the sword was coming. He foresaw it in his mind, as the man began to move his arm. Drawing in back he knew exactly what the man was going to do. Only one way he knew how to counter it.

He tried to twist again however the old man grabbed his collar holding him steady. He had been doing so good. No, he would not give up, not yet. He finally used his sword for something and tilted it upwards blocking the oncoming slice and knocking it back into the old man. The man let go of his collar, after he applied a little more pressure into his twist, to make it a jerk. They two jumped back and he waited for the next assault, he knew it would not be an easy would to dodge, but he would somehow dodge it. He had to, but the man put his sword to his side and smiled, and he took up a guarded position. Bringing his blade in front of him, preparing for the next stage of the assault to begin. He just hoped he could hold out against the old timer.

The next day,
Ichi was walking down the middle of now where on a deserted beach of Kirigakure. Gods know there where many of them. He stopped and took in the damp sweetness of the morning sun rise. His decision to come here was no doubt the right one. The People here are friendly and the ninja fierce. Strong. He knew he needed to catch up. His abilities as of now were a minimum, and he knew it. He had no one of his clan to teach him and no friends. Working here and there as an extra hand here and there for a few ryo. Barely making it by. Living off hunting and gathering like a nomad. Fishing as his father taught him. The sun raising a bit higher, slowly, reminded him of how he too will slowly be rising. The sun does"t need anyone to teach it to be what it is, neither does he. Ichi took off his father"s long coat and set it on a large rock nearby, making sure not to get any sand on it. It was his treasure. What then? What can Ichi do on his own to put himself up with the rest. He thought for a few minutes and he couldn"t believe how dumb he had been.

The one other thing he treasured more than anything, his tail! Smiling he looked down at his right forearm as his tail wiggled, then the same happened with his ears. Feeling the tail move around, flowing he harmonized with them. They weren"t a tool to him. They were part of him. A gift of his father"s, and his father"s father. This is a blessing. A strange thought passed his mind. Bowing down he made the tips touch. Kepping in mind the feeling of doing the tail technique, he fused the tips , then added the other three to them, but made sure not to complete it for the rest of the length of the tail. Amazed at this little trick he did he played around with it. Swinging the blob he made around and being quite amused with himself another idea popped into his head. He focused and shaped the blob into a round edged block and looked at a large rock by him.

He remembered how strong these gifts could be and started walking over to the rock. Raising his arm and tail he cocked back the block he made and threw down his arm a few inches from the rock and let the continued centrifugal continue pushing the block downward onto the rock. As he did this he was doing math in his head. His tail had as much strength to lift one fourth his weight about 200 lbs. So he could lift 50 lbs. that times 5 would be 250 lbs worth of strength. Plus his own arm which could lift around 100 lbs. The centrifugal force added many more lbs of pressure which should make this powerful. Contact was made and he was lifted up off the ground from the blow. The rock chipped a bit but no real amount of damage was made. Disappointed he lifted up his arm and moved the tail over from his left arm to his right and added them to what he had made. Thinking a bit more he put the base of the tail in spots circling around the middle of his forearm and placed the block on top of his fist. This should do a bit better. He ran at the rock and dodged an imagined kunai thrust to his face, crouched down building up his legs like a spring and pulling his new fist down to his hip. Unleashing both the spring that was his legs and his poised strike at the same time, he stuck the rock again. Failure. He was getting somewhere though. He felt so damn close. Standing back and looking at the undamaged rock and his new jutsu in development, he twisted and contorted his invention. Ichi was felt like his mind was struck by lightning. He remembered his legs, the way they were tensed like a spring. What if he could add that kind of power to his creation? Moving the base of the tail further up his arm, he bowed the shaft of the tail, twisted it and put strain on them, coiling them like so many springs. He backed up looking at the rock and ran toward it, executing the same maneuver and striking true upon the rock, breaking a large chunk of it off. holding the finishing pose he then stood up and look at his new creation. It sounded right. It sounded good. It left just right.

Satisfied Ichi unformed his tail and dismissed all but his ears. Sitting down he thought to himself, well that"s one, but I need more. This was a great but there is always more to discover. Standing up he looked around. Thinking he played around more with his tail. Stretching it out, whipping them out. Grabbing at rocks and throwing them at mock targets. As he was waiting time he noticed a snake slither by, minding its own business. Ichi watched it slither away, liking how it looked like his gifts. He marveled at it, wishing he could do the same with his little friends. Thinking about it he could separate with them through the pads. Hell, he could make a Bushin with them.

Why can"t he control one tail? Ichi held up his right arm stroking his tail. He focused on it. Channeled chakra into it along with his will. Feeling the pressure of it being relived of hid arm, he watched it fall to the ground. It turned to a puddle of blood after a few seconds. Ichi sighed and tried again. Focusing, hoping and concentrating he repeated the kunai procedure, to the same affect. Looking at the two piles of blood he sighed again. No! He can"t just feel let down after each try. He had to keep trying. You can"t just expect to get it on the first time, not even the fifth time. He had to be steadfast and keep trying. It just wasn"t working and he was feeling a bit tired. He decided it was time for a break.

Later on,
He grabbed his coat and walked back to town. Fooling around in his pocket he dug out some money as he walked. Time to get some food. He thought to himself. Walking up to the ramen shop he took a seat and look at Jim, his favorite server. "Hey Jim." He said in a happy voice. "Nice seeing you here boy" greeted the man. "What do you want, boy?" "The usual" Ichi said with a smirk. Jim winked and turned around and started on his favorite ramen, teriyaki squid. The smell made his mouth water. Looking back at Ichi Jim asked "What ya' been up to squirt?" Ichi straightened up "Makin new jutsu, how 'bout you?" Jim grunted a bit "Makin' food, what ya think kid?" laughing Ichi placed his elbows on the counter and rested his chin in his palms. "You come up with anythin" good yet Ichi?" the big man said not turning around. "Yeah, came up with one, workin" on another. Kinda' stuck though." Jim turned around with a steaming bowl of deliciousness. Happy, Ichi rubbed his hands together and then started to fish out his money. "Keep it, this one"s on me boy" Ichi said with a smile. Not complaining Ichi began eating away. "What"s getting you stuck and makin' you come here for my slop?" Jim asked with a raised brow. Ichi slurped up a bit of noodles hanging out of his mouth and swallowed. Ichi responded on it, where it was said that he had trouble with his tail alone. At this Ichi rubbed his chin and had the look of a man in deep thought. Ichi used this time to shovel some more ramen in his mouth. A light went off in the mans eyes and he grunted out a bit of a laugh. "Thought about not cutting it off? Maybe willing it off instead of cutting the weird thing off would keep it from mukin up. Maybe it"s the damage that"s casing" em" to disagree with ya." Wide eyed Much stopped eating and look at the man. Of course, It"s the damage that's messin everything up. How come he didn"t think of this himself?! "Hm, bet your right old man. Matter a fact I"m gonna try it after this fine bowl of ramen." Finishing the ramen and standing up, Ichi bow to the man, "thank you for the ramen and the advice." Waving his hand off at the boy Jim said "Ah don"t worry bout it kid. Just get strong and help out the village. S"what ya s"posed ta be doin in the first place. Don"t give up and make sure to make a name f"yerself." Walking up to the counter Ichi put his hands on the counter and leaned over it. "Thanks ol" man. You"re a good man." Ichi turned around and ran off. crazy boy thought Jim. Hope he makes a good name fer em" self. Looking down at he counter Jim saw enough coin to pay for the soup twice over.

Grinning he thought Good heart that one has. Ichi ran to his little training spot and took off his coat. Feeling refreshed and ready, He withdrew his tail. Ichi focused his chakra into it along with part of his will. Feeling good about the state of it, he focused on it from himself. Slowly he felt the tail start to peel off like an old scab. It feel to the floor and he could feel the sand as though he were rubbing his hand on it. He moved it, slithering around.

It felt odd, but great. It felt like success. Ichi spent an hour or so playing with it. Testing how far he could push it to go away from him. He was surprised by how far it could go. How he could control it to move as if it were still attached to him. Ichi lowered his right hand down and it moved like an obedient loving snake to its master. Holding it he focused on merging with it. To his surprise, it was easy. Another one! Another skill added to his arsenal. Again remembering the snake, he wondered about maybe trying out one more idea. How awesome would it be to have eye"s on it, a mouth, hell a whole face! Like having a pet snake that could gather Intel. Maybe even ones on him to watch his back, or strike while clenched in battle. He laughed at himself. Yeah, it sounded a little strange, even to him. Nothing can stop what your mind can make boy. Never limit yourself, never say you can"t or dismiss an idea cus" it sounds a bit farfetched. There are things out there that people can do that will blow your mind. His father"s voice rang in his head. Smiling, Ichi summoned his gift and looked at it. "Might as well give it a try." He snickered to himself.

Concentrating on the tail, he pictured an eye on the tip. Imagined a wicked looking eye of a demon, black with a red retina and cat shaped at that. A ball formed at the tip of his tail and he got excited, losing the image in his mind. "Damn, dummy" he focused again with the same image in his mind. Closing his eyes Ichi focused and channeled. Feeling a strange sensation he then saw the sea. It looked a bit weird. Like he was wincing one eye. He closed his eyes tighter thinking he was just tired and had opened one eye not thinking about. But he felt both his eyes shut tighter, still seeing the sea.

Ichi moved his tail and also his sight. Startled Ichi opened his eyes, and gasped has he seen the eye he pictured in his mind. He then turned the eye so that he could see himself and smiled. He could see himself smiling. It was weird as all hells, but damn awesome! He poked it, couldn"t help but to. No pain came from it. Laughing he examined himself with the new eye. All the scars, all the stitched up flesh. The scar on his eye ached as he remembered the blood, the screams, and the little girl whose parents he slaughtered in revenge. As quickly as the memories came, he banished them. Keeping in the task at hand he let the eye melt back into the tactical. He focused again, this time imaging a hole int the tail, imagined the inner workings of an ear. Looking at the tail, he saw a hole sink in and heard from a different angle, like when you move your head, except he didn"t move his head. Forming his tail back to normal, he focused on making a mouth.

He imagined a sharks mouth, all those ragged teeth. The pure terrible sharpness of it. Watching he saw it form before his eyes he, sculpted it as an artist would sculpt clay, using his mind as his tool. It was amazing. He then looked deeply into it. He made a tong and without thinking about it. Smirking he wondered if he could make it talk. Said the shark mouth. Ichi, surprised about being able to do that, stumbled back. His voice came out of the thing, it sounded deeper and more horse, but it was his voice all right. Laughing he made it say "How bout" that!" Ichi felt tired all of a sudden. All this trial and error took a lot of chakra. He withdrew his Blood Line trait and walked tired over to his coat. What a great day. Slipping on his coat he walked home with the sun setting behind him.

3763 words, chakra training.

Approved for +18 Chakra and +18 Jutsu Points

With great talent comes great responsibility. The days has passed since Ichi become a graduate of the academy and it was time he got his shit together and train his ass off the become a Chuunin. Genin was pretty much a rank in which he gets a taste of life as a shinobi and train like one, A Chuunin was an ordinary Ninja which a few tricks up their sleeve and such. Ichi was just a slightly over exceeding Genin. He had good coverage in most areas but good wasn't enough for him. Ichi dreams for Kirigakure to have an over powered military, and how is that done? Start at the base of the operation and work your way up. Ichi's encouragement was meant the push more Shinobi into full gear. Ichi arrived at his favorite training ground. It was consisted of a fairly large plain of around 100 meters in diameter and in the center, three trunks evenly spaced apart from each other. The temperature was cool and sudden breezes made the wind chill much colder. The suns warmth was nothing to compared to the weather which made it have no effect. The sky was very clear and quite a beautiful sight. Very few white cirrus clouds inhabited the sky due to the cold weather giving a crisp, fresh feeling to the skin and eyes. Ichi was approaching the training grounds with strong intentions to succeed in the future. He was well armed with a very, very strong variety of weaponry and defenses. Over Ichi's slender, lean build was an assortment of steel plated armor. Very similar to those which ANBU wore with a chest and back plate, Pauldrons, bracers, thigh, and shin guards. Over that was his basic clothing made out of the finest fire proof material available in the style of a black T-shirt and long black pants along with a long sleeved hooded sweater over it. At last we have the excessive weapons the gave Ichi the nick name as "Tank". Three Katana's were worn, One on his left side, and two crossed on him back. A Tanto was right below the Katana on his left placed vertically instead of diagonal. On his waist right where the lower abdomen held a pair of Kunai Knuckles tucked in a belt which was tightly assigned to Ichi's waist. To the right were Three holsters which one was blue and the other two were green. The blue one held a master crafted Kunai and the greens held Shuriken for quick draw. Moving on clockwise, Above the buttock were two pouches, One on the right held the rest of his kunai and more metallic gear while the one on the right was more tactical containing bombs, wire, tags, etc. Below his two Katana's on his back held two Fuuma Shuriken which were folded up and packed ready for action. With all gear Ichi endured he had a high sense in pride to tightly wear his forehead protector around his forehead as it gleamed in the sunlight remarking the village he was from, Kirigakure.

All of Ichi's gear didn't do much for the coldness of the weather but that didn't bother him the slightest. Ichi approached the trunk in the center. The trunk of the far left was cut up in many manners, the trunk on the right was untouched, and the one in the middle was stained by small splatters of blood and dents with shattered pieces of bark. That's right, time to punish himself with Constitution training. When Ichi arrived he clenched his first as tight as he could and released the grip letting the blood run back in his hands. His knuckles were already calloused from previous training methods and beatings he gave and took. That was just the way the cookie crumbled in the life as a Shinobi. What is a good practice without a few warm ups? Being attached to the gear most of his life, Ichi's gear was a part of him so difficulty moving wasn't a problem. For thirty seconds Ichi preformed jumping jacks to get the blood pushed to the furthest regions of his body. After that he began chopping his feet with vigorous speed dropping, then popping himself back up. After those bits of exercise he was ready to train. He squared up into a basic fighting stance, he kept his guard up and focused on the trunk as if it was actually another person reading his movements. When the time was right, Ichi extended his right arm in a quick jab, and right after that another jab followed along with a left straight the hard surface. The power punch that was delivered had no effect of Ichi due mainly because his pain tolerance was already making it's way up the ladder and a few strikes won't harm him as much. Taking one step in with his leading foot, the right one, he preformed a jab and having his left foot follow and his left hand preformed an upper cut to the surface. With a bit of clumsiness and poor hand eye coordination the punch skidded the tree grinding his knuckles on the bark of the tree and caused the skin the peel back. The slight bleeding didn't phase Ichi as he continued the beating on the tree landing many lower hooks meant for the body. After series of punches the bark was become loose and chip away. After stopping from a ten minute period of consistent combos he checked his knuckles. They were swollen as skinned from the training. A small spark as excitement fulfilled Ichi but he wasn't over yet. Taking steps back he began to preform lower kicks the the base of the tree. Repeating the motion with only his right leg began slowly, oh slowly dent the wood. The Mahogany truck could take various beatings before it was break down, in this case it has been taking many for a while.

Kick after kick started a burn in Ichi's right leg so he switched. He started kicks with his left legs as he started that side of the tree. Riddling the tree with kicks began to tire Ichi. He wasn't a machine of pure energy yet so taking breaks at time was okay. Once Ichi finished his last left kick and jumped in the air rotating into a spinning right kick full power which wiped some bark off the surface using his sandal. Ichi turned around and walked a few feet looking deep into the forest, and then up at the orb of white light, setting in the sky. Day dreaming Ichi thought of a place of endless peace from the work he puts in now and later in the after life. Taking Nirvana off his mind at the moment he still had training to finish. Beating yourself wasn't the only method of gaining a higher tolerance to pain, but pushing yourself will work as well. Facing the trunks again he dropped to the floor. Gripping the ground he began pushing himself up off the ground and down again repeating the motion. "Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen! Dammit! Twenty!" Ichi collapsed to the ground and laid his arms out in front of his resting himself as the burn settled down in his arms and chest. Ichi was thinking, things like this wouldn't happen if he had someone to spar with, Maybe a higher rank would push him around, give something to shoot for, but for now he had to deal with the cards he was dealt with. One more push up and Ichi would get on his feet. Looking at his surroundings he had nothing much to do, or any more hope to find someone. Gripping his clench again he squared up to the center tree again ready for fist combat. The hands were slightly swollen from the beating but punching it down would gain himself an edge with combat. Ichi threw in a right hook to the head, and then a left hook and repeated the motion several time until he started to feel pain in his fist. This was a good sign to show improvement to be made. Putting his body movement into the power strikes he would cut his knuckles in a manner of good will. The fist weren't the only hand-to-hand combat tools used. Stepping in he switched to elbow strikes to the head left and right. The triceps burned and hit elbows were taking a beating like the rest of his body. "One-O-Two, One-O-Three." The strikes continued rapidly without tire. The truck was actually degrading from the strikes fasten than normal and Ichi was getting stronger. One final strike with the right and Ichi was finished. Rubbing his elbows he slightly chuckled to himself and placed his hands in his pockets. "I'm gonna be fucked in the morning." Ichi was still immature but being Fourteen he still had a small excuse to be so. Ichi looked up into the sky again and fell on his buttock and laying back. Placing his hands behind his head he looked at the chilled sky and the frosty clouds slowly swift after some time. His hands stopped trembling in a few minutes as his body started to recover. Reaching in his back hit pouch he pulled out a bag of chip, Barbeque flavored and pulled open the bag as the sent of kettle cooked potatoes filled the area around Ichi as he reached in pulling out a chip and chomping on the first bite, the best.

As far as complete determination went, Ichi was one of them, having became chuunin early on in his life after graduating from the Academy he was sure that he was going to quickly rise through the ranks of the Kirigakure shinobi and eventually become the youngest mizukage in history, yet that was just a dream as his reality had set in a long long long time ago, though he hadn’t the slightest idea why, he was stuck in a rut that prevented him from achieving what he wanted to do, he was stuck as a chuunin and had been here for a few years, he was looking for something better to get out of this and he wasn’t going to be letting himself forget that his goal is to become an anbu and eventually even the mizukage, but his hopes could be far off if he didn’t get training in, and he would have an added surprise as the mystical phenomenon of him training intensively was about to unfold. Ichi was going to be training in a fairly large area where the sun was shining but in contrast it was a bit chilled, there was a few white clouds that lingered, and upon further inspection, should one be educated in the formation of clouds, one could discover that they were cirrus clouds. The morning dew whet the grounds appetite for hydration, leaving in its wake a glistening field of droplets that took to the grass and held on firm. The moisture on the leaves would be quickly gone as he stepped through, but not because of his movements but because that was what his body desired more and his body would have it despite the membrane that could be called skin that enveloped his body, of which would quickly absorb any form of hydration available.

He inhaled deeply as he took in the crisp taste of moist air through his esophagus and into his lungs, a refreshing feeling overwhelmed his senses with a slight tingly feeling that seemed to waken his inner hunger for adventure as well as bodily harm in the form of exercise. On this day that he enjoyed, he was clad in a fairly classic “Ichi” fashion, he had always favored pants over shorts and today he had on his black jeans, they weren’t loose at all though they allowed his legs to breathe. He also had a black t-shirt adorned over his bare chest, it was of a medium size but also allowed for him to breathe and move about comfortably. Over his shirt he had a black and grey jacket, that he only wore for the fashion of it, he also had a unique clan insignia on etched onto the front flap of the jacket, of which the collar was in an upturned position. He also managed to wear a chain around his neck with a crystallized water droplet, but contrary to popular belief it was just a trinket from his father of the day he turned into a chuunin and gained the blessings of his clan. His hair was white as was customary with his bloodline, but in contrast his skin tone was that of his mother’s, which would mark him as a unique individual among his clan for having a tanner skin color as opposed to the usual paleness of the rest of the clan. His blue eyes would pierce through to anyone, his abilities allowing him to be a capable sensor thanks to his skills in detail and tracking, which he thought would make him a top choice for anbu, but he could understand that his skills were……lacking.

His ability to move quickly was an asset as was his characteristic traits of not wasting any movements or any chances. The training ground was ripe for him to begin his training, a sleek smirk appeared across his face as he eagerly moved for the first thing he saw, which would be a wooden dummy, it didn’t take an expert to see that this dummy, or rather this group of dummies were designed to spin and strike an opponent when struck first. His smile grew wider as he lept into the fray like an excited yet malicious martial artist attacking a group of murderous bandits, which coincidentally, they were dressed in a similar fashion to. As he appeared amidst them in a crouched position, he would shoot himself into a standing position as he took his form and quickly began his assault. In total there were five, two were located behind him, two were located on his left and right and finally one directly in front of him, they were placed in a manner so that no matter how the person turned, they would always have these positioning. In a flurry of unique combinations involving punches and thrusts he began, first with the dummy to the front of him, he would strike the chest invoking no movement from the training dummy, but he would invoke a reaction with his next wrist thrust that hit the left pectoral muscles, causing the dummy to swing towards the right with its arms poised to strike Ichi’s face. Ducking he would then move into a quick front-flip that would allow his right heel to kick the chin of the dummy behind him on his left. The arms of the dummy flung upwards, countering, Ichi turned his body sideways as he planted back onto the ground, this movement being very delicate and careful as he dodged the double arm attack. He would then strike out in a side punch, one used commonly in jiu jitsu, the punch hit the dummy at an angle causing it to flail its arms as it spun in the direction of his strike. Ducking once more he would rise up, using his right arm to deflect a blow as his left followed up with a quick open palm to the abdominal area of the dummy, invoking no further reaction. He would then spin around with a back fist strike to the dummy adjacent to the one he was just attacking, the attack caused the dummy to rotate to his left, to which he countered by stepping in close and performing a myriad of combination attacks that involved him kneeing the dummy twice in the ribs as he held firmly onto its head, which was followed up by him jumping backwards then instantly leaping back into it as he rotated his fist into the mid position of the target’s chest.


Keeping his momentum that he was building up he would kick off of the dummy, only to half-ass it onto his hands, which allowed him to perform a handstand which would be followed by a barrage of kicks to the dummy behind him on his right. The dummy would take the kicks, attempting to spin to attack but cut off because of the onslaught that seemed to be relentless. But just as it seemed that it was never going to end, he bent his elbows and lept with his feet forward planting them both into the dummy’s chest. Afterward he would jump, a quick tuck flip into the air only to come down again mid-center of the fray, launching an attack in every direction, while simultaneously dodging respective attacks that reacted in an almost appropriate, though vaguely predictable manner. He let out a loud roar as he waved his left hand in a circular motion, it stretched out of length to become longer, at a glance it looked quick, but in reality it was a motion that caused the dummy’s to be beheaded, stopping their motions indefinitely. He sighed as he wiped his face, the sweat teeming from his pores and dropping to the ground to join up with the moisture from before. He would watch as across the training grounds was another shinobi, a genin by the amount of chakra he had, the genin was rather tough, fighting against a log and doing well to be fighting an inanimate object.

Ichi’s right hand thrust into the air as he reached to his side and grasped his water bottle, something that he carried with him regardless of most circumstances. He leaned his head back as he took in large gulp of water into his system which nearly emptied the large bottle of water. He wiped his mouth to reveal another smile, a sign that something was about to happen. He looked around, his gaze catching the sight of large rock that had been triple-layered with cushions, something that he was glad for finding. He smirked as he charged it, he was now about to get into his zone as he lept forward with a strong punch to it’s center, or what he determined to be its center as he estimated by the range of attack he would initiate. His body tensed as the vibration of the impact shook his arm, he wouldn’t stop though as he continued to attack the rock, this time he only used his fist however, preferring to leave his legs for training on some other thing. He rocked the boulder with each punch, his expression remaining in a smile but starting to twist and morph into an angry face with a slight sarcastic smile. His punches continued and slowed not one bit, one after another they pounded the face of the boulder, his eyes beginning to mix reality with imagination as the boulder seemed to morph into an enemy ninja. His fist would impact face only, rocking the imaginary shinobi with each contact. He bit his lip as he changed the area of his attack to the abdomen as well, he crouched slightly, the result of bending his knees that allowed him to hold his balance while maintaining a combat position and posture. His arms extended as he allowed each blow to deal damage itself with an intensively determined fist, his arms continued to wack at the boulder, though blood didn’t splurt from the wounds on his hands, he was definitely leaking fluid unlike any other. With one final punch he dealt a strengthened blow to the boulder, causing it to shake to its foundation, a feature that made Ichi happy. He rose into an upright position after battering the rock for nearly two hours, as he rose he nearly stumbled backwards, having to catch his balance quickly but not having the energy to do so after having been in a kneeling position for such a long time. The circulation in his legs had been all but cut off, he fell flat on his ass, feeling the burn from his momentary warm up, he had a newfound ecstasy in delivering a pounding onto an enemy whether it be an inanimate object or an actual target, either way he was fairly exhausted. He reached once more for his water bottle, taking a sip to the contrary of his last partake of it. He then fell flat onto the ground allowing the grass to grace past his ears and towards his face, though he was enjoying the dew splashing onto him, he had the feeling that he should be resting a little less comfortably as to allow himself to fully enjoy the fact that he was resting. Raising his head a bit he turned to the genin that seemed now to be resting as well, though he wasn’t sure for how long though.

Ichi smirked and decided to joke a bit with the other shinobi, something that was often missed when dealing with other people. Not to say he was anti social, he was however, a bit of a loner when it came to interacting with people he didn’t readily know, though once a conversation was started he would have no problem in opening up and communicating with someone. For now he would only enjoy the momentary pause in dialogue and expect for some sort of response back so that he could perhaps see if he was allowed or rather, given permission to use the shinobi as a sort of replacement for his last training partner, Ichi.

Ichi didn't expect the action Ichi preformed to even exist. How could a man reduce himself into a mist like that? Ichi hadn't have much time to think about the move because Ichi went straight for a counter attack. It lacked planning and tactical movement. Ichi stepped as fast as he could to the right and held his hands over his head but his movement wasn't as swift as a Chuunin's. Ichi's left elbow caught the heel of his foot, with great power put into it making Ichi tip to the left. "Damn you're strong" Was the best Ichi could say to the attack. The elbow didn't have any steel armor covering the area but his bones were of course stronger than steel being a Kaguya it would greatly reduce any displacement or fracture. Ichi would most likely receive some recoil from the blow but it was no time for Ichi to daze in the movement. Ichi twirled his body quickly dragging the kunai knife along Ichi's rib cage and switching off into a spinning back fist to Ichi's back head. The speed of the steel knuckles and strength would cause a stinging pain to the area but that wasn't over. When the Kunai would make contact, out of the puddle the clone would project his kunai knife to Ichi's right, back shoulder. This being a blind spot would reduce the amount of time for him to react and the focus on the slash would also add difficulty to avoid being hit. I gotta say, this man can hold his own in a fight, just maybe some more focus and he could probably get somewhere Ichi would jolt himself back a few meters after the attacks and preform the Tiger hand seal again waiting for Ichi's next move to the attack.

Ichi had his foot raised nearly over his head, and with the quickness he swiftly pulled it down onto his opponent attempting a strike unto his opponent, through the friction with the wind he was indeed moving slower than he initially wanted but he still managed to connect his attack but not where he wanted. Ichi seemed to be taken a bit back, but didn’t give away his guard as he raised his hand to block the attack by Ichi, his heel had caught the hook of Ichi’s elbow, an attack that was sure to be deflect and he had prepare for such an outcome however he had no way of knowing that his opponent had such a study and strong bone, it was like he was kicking an iron pole. This in turn had caught Ichi by surprise but he was in such a zone that he was actually enjoying the fact that his battle was being done in such a way. He smirked, but Ichi had managed to keep his wits about him as he performed a twirl, his heels digging into the ground as he pivoted his body against Ichi as to allow him, Ichi’s opponent dragging his kunai across his rib cage. He couldn’t let an attack like that go, again he burst into a mist his movement speed increasing while in this form.

‘Heh, thought this was over? Like it was a one time thing? No buddy, I can keep this up for the longest and this isn’t all! You have yet to see the true extent of my capabilities and I’m going to show you just a little bit of what my opponents in the real world have to deal with when it comes to fighting against me!’

Ichi materialized almost as soon as he dodged his opponent’s first attack, but that wasn’t the end of it, even as he rematerialized he actually miscalculated, allowing his guard to falter since he momentarily stopped using his ability as a sensor to track his opponent’s movements, though he could indeed hear the slicing of the air by a kunai but because of his re-materialization he had lost a foot-hold on this battle. The water clone of Ichi had caught Ichi off guard and with a kunai, the kunai bit deep, digging into Ichi’s right shoulder. The pain one was supposed to feel from such an action was supposed to be a pretty painful one, a blade in your shoulder would definitely start to fuck your day up, but not Ichi. Earlier in the battle, Ichi had formed a single seal, a seal for a water clone. Though his opponent didn’t know, Ichi was from the Hozuki Clan, a clan that had the kekkei genkai of Hydration a technique that turned the user into water as a way to avert damage away from themselves. Water was the main factor of their bodies now, and to use the Water Clone, water was needed, this is where his body came in awhile ago. The technique was used while Ichi was running from side to side rapidly, kicking up dirt as to avoid suspicion on the technique, the clone was created from the water of his own body, but this left a loophole, where was Ichi. Easily answered with his opponent’s technique he used for his own water clone, the technique…hiding in water technique, he had left himself as a puddle of water left behind while the clone did all of the work.

‘Heh, you may have taken out my clone, but now the advantage is back in my favor! You should pay more attention to your surroundings. But definitely a good combination attack and set up, I’d applaud you but I have to focus on the battle.’

Ichi’s clone would burst into water, as in a simultaneous move Ichi arose with the swiftness from his puddle of water as he gathered himself. His target was the water clone, the last remnant of his target’s jutsu’s. Using the element of surprise thanks to the water clone, Ichi’s attack would be indescribably swift, using his arm as the weapon, Ichi would create an axe blade of water off of his forearm. Because the Syrup Capture Field was also one of his techniques, Ichi easily understood how to counter it, channeling chakra under his feet, streaming it through the bottom of his shoes he would walk upon the sticky water, his arm swinging swiftly to cut the clone in half. After the attack he would continue moving forward increasing his speed to the utmost limits, quickly closing the distance between him and his target. Quickly forming seals and gathering chakra, Ichi would release a barrage of chakra induced water blasts each one of fair size, strength, and speed. The balls numbered to about 5, and they had the capability of traveling up to 30 meters each, Ichi would be in full assault mode at the moment, concentrating on doing damage against this genin that had so blatantly done well against him as to hold his own. A smile crossed his face, he had a new found eager attitude in replacement of the anger he once had not too long ago, his opponent was worthy and to top it off he was capable. But something lingered in the back of his mind, he had managed to gather the information from his clone about the abilities of the genin but he couldn’t understand what had made the genin’s bones so damn hard, he pondered this for awhile and curiosity took him back, but he would continue his assault being cautious of his opponent’s abilities.

Ichi's plans were yet again foiled by his opponent Ichi. With the clone out of the picture he couldn't think of anything more to do until he noticed that Ichi was preforming a technique, The same one he was about to do. Ichi still had the technique charged inside but went another route. Ichi quickly threw the kunai at Ichi not expecting it to make contact. With his left arm, Out of Ichi's shoulder bone ripped out and started to swirl around his arm creating a large bone drill. Blood was dripping off the drill but no damage was actually dealt. Ichi held the drill across his body and with his right arm he grabbed it to help support the incoming damage. The barrage of water balls bombarded the drill splashing off and forcing Ichi to scoot back a few inches. "I'll try my best not to use the tip, Though being slapped by a steel drill isn't too nice." Ichi knew that Ichi's ability to reduce himself into mist would make attacks pointless, Unless he didn't know they were coming... Ichi pounced at Ichi with all his might using his right hand to dig in his pouch. With a handful of Caltrops and an arm with a deadly drill he way ready for action. Ichi pulled back his left arm and whipped the drill at Ichi's torso. The drill was actually light in Ichi's arm but it would be the result of being slapped with an over sized Kanabo. The attack would happen at the right side of Ichi but avoid any strike with the tip. Ichi threw some Caltrops at the right and behind Ichi to held up the damage. Ichi would then reach for his Katana with his right hand. Ichi's arm couldn't be seen or the blade under the drill and with a quick draw the katana would slash at Ichi's gut. The attack wasn't meant to be deep but it would still sting. Ichi being a specialist at Kenjutsu he was specialized at quick draw and stealth, just what he needs to win.

Ichi’s personality could be considered a contradiction to his self, though he was confused on how to describe it he usually did his best when given the opportunity, though the opportunity was actually a bit different and much harder than he could usually expect. In contradiction to him being an impatient person, he was actually very patient when it came to battle, thus the contradiction aspect of his personality. He could usually pinpoint where exactly this feeling of contradiction was included in this practice fight that he was having with Ichi, his patience was working though as the water balls connected with their target, but not so much in a matter Ichi hoped, but more so in a manner that he had more or less expected. His training partner, though a genin he may be, was actually more than enough to take on more of the less potent shinobi in the village and it seemed that surprises were just the beginning of what was happening now in this stage of the battle. He had managed a smile as he watched the efforts of his water balls take hold onto his opponent to his own dismay, but Ichi would enjoy the outplay of this event as it would unfold. His body shifted slightly, his left foot planting itself firmly upon the moist ground as he used it as a pivot to dodge the kunai thrown almost half assed towards him it was easy for Ichi to determine what a half assed thrown kunai could mean. Ichi would keep his guard up but couldn’t help but slack a bit as he stopped all movements, his mouth opening just a little as the sight before him began to unfold, he tilted his head some in disbelief at what he was witnessing, a grotesque and abominable sight to say the least about what was going. His opponent, Ichi was in fact a member of a clan that had the capabilities of manipulating their bones and even using them as a method of attack, this clan was a bit different from his in some aspects but for the most part it was a bit obvious that their abilities had a similarity though the effects were basically and bluntly different. A bone would proceed to protrude from the left shoulder of Ichi, an action that drew blood from the young bone manipulator’s shoulder and left it dripping from the tip of what was now starting to look like a spiraling mess of bone. He had only to wonder whether or not it took some of his stamina away but he couldn’t ponder too much on that thought as it was only a matter of time when Ichi began to block the barrage of water balls with the drill-like object. After they had connected with the drill it seemed that his opponent had a bit of a smirk and sarcastic tone with him but little did the target know that it was about to be the end of his charade the battle was only just beginning.

His hand would be outstretched, a chuckle in his voice as he spoke proudly of himself but he still held the genin in high respects, though he was sure that this was going to be a heart breaker at the end of this story for him. Within a few moments after his speech, Ichi lunged for him, something that was anticipated a bit since he did have a giant spike attached to his harm that Ichi was sure wasn’t going to be fired off at him. Ichi’s arm lunged backwards then forward towards him as though he was intending to slap the hell out of Ichi with the side of the spike, he could easily read the movements of it, timing and adjusting himself accordingly. Ichi would kneel just slightly as he would plant his right hand on the spike and leap with his might behind him, letting the spike pass beneath him as he rapidly kicked off with his right heel to gain height above the genin shinobi. He would rise a few meters in the air about 5 meters above the head of the genin, his hands behind him as a cloud of smoke enveloped him. Though he had no knowledge of it, he had just barely managed to avoid stepping on caltrops and being slashed with a katana, both of which he had not seen coming. But to make up for what he didn’t see he would bring out his big boy weapon, a large kanabo approximately 10 feet in height from the top of it to the bottom of the handle while also being 4 feet thick with 6 inch blades. He wouldn’t use this weapon against Ichi but instead against that large ass drill! Simultaneously as the kanabo was summoned via the summoning tattoo on his wrist, he would also buff his arm up, a technique that the Hozuki clan had mastered, which increased his strength drastically which also allowed him to swing it with ease. He would swing it whilst in the air, a swing that started from his left using his right hand and ending at his right, the force of the swing would definitely generate a strong but small gust of wind, but more importantly being hit with it would cause some damage or probably shatter the bone drill, if it were ordinary bone, but Ichi had a feeling it wasn’t. The real kicker in this would be the fact that he was too low to the ground compared to his swing, the kanabo would first dig in the ground tossing up dirt as it cut through it like a knife through leather, which would be with a momentary pause but slightly slowing its pace.

Ichi had to watch the situation now. He had the caltrops he laid earlier and a red pepper bomb resting by his feet. The drill and katana was still in his hands which allowed him to preform a great counter. Ichi was going to use Ichi's mistake for his own purpose. Ichi had to avoid damage with the Kanabo so he raised it above as the both collided. Due to the great force Ichi was forced to squat from the power the drill took, but no damage resembled on the drill, not even a scratch. When the Kanabo made contact with the ground, dust would kick up covering Ichi's appearance and since he was the one taking the hit, things weren't so rushed and he remembered where Ichi was. Out of the dust, the katana would make a quick slice at Ichi's torso and after that Ichi step out of the dust, making sure to stomp on the bomb on the way out. The area in the dust would be infected with a uber strong chili mixture which would make any man choke and tear unless he had the constitution of a Real man. Ichi knew that waiting for Ichi's action will get no where in the battle, so he had to make movements as well. Quickly sheathing the Katana back in it's holster and he quickly reached back and flung his hand forward. Out came a kunai tag. It was a very sloppy throw but the point was that it would make contact in the area allowing it to be detonated. A red tag was used that it was less lethal than the ones he had, but it would serve it's purpose sending Ichi back, and maybe hitting himself with the Kanabo. Ichi then reached on his side and pulled out his katana once again, preparing for an immediate reaction.

Ichi had not much to help him defend against the opponent while he was airborne but the simple fact that he had the Kanabo with him helped him to even the odds and level out the fact that he was airborne with him having some sort of hold with connection to the ground to allow him to be able to maneuver his body. However, he could only dodge what he could sense or see, and the fact that his opponent had used his own bone spike thing to block his attack, had only succeeded in knocking up some dirt and covering his opponent’s position blocking any movement from his point of view, which he considered a bad situation. Moment’s would merely go by as the Kanabo had stuck to the ground giving him leverage despite the fact that he was holding onto it and only allowing himself a moment to catch his balance using one hand, from the dust a slight disturbance came forth, Ichi had reached for him using his katana as an extension to reach him. A good move on the opponent’s part as the blade cut his shirt at the chest, drawing what wasn’t blood but was rather water instead, wetting his shirt a bit while managing to ruin it. This caught a slight wince of anger and frustration to Ichi, but he could only keep level headed and keep his mind in the game to avoid taking any more damage. To him it was only logical that he would want to keep his distance from his opponent who he could not see, in reaction to such a feeling he would, after taking the katana to the chest, kick off of the kanabo and back flip about 3 meters onto the ground away from the current rise of dust. But this was only mere luck that he had done his action when he did, as he managed to avoid a puffing red cloud of smoke that had appeared a few seconds after his motion to move.

“What the hell is that? Did Ichi really just do that? Hmm, a red cloud of smoke could only be a few things, but the names and effect s of which completely slip my mind…guess I should just take it as it being a poison to either distract me or paralyze me….hm?”

Only a few feet from where he was standing, a simple kunai would appear, it took him only a moment to realize what was going on, but that moment was still too slow for him to react. An explosion would incur after the initial landing of the kunai, he only manage a small step backwards before the shockwave would take him back knocking him a few more meters away. To regain his position Ichi would spin twice in the air and finish with a back flip as he landed on the ground in a kneeling position, his left hand being dragged across the landscape and his right over his mouth and nose as he coughed and skid backwards. A sneaky attack but what’s more is that he was waiting for things to go this way, he sighed as he slowly stood up only to be nearly knocked over by his own kanabo, who had a few blades cracked due to the explosion. Shaking his head he would reseal it back into his tattoo, he was now going to either have to step things up or get this thing done with, which he kind of didn’t want to do. He was beginning to break a sweat for a simple spar that seemed like a war zone. He would lower his right hand from his face to his side as he began to pace, his head feeling a bit woozy after the shock wave. He cracked his neck and his back as he stopped after walking a few meters, kneeling where he was and forming a seal, concentrating and sensing the location of his opponent.

“Ichi, lets finish this with this next move, then we can get to some real training in which one of us won’t get too much hurt from. Besides, we should rest after awhile so that we can continue on with this for the next time. Heh, but if you want to continue, I’d be more than happy to oblige you!”

Though Ichi was speaking of his own boredom, he actually wanted to sit and get the chance to drink some water as he was feeling a bit thirsty, but despite such a competition he had yet to make use of what he wanted to. He had not taken the chance to even begin his techniques that were pretty sure to win the battle, but that was all a part of his training. His gaze would cut through the plains of the training ground, the smells and subtle sounds entering his senses as he had to focus on what was before him, any sensation of letting his guard down would probably invite Ichi to attack him and after seeing what his ability was, Ichi was a bit cautious of the extent that Ichi could control his own bone structure, this could invoke some serious problems in this battle should he give away the upper hand. A smile would creep onto his expression, he hadn’t been this pushed in awhile, since he made chuunin and the fact that he was doing this in a spar was only a light at the end of the tunnel for him, this showed him that he had what it took to be a good chuunin and eventually a well rounded shinobi. In his mind he would almost have to thank the genin for allowing him to realize that his well of potential could actually far exceed what he had originally thought about when he was coming into this training grounds to train.

Ichi knew what was coming, but sadly Ichi didn't. Ichi knew that the pepper still lingered and the Caltrops sat restfully on the bedding of grass. The force of the red tag would send the Caltrops and gas outwards in many directions, Mainly to Ichi's side due to the fact where he stood. The shrapnel would spike Ichi on the torso but mainly on the legs and the peppers would be forced inhaled by Ichi and rubbed in his eyes. Ichi had protection though as the shrapnel bounced off the drill and he closed his eyes and held his breath. Two Caltrops hit his legs but were deflected by his steel shin guards in which they bounced off with ease. Ichi was tired at the moment due to the techniques and speed he moved at, though he could still last a bit longer, he was done with the spars. The bone drill retracted in the wound as it sealed up with no damage done. Ichi stood up straight with his Katana held tightly on his right hand resting at it's side. "Well that would be nice. Don't worry, they're just a pepper mixture. Though it burns like hell it would come off with water." Ichi gave a hearty laugh and grabbed his sheath and slid the Katana back in. The syrup wore off and things were not so dangerous as the peppers wore out of the area. Ichi was still amazed by the man's ability to avoid damage taken but there is always a way around things at are unexpected. "So lets take a break before we move on." Ichi walked over and leaned on the trunk and slid down sitting on his butt taking a water bottle and a two second gulp. He wiped sweat off his forehead and laid back resting.

Ichi sighed, looking down at his ripped shirt as his body naturally pushed out whatever shrapnel might still be in him, and as for anything being on his face a quick swipe of his hand over his face would turn that into a cure all as told by Ichi. He could only smirk at the turn of events, he shook his head as it seemed that everything was now over, he and his training partner had succeeded in actually getting some training done as through the method of battle, though he was a bit sore now he knew that the training was all in good health to keep them both out of being fat and lazy but there was something that he had to do first in order for everything to be alright. But at first he would simple let his gaze follow Ichi to the tree trunk and lean on it until he decided it best to just sit, something that he would love to do at the moment. He chuckled to himself a bit as he would make a sharp whistling sound to get Ichi’s attention, then if he should have it he would point to Ichi’s left back towards where the last scene of the battle would take place.

“Ichi, you’re a great fighter you know, but I just didn’t let you in on the secret despite the fact that it’s something you should know.”

If Ichi would turn his gaze back towards the scene of the battle, the first thing noticeable would be that there were no more battle scars, as to where the remnants of the battle would go, it would be simple to answer such a question, they never really happened. A attempted pat on Ichi shoulder would help to alert the genin of what was happening, Ichi would channel his own chakra through the genin dispersing the genjutsu placed upon him. He was sure there were many question’s awaiting to be asked by him but it was only one that needed to be explained, the suiton jutsu from earlier. It was actually an inducer of the genjutsu it was simple really, Ichi merely wrapped the suiton chakra around the genjutsu chakra, that way whenever the balls would hit Ichi, if even remotely close, he would of course intake the genjutsu, it was odorless, tasteless, and invisible as well as acting like a poison by injecting itself into the blood stream.

“My genjutsu, Noxious Permeation, when it hits you within range it gets into you via chakra. After which, I control all you see, from slight changes to what actually happens, you know the whole genjutsu change thing. Haha!”

Ichi would sigh and walk he was a bit tired but he could still only image if things had progressed as it seemingly did that he would probably have come through with something lame and had to nearly kill the genin to just win. He had to give it to him though, he surely knew how to fight well and he could only imagine how good it would be to have someone like him back him up on missions, if the rest of the genin in Kirigakure were like Ichi then he was sure that Kiri had a great future to look forward to. He would walk over to the edge of the training ground and lean against a tree branch sighing and throwing his head back his hands behind his head. He could only imagine the effect that this might have on him later on in life, never the less he would have to seriously begin to think about the future.

Ichi was stunned at the fact he was in a Genjutsu the entire time of the battle, but that didn't phase him. Looks like this wasn't real, but it felt like it. Genjutsu is a mysterious art indeed. Ichi chuckled to himself as he replied "Every man has his weakness, Looks like you just discovered mine. What do you have in mind for more training." Taking in another large intake of water as he stood up. Ichi still felt a bit sore from the actions he was preforming but it was all fake. Ichi stood up leaning on the trunk and turned at Ichi. "So when you disappeared into water from damage taken was that just you messing' with my mind?" Ichi grabbed his Tanto and pulled it out just examining it. It was a fine blade, it was sleek and had a nice bright steel finish with a red wrap around the handle. Ichi was planning on working with some Stamina afterwards but the decision was all to Ichi since he was the higher ranked shinobi and the one who wanted to train in the first place. Also learning more techniques would work as well, either way they will both advance further either way.

Ichi smiled, being flattered by the fact that Ichi didn’t realize it was a genjutsu, he wasn’t sure whether or not it would even be accepted but that was what he had planned, doing something out of a knowledge that he accepted was something he had no problem in doing but he had to atleast tell Ichi the reason he resorted to genjutsu even though this wasn’t a real battle that should involve such a technique. He sighed, looking up to the sky as he wondered how everything elsewhere was going.

“Ichi, I wouldn’t have used the genjutsu if I was sure that I was going to win, you’re an awesome genin and an unbelievable fighter. I honestly don’t think there was a way to beat you without nearly killing you. Haha, shows that when you become jounin that you’ll have a greater chance to be mizukage than me!”

A sigh of relief came to him, Ichi seemed to have an urge for some more training, though he was seriously inclined to just leave it as it was now or continue, and he actually was hungry for more training as well though he could only really say that he could think of a few more training methods to increase their abilities.

“I guess we can do some more training, Maybe a race through the forest….with some conditions. An all out battle to get to the edge of the forest and back. Or we could do something concerning conditioning ourselves to extreme odds and conditions, something like climbing up a waterfall or something like that.”

Ichi shrugged, growing irritable on the tree trunk, the only other thing he could do was stand, going towards the bottle of water he had placed on the ground just before the battle. A slow stride would get him to the bottle of water in a few moments but he would gather his thoughts along the way and the main thing on his mind was how to train his body, mind, and spirit to cope with conditions that could enable him to become a competitor familiar with damage and pain both physical and mental things that would need for him to become stronger and compete with those who were able to defeat him without much effort, something like that couldn’t be kept on his conscious and for him to doubt himself wouldn’t be something he could feel good about. He slowly bent down and lifted the bottle from the ground, gripping it in his hands tightly and leaning it back as he drank. The cold water slid down his throat and into his gullet refreshing the young shinobi, but then as he walked back he would be stopped in his tracks by a puzzling question of Ichi.

Ichi had his spirits raised after the compliment in which was directed towards Ichi. He had hopes for himself and it seemed like he did as well. They both were on a road to victory and glory. Ichi had opportunities for their next activity. One was a race through the forest with as many tricks and surprises as possible, but they have just spared not too long ago and Ichi wanted a competition with pure stats. Ichi then suggested another possibility, it was a regular exercise but with odd and extreme ways to it. Both sounded intense and got Ichi excited so he went with the second one, it was the best. "I don't know about you but climbing a waterfall sounds fun!" Ichi pushed himself off the trunk of the tree and walked over to Ichi lending down a hand to help him up off the floor. Ichi was recovered from recent activities and was now ready for something extreme and refreshing. The sun was already below the horizon. It was the miracle part of the day where half the sky was lit and the other was dark and star lit. The area was warm now and not so cold and after the spar Ichi was in need to rinse off. Knowing that climbing a waterfall would be intense it would be an excellent game and competitive activity.

Ichi could only hope that things were going to get better for the training from here until the end, however things could change over the course of their training and take unexpected turns in which he would have to adjust accordingly, and not just him but also his new training partner, Ichi. Ichi being the odd yet intriguing individual that he was, Ichi could only begin to think about the ways he could try to far surpass the genin however, not much would come to mind. He knew that the object of his newly found feelings of rivalry had already a great chance at overcoming him through means that would be more practical as he was more of a guerilla-type fighter but also a brute-type he could most certainly entertain the idea that Ichi was the same, hoping to build his endurance up to the point where the effects of physical damage would almost certainly be ineffective against them. His smile seemed to be directed towards Ichi’s statement, however it wasn’t it was a smile towards his thoughts, the fact that his training partner’s kekkei genkai was so unique made Ichi want to learn the basics of it. He laughed, his laugh mixing with pleasure and humor as he entertained his thoughts in the face of his new found, though unofficial, rival.

“Well, I guess we have a winner then, eh? Hahahaha! Good now let’s just brain storm for a minute, we have to find out where a waterfall big enough to induce a challenge to either of us. I mean I’m talking life threatening stuff! I want to go find the most dangerous waterfall and or river in these parts, they have to be at least a category 3 (being the worst) rapids and a very tall and powerful waterfall that is difficult to even get near! Hahahahaha! YEAH! That’s what I want! I want a challenge! The thrill! Hahahaha I must have it!”

Before his speech, a gleam would come over his eye, having grabbed Ichi’s hand and lifted himself with his training partner’s hand as help to get to his feet. He was a bit tired but still going pretty strong, relatively having about 95-88% stamina still left for the adventure. He would then begin speaking with his arms outstretched as though they were reaching for the world, grasping everything and taking it all for himself, as though he were possessed to take more and more from the world for his own entertainment, furthering his own ambitions of greatness and status. He would finish the water bottle, but because it was a clan customized water bottle, he would not throw it away rather placing it inside a small holster on his waist. Taking a few steps away from where Ichi was located, and moving towards the center of the training grounds, looking around for any sort of sign that might signify that there were some sort of rivers around the area, but he couldn’t lie to himself, everything was smelling the same around this time, of course there were the smaller steams around and nearby, but they could only merely lead him to something either smaller or just into a dead end, but that was more than enough to get him to try and convince Ichi to choose which route.

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Ichi struggled to stand back up. He did as the voice directed him to. His eyes fell upon his bloody hands. They were almost useless now; it hurt to even make a fist. Ichi's eyes darted back over to where the attacker was standing, but he was gone. Cursing under his breath, Ichi closed his fists, despite the pain that shot through his body. Hearing footsteps from all around him, Ichi braced for impact from all sides. What he could do now is just guess at from which side the man was going to attack him. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on the sounds the man was making.

Ichi felt successful until a foot penetrated his stomach. Ichi flew back across the ground. He landed a couple of yards back, and rolled over, clutching his stomach. Ichi spat some blood onto the ground. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this situation. The man was obviously stronger than Ichi was; there was really no competition here. Biting his bottom lip, Ichi once again struggled to get on two feet. But this time when he did, he had a different look in his eyes. Smiling, Ichi braced himself and got into a guard position. A couple of hours earlier...

The boys stomach grumbled viciously as Ichi once again mindlessly walked through the streets of Tengakure. He could stop by Ichiraku, which was the most convenient choice for a person like Ichi: it was cheap and it was good. But then again, he had Ichiraku for the past six or seven days, and Ichi didn't want to forsake his training with his unhealthy blood. Not exactly knowing what else to eat, Ichi made another lap around Tengakure, until he finally settled for something that wasn't ramen. It was a little restaurant in an alleyway; it was a bit shady, but the prices on the outside of the window couldn't be bargained. Ichi hesitantly made his way into the shop.

The bell rung as Ichi opened the door. Eyes turned around and glared at him, as if to ask who and what he was doing here. Ichi ignored the stares and approached a table by himself, unsure if he wanted to stay in this restaurant. Grabbing the small menu that was already on the table, Ichi looked through the list of food. Choosing one, he waited for a host or hostess to come by. But Ichi already had a small conversation he was eavesdropping on. The men obviously thought that Ichi couldn't hear them, but he had the gift of sharp hearing. "I think he's an Kisuke," one of the men said. An evil grin spread across his face; this unnerved Ichi. "It's almost obvious; his hair, his eyes, his facial structure. He looks like-" "Don't finish that sentence," another man said. "If you ever say his name again, I'll kill you myself." Ichi then felt piercing glares in his direction, but he ignored it. "I don't want an Kisuke around," the first man who spoke spat. His voice suddenly turned cold. "They're interfering with the pureness of Tengakure. Dirty little rascals..."

Ichi felt his blood start to boil. Another person was badmouthing his clan...no, his flesh and blood. He had drawn a scenario in his head where he grabbed his cup and hurled it at the man. The cup would then break to pieces and stab the man in his eye. But Ichi controlled himself, and even though he wanted nothing to do with that man anymore, he kept on listening to the conversation. "What're you going to do about it, Equinox?" asked one of the men. Equinox was the guy's name. Equinox was going to die today. "I don't know. But I know one thing; today, there is going to be one less insect scurrying around." Bastard,' Ichi thought. This Equinox guy honestly meant business. He wanted to kill Ichi. Usually, a person Ichi's age against a guy like Equinox would be scared. But not Ichi; he would be up to the challenge. To berate the Kisuke clan and get away with it was unheard of for Ichi. He wasn't going to let this man off easy. He was going to show Equinox exactly who he was badmouthing. So in the midst of his fury, Ichi did something that he shouldn't have. Turning around in his seat, Ichi shot the dirtiest look he could muster at the man named Equinox. Equinox looked back at Ichi, who at first seemed startled, but then grinned. Ichi turned back around; this man meant business. Ichi didn't know if he was safe anymore in this shop. Instead of ordering his food, Ichi got up out of his seat and walked across the shop to the front door. When he was passing by Equinox's table, he stopped and looked at Equinox. Then, with a small grin, he flicked Equinox's drink. The hot liquids in the cup spilled all over Equinox's lap. The raging man looked down at his pants, and then stood up. He took Ichi by his shirt and launched him out of the front door, into the alleyway. Ichi hit the ground hard, but bounced back up quickly. The man kicked the door open and grinned. Cracking his knuckles, he leaped at Ichi, his right fist out. Ichi quickly reacted by sidestepping the man, then placing a kick to the man's stomach. The man caught the kick, and then with Ichi's leg, propelled the Kisuke into a wall.

Spitting blood, Ichi bounced back up on his feet. He squatted into his fighting stance, but then became worried when the man produced a string of hand seals. Preparing for the worst, Ichi's eyes darted to the ground as he felt a slight rumble underneath him. Jumping out of the way, he got out just in time before something sharp protruded out of the ground. Relieved, Ichi didn't have much time to react when the man appeared right before his eyes, his fist cocked back. Putting his forearms into a cross position, Ichi blocked the man's punch. The Kisuke flew back towards the ground, but flipped gracefully in the air and landed on his feet softly. Narrowing his eyes, Ichi zipped towards where the man was landing, and with his hand cocked back, he launched it towards Equinox as soon as his feet hit the ground. As expected, Equinox blocked Ichi's punch, but there was another ace up Ichi's sleeve. Flipping upside down, Ichi landed a beautiful axe kicked right to Equinox's forehead. The man grunted and fell backwards, clutching his face.

Ichi landed on his feet and huffed. This man was nothing. He attempted to take a step forward until something hit his heel. But nothing had hit his heel; it was just an immensely sharp pain that plagued his foot. Getting on one knee and rubbing his foot, Ichi didn't realize the man had stood up and was coming towards Ichi.

"Does it hurt?" the man asked with an evil grin. "I was kind of hoping you'd land a huge hit on me. See, I'm an Earth user, and my skin; it’s not regular skin. It's stone."

As Equinox spat his last two words, it became apparent that Equinox's skin was indeed made of something else. It looked rough and jagged, and didn't have a spot of smooth complexion like regular skin did; not even on his face. Ichi shot a dirty look at Equinox, who just smiled back.

"Now, I think it's time for you to die," Equinox said through his teeth. Ichi's eyebrows furrowed as Equinox performed a couple of hand seals. The ground began shaking, and before Ichi knew it, two dirt slabs rose up from either side of him. Ichi propelled his legs back, and despite the searing pain in his heels, Ichi continued to weave through the dirt attack Equinox was performing. When the slabs finally stopped appearing, Equinox flew through the air towards where Ichi was standing. Equinox came down hard, and if Ichi hadn't rolled out of the way fast enough, he probably would have been crushed. Ichi pushed himself out of melee range with the man. Ichi hid behind one of the earth slabs that had appeared.

"Where are you, you little rascal?" sang Equinox. Ichi needed a plan. He only had a couple of jutsu in his arsenal; he would have to use all of them smartly. Biting his lip, Ichi made a Bunshin out of himself. His shadow copy darted from where he was standing. Equinox followed Ichi's shadow copy, and gave Ichi a couple of seconds to think of his next move. Turning about from his cover, Ichi raced towards Equinox from his back. While Equinox was occupied trying to destroy Ichi's shadow copy, Ichi ran up from behind him and smashed Equinox's head into one of the earth slabs.

"Tch, I got fooled by a damn clone," Equinox said, rubbing his head. "Have you already forgotten? My body is made of stone. You can't hurt me with physical attacks."

If Ichi couldn't hurt Equinox physically, he would have to destroy him. You cut a boulder in half, but you can crush it. Ichi withdrew into the shadows once more, ignoring Equinox's frustrated plea for him to come out and die. Ideas rushed through Ichi's head. Equinox, however, had a different plan.

Equinox's hand extended a couple of feet, and he began to spin. He shortly became a spinning top, slicing through the air with his extended hand. Ichi ducked under the height of Equinox's hand, and began to race to the other end of the alleyway. What he should be doing is running away and getting out of here. Except when he tried, a huge earth slab came up and blocked the entrance. Turning around, Ichi caught Equinox flying towards him. Barely dodging Equinox's punch, Ichi began to repeatedly block Equinox's attacks with his hands. And with every hit, Ichi felt the bones in his wrist and arms start to weaken. It was like trying to stop a large rolling stone. Cursing, Ichi propelled backwards, and held his hand in pain. He then felt a hard kick to his back. Ichi was drilled into the ground; his spine feeling like it was shattered. He didn't know what was happening around him anymore; he felt as though he was in a dream.

"Take a look at your hands, Kisuke," a dark voice said.

Ichi struggled to stand back up. He did as the voice directed him to. His eyes fell upon his bloody hands. They were almost useless now; it hurt to even make a fist. Ichi's eyes darted back over to where the attacker was standing, but he was gone. Cursing under his breath, Ichi closed his fists, despite the pain that shot through his body. Hearing footsteps from all around him, Ichi braced for impact from all sides. What he could do now is just guess at from which side the man was going to attack him. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on the sounds the man was making.

Ichi felt successful until a foot penetrated his stomach. Ichi flew back across the ground. He landed a couple of yards back, and rolled over, clutching his stomach. Ichi spat some blood onto the ground. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this situation. The man was obviously stronger than Ichi was; there was really no competition here. Biting his bottom lip, Ichi once again struggled to get on two feet. But this time when he did, he had a different look in his eyes. Smiling, Ichi braced himself and got into a guard position.

Equinox looked at Ichi cautiously. Ichi's eyes had changed. It was now red. It looked as if Ichi felt no pain any longer. The Kisuke crouched down lower, and then disappeared. Equinox desperately searched for the boy, and found him when his eyes looked up. Ichi came down hard, but then disappeared right before he made contact with Equinox. Withdrawing a kunai from under Equinox, Ichi came up with it and aimed towards Equinox's eyes. Equinox closed his eyes at the right moment; however, the swipe of the kunai cut the bottom part of Equinox's eyes. Cursing, Equinox stumbled backwards.

"Just as I thought," Ichi said, grinning. "Your eyes aren't made of stone. And if you can't see, you can't fight."

"Curse you, you little brat!" Equinox yelled his hand over his left eye. Equinox launched himself towards Ichi, who was fighting with a new attitude. Ichi gracefully dodged each one of Equinox's punches, seemingly without even breaking a sweat. Then at the right moment, Ichi grabbed Equinox's head and drilled it through a wall. Equinox's head was stuck, and this was when Ichi decided he could finish the brute off. Stringing together an array of hand seals, Ichi expelled a cloud of Fire from his mouth. Backing out of the way, he clicked his teeth, and an explosion was to be heard from the alleyway.


Ichi exploded in laughter as his brother held him against his bed while tickling his feet 'Seiji! Stop it!' yelled out Ichi while still trying to get up but his brother kept him down with a Clone. Ichi, whom had been sleeping before his brother rushed in and started tickling him, threw the silk bed sheets over him and was left to be seen with his Tengakure emblem boxers. He started to struggle harder and harder still laughing like a maniac. He was finally able to free one leg and knew that his. His leg swiftly moved and hit the clone in the ribs making it dissipate and making Ichi escape his brother’s evil hands. He quickly stood to his brother and steadied himself. 'You really chose the wrong time to do this!' he said while jumping in the air and landing a perfect kick in his brothers chest followed by a winning scream. He jumped over his brother but his ankle was quickly gripped by his brothers strong hand, 's***!' Ichi said to himself as he landed face first on the wooden floor.

Sami, Ichi and Seichi's mom, came up hearing the fight going on. She rushed into the room and broke up the boys now wrestling on the floor. Ichi got up and, as usual, took his hand and flicked his hair backwards. 'Stop it you guys! Seriously, I need peace and quiet once in a while. Your both grounded one whole week. Not buts.' said Sami quietly and quickly. After that small lecture, Ichi was going to but his mom by saying that it was Seichi whom had came in his room while he was sleeping and then attacked him but knew that if he did his Mom would ground him for another week. 'Yes Mother.' said dryly Ichi while giving a threatening look at his brother. He lifted his hand and pointed to the door and both Seichi and Sami left the room, although Sami stopped and gave a small kiss to Ichi.

Ichi felt as if he wanted to sleep but knew he had scheduled some training for today and now that he was up 3 hours earlier than usual decided to start early. He geared up and walked downstairs into his vast living room. He passed the living room, where his mom was now, and continued onto the kitchen. He went in the coverts and took out some eggs and meat. He took out a pan out of a drawer and started the heat on the cooker. He laid a slap of butter onto the pan and followed it with two eggs and three slices of meat. He cooked them well and then sat down to eat his breakfast. Once down, he threw his ditches into the sink and said to himself, 'Time to train my Sharingan...' At that moment he remembered the pain he had when he activated it.

Ichi was walking down a hidden street of Tengakure, something that was left to be unseen in the day, with the Kisuke he had encountered on his unfortunate trip into the Forest of Tengakure. His, what he thought of mislead actions with the awakening of the other Kisuke's Sharingan. The emotions he had learned of and experienced that day had been overwhelming. He shook his head, in goal of relieving his mind of that event, and to bring his thoughts back to his own training that would be following. As a habit, Ichi reached down and inserted his hand into one of his pants pocket. He shuffled around a little before encountering, with his hand, the little object he was looking for. A tooth picks. Ichi flipped in the air before grabbing it in mid-air with two fingers, his index and major. He twirled it before gently leaning it onto his dark pink lips. He bit the tip softly to place it in its usual location and he continued marching towards his destination, well, where ever today would bring him. After 37 minutes of walking he entered a deep and soggy forest. Mud puddles could be found here and there followed by over sized slugs that Ichi use to kill for training as a younger child. Today, it seemed like if he was a coward to lash out against one of these feeble but fierce beasts. After another good half-hour of walking his eyes had located a perfect area. It had dry earth, thus leaving Ichi clean for the day, and a small spring containing melted snow from the mountain peaks.

He started his solemn training by starting the pixels of his eyes into the one of a Sharingan. A single black Tomoe could be seen in both of his eyes. Although the pain of the Sharingan diminished time by time the difficulty of bearing its power was hard and painful. Usually, when awakening it for the first time in a day, a sharp pain would embrace his eyes and he would be left with a nail in the head for the rest of the day, enabling him to do plainly anything except rest and eat. Gratefully, his Sharingan had been showing its face for the first time of the day and the usual sharp pain hadn't come. 'Yes!' Enjoying his Sharingan with lesser pain than usual, he tried to use its basic powers. He reached into his pack and took out a single sheet of paper colored with green, it looked like one but then Ichi separated that once one sheet of paper into six with each a color; green, blue, yellow, purple, brown and pink. He closed his eyes, releasing his Sharingan and returning his eyes into their normal color and style, and then starred at each paper intensively for 1 to 3 minutes. Once he had looked at them all, he awakened the power of the Sharingan again. His eye, like every other time, took its red pixilation and finished the change with the two black Tomoes within each eyes. He looked at the colored papers again. The color was now brighter, the pencil marks and other things unbearable to the naked eye. 'That’s a pretty good thing, my sight his maximized and my eyes feel good with the Sharingan.
Ichi then proceed to set the field up with vigorious traps that would kill him if he made the wrong move but Ichi was confident that with his new eyes he would be able to master the Sharingan within days. Ichi then set off each trap to catch the movements of each kunai being sent his way. Ichi managed to dodge 7 of the ten traps; the other three had hit him dead on. One had landed in his leg, another in his hand, and the last in his foot. Ichi screamed as he was hit, the scream howled through the empty field like two wolfs intimating prey. Two hours later Ichi had finished applying the medical and headed home happy about what had just happened.

Ichi had woken up with one thing on his mind; to learn his net Katon element Jutsu. He decided to go to his parent’s home and get the scroll that teaches him one of the Katon Jutsu. Once he obtained the scroll he opened it and began to read it .After just learning his new technique Ichi already found another one he wanted to learn. This time one of the Katon element. This is going to be so cool. And with a big grin Ichi went to his usual training spot.“Hmm, how should I train myself in this? I think it’s just shooting but there probably is something more to it. Do I know somebody who knows the fire element...? Nope I'll just have to figure out on my own.” So Ichi started, he preformed the needed hand seals and tries to shoot fire out of his mouth just like with the Endan but nothing happened. “Maybe it’s like the Goukakyuu then” And Ichi started again, performing the hand seals and holding his palms out, trying to shoot fireballs. But again nothing happened. “What am I doing wrong?” He kept thinking... “Off course, it could also be that because it's a C-rank Jutsu that it takes more time to get effect. It would make sense” And he kept trying the technique, each time swapping between shooting from his mouth and his hands. Finally, he saw some little flames when he tried it again with his mouth. (Nothing impressive, just a flame a match could form.) However, he now knew how to release it and kept trying it that way. After an hour of trying him finally saw the flame become a little bigger. He kept trying and trying to get more flames because he knew there should be several flames.

He took a little break and had some food, a little nap and continued training again. He tried almost everything he could think of in order to get more flames, even bending his tongue in weird positions and releasing the chakra in several blows, but it didn’t seemed to work.“Maybe it was just like the first time, a lot of training.” And he kept trying. After a while it looked like he got a few more flames and was wondering what these flames were capable of. So he went to the nearest tree in order to set it on fire... “I wonder what the kage would say if I kept burning the trees of this forest.”
Katon - Housenka no Jutsu
He shouted, made the required hand seals and blew the flames towards the tree. A just a few flames actually hit the tree as others just disappeared before even hitting. The flames hitting the tree didn’t have much of an effect either, leaving 1 maybe 2 small burn marks.“Hmm, this is a lot harder than the Goukakyuu.” So he kept trying and trying and after a while the flames seemed to get a bigger, not too much, but still, bigger. Getting more and more excited when seeing his (according to him) miraculous progress he tried even harder, making the flames spread out further than 50 centimeter... A little tired and already proud of what he did he went home and directly to bed.
Waking up with a large yawn and stretching himself out Ichi started the morning. Had some breakfast and went out training. It has only been a day since he had results. But before he could go training he had to do something. He needed to record all of the people living in the village. The day before he sent a hawk to gather that information. Until the hawk came back Ichi could really go anywhere so he just tried the Housenka no Jutsu outside his house (possible for now since the flames were quite small.
Katon - Housenka no Jutsu
He shot 4 small flames out in the air, not that impressive but still, it was something. He tried and he tried and after a while he got the flames to get bigger. Unlike the Raikyuu, making the flames bigger was easier than aiming and adding numbers. It was still hard, but getting more flames was even harder. He wanted to try again when he saw a hawk flying towards him. He received a couple of notes from the hawk he send and put them in a map. There and now of to train! Finally he went outside to the training field and tried again. He started with facing against the wind (which was blowing quite fast at the moment)
Katon - Housenka no Jutsu!
He blew the flames out but they were already blown back into his stomach. Ouchy, even though the flames aren’t too hot they still hurt And he tried again, and again, the flames were blown back to him. He did notice that the fire became hotter after several tries and the time after that, he even could get the flames to not be blown back by the wind. A quick ayah came out and he tried again, this time with the fire being blown back against him again. Maybe this is just a little too hard... Maybe I should start with blowing it with the wind instead of against it. And so, Ichi tried, causing the flames to reach a lot further but also noticeably weak (which he could tell just by looking at them). He started thinking. I can’t blow against the wind since they are automatically blown back, but if I blow with the wind it just gets stretched out. The only option I can think of is training in the woods but I wonder what Kage-sama would say about that. I mean, even though my flames aren’t that strong, there is still a chance I burn the forest down... Hmm, let’s try it And Ichi ran in the woods (Is so going to get lost) He started training again. He performed the hand seals and shot small fireballs. This time they were a little bigger. By now they seemed to have the right size if you looked at the instruction manual. However, they didn’t have further than a meter and there weren’t so many fireballs as eh taught there should be. His results for today were 4 fireballs and he got the size right. Not too much but still. A start. But now he almost forgot, he was still on a mission. Ichi speeded out of the forest (which took him 2 hours) and finally found the Kage's office, he asked him about the mission again and followed his orders.

It was almost dawn As Ichi Opened his eyes, he knew that today he would try to improve his Jutsu range by learning from his Katon element. Ichi sat upright on his bed, rubbed his head and stood up. He had his clothes picked out as he got in the shower. 30 minutes later Ichi put on his clothes which consisted of his a black shirt with his clan symbol on it, black pants, black ninja boots, and his forehead protector over his eyes. Ichi grabbed a scroll containing the Jutsu: Ryuuka no Jutsu and headed out towards his normal training grounds. He went outside to find a near dead bird lying on the ground and he approached it. He knelt down and looked at it. He placed a hand onto the bird and he could tell that it was just about gone. Ichi then decided to dig a hole with his hand and put the birds into the hole. Ichi gave bird a few prayers has he stood up. He brushed the dust off of his hands and pants then proceed to the training grounds. Once he arrived at the training he prepared himself on what was going to happen, he than open the scroll and began reading it. A few moments later Ichi stood up and got ready to perform the technique.
His hands made a loud clapping noise when they struck palms together. The hand signs formed one after another “Tiger Dragon Rat” in perfect rhythm. His fingers danced around each other in their final steps then locked for a moment. John-ne closed his eyes tightly and stood in a semi squat stance his feet spread a bit wider than shoulder length. “Katon – Ryuuka no Jutsu!” He opened his mouth wide inhaling as much air while at the same time pulling all the Chakra he could from his chest into his stomach and back into his lungs. He held it for a while then all at once exhaled spouting flames from his lips like a flowing river. The fire spiraled round and round like a hurricane of flame, but took no real shape, just wild and unfocused. John-ne held it for as long as he could pushing out the stream of fire was no great strain on his chakra, but he couldn’t stand to go on much longer on this one breath.


The end of his exhale ended with a puff of smoke. He coughed cover his mouth at first, but the coughing got more violent towards its end. He sniffled some and wiped some residual black saliva from his lip. He looked at it and surprise. He was used to shooting flames from his mouth of course; he’d used his inferno technique more times than he could count at this point. This was different; however, it required that he push far more chakra out in a wider area than before. He sat down and thought for a moment. The key difference in the technique was the breathing. He crossed his legs in the sand and started drawing out the symbol for “Tiger” with his finger. The inhale of the air fed the charka flowing into the chest making it more concentrated once the Katon No Jutsu was activated. However, unlike his inferno because of the massive buildup it was much harder to control the flames. He continued to draw in the sand as he studied the Jutsu in his mind craving out the "Rat" symbol in the dirt.
The level of control over the charka as it escaped the mouth was to be so precise that any master of Ryuuka no Jutsu was supposed to be able to form the shape of a Dragon. John-ne finished out his art in the sand finishing it with a picture of “Dragon”.

He hopped back up to his feet and dusted off his hands. “Alright”. He slapped his hands together once again. He executed the hand signs one after another back to back. His eyes seemed to be flowing with fire of his passion this time. He inhaled deeply even more air then before, so much so that his chest seemed inflated and his cheeks were puffing out. More air meant a longer burst of Chakra which would give him a longer stream to work with. He didn’t bother to hold it in at all and just let the fire go trying more to focus on making the fire strong. His tongue hung out and the ball of heat almost seemed to explode from his open mouth this time. He kept his stomach tight and the large ball slowly started to narrow into a flame thrower like stream. A serpent like shape was starting to form, but still it still wasn’t enough to call the Jutsu a success. Just as Ichi felt he was making progress it the fire dissipated and hit the ground scorching the sandy earth.


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