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Yngol

Yngol


D-rank


Rise and shine. The day was young and there was much that needed to be done. Yngol was beginning to realize that he wasn’t even remotely close to achieving his goals. Each day he would look around himself and see those much faster, much stronger, much more powerful than himself. It was rather pathetic really. People much younger than himself, more inherently talented in the arts of the shinobi. It didn’t matter. Training was all that mattered at the moment. All these who were greater than himself right now, all those who seemed to think so highly of themselves, even when these egos were based off of unfounded claims, they would feel his wroth in the future. Where they were and where he was didn’t mean a single thing. All that would matter is the future when they would find themselves six feet under, and Yngol sips mead from their hollowed out skulls while songs are sung of his triumph.

He looked around himself, displeased with his surroundings. None of it was suitable for a man of his ambitions. A warrior does not sleep on the floor of a wooden fisherman’s hut in the middle of nowhere. His house was an embarrassment. The wood was rotting, the roof had holes, the walls were peeling, everything was just wrong. Matter it did not. They would remember how his house looks in the future. Every man needs a starting point, some start further behind than others, but all that really matters is how they finish, if at all. Yngol smiled to himself as he pictured his future, almost drooling from the anticipation. The smile was wiped away soon enough however, no time for such things. Thinking about being great wouldn’t get him there. The only thing that could is hard work and a whole fuck ton of training. Something Yngol was more than willing to commit.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Yngol pulled out the crudely carved wooden mug from his cupboard. As he filled it with a strong brown ale, his eyes turned to his storage cupboard. There wasn’t much food to choose from in there at all. Some eggs, a bit of meat here and there that was tinkering on the edge of going bad, dry and crusty bread; the same as always. He walked over to the cupboard, pulling out as many eggs as he could carry in his hand, and grabbing the loaf of bread along with it. There was a long day ahead of him, he would need as much energy as he could possibly get. He cracked the eggs into a pan, frying them up, and spread some butter on a couple slices of bread. A pretty poor meal, but there wasn’t much else he could afford. The Commoner’s breakfast was wolfed down as fast as his throat would allow, and swiftly washed down with his mug of ale. At least he had that in his life. Yngol’s situation would be a whole lot more grim if the alcohol as out of the equation.

Outside, the air held a heavy stench of garbage, bird shit and rotten food. Living on a remote island, there wasn’t exactly a landfill around, and no garbage collectors to come and get his waste off of his hands. Yngol was forced to make weekly trips to the mainland to offload all of his rubbish. Unfortunately, he had missed his boat ride this week, and was forced to live with the thick scent of household waste. Again, this only served as more motivation to train. Yngol wasn’t dumb. He saw every single negative thing around himself and took careful note of it all. These things, everything that pissed Yngol off about his current situation, he would remember them when he was great. He would smile upon remembering them as he sits in the Great Halls of Valhalla. All of these things pissed Yngol off, and that was great, because being aggravated can easily be transformed into a state of white hot fury, and fury was the key to strength. A man is at his strongest when he’s in survival mode, when the adrenaline is pumping and the rage takes over the body. That is when a man is truly undefeatable.

Not even a weapon. Yngol didn’t even own a weapon to train himself with. He wasn’t about to start using his fists like an idiot? Why slam your fists into a man when you can hack him to pieces. His first weapon had been lost on a boat ride, and currently resided some place on the floor of the ocean. He couldn’t afford another weapon, those things didn’t cheap, and blacksmiths were ripping people off left and right charging ridiculous amounts for steel. Luckily he could create these things himself, using his steel chakra, but it was rather draining and times and quite inconvenient. It would have to do for the time being, money was scarce and so were jobs, shortcuts had to be took. Hindrances were no worry at all for the time being, it wasn’t a matter of life or death, it was a matter of toughening himself up so that when these life or death situations come along, he’d be ready. Having obstacles in the path make people work harder, and when people work harder results begin to pour in. Yngol would thank Odin for these problems in the future.

He stared at the pile of heavy logs that lay before him. It was a rather crude way of bulking up, but there wasn’t much equipment about so Yngol had to make do was what he had. He lay on his back and lifted as many logs as he possibly could, bench pressing them and pumping out as many reps as he could. His arms seared with pain, the universal signal that you’re working out properly. Pain translates to progress. The sweat dripped from his forehead, and all of his other sweat glands, soaking all the way through his shirt. The workout was only just getting started. Yngol pulled out his old and ragged backpack and filled it with as many heavy cumbersome rocks as he possibly could. He got off to a run around the field that lay in front of his house, dipping in and out of the trees, breaking into full sprints at times. The workout was exhausting, but it would all be worth it when the time comes to crush all of the foes that lay before him. Yngol dropped the pack off of his back and took a few gulps of water, catching his breath. He wasn’t even close to being done yet. There was so much further he could push himself, much more blood, toil and tears to shed.

[WC 1127]



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Toshiko Uzumaki

Toshiko Uzumaki


D-rank
The sun? That was a first. Since Toshiko had been within the village of kirigakure, the skies hadn't been filled with anything but clouds. A gloomy atmosphere seemed to always be present. It was good to have a change of scenery for once. He'd only been in the village for a short while, and while it was interesting he was starting to feel homesick. He hadn't been to konoha for a long period of time, about a few months at that point. It was good for him at the time. After losing his brother Hideki, he needed the break from the village. Everything there seemed to remind him of his lost brother. The travel among the five nations helped him stay occupied, but never made him forget. And while his mind wasn't always on his deceased brother, everything he'd done since his death was to keep his memory true, and the promise toshiko made to him alive. Toshiko kept on moving throughout that day after taking his leave from the village he'd been exploring throughout the night beforehand. Toshiko decided to go out a bit further than he had the day before. going out towards the outskirts of the land, reaching a few islands of moderate size.

He walked out unto one, coming into a open land full of trees and wildlife. Toshiko smiled as he entered the calm setting. It was a nice change to things. As he continued on throughout the alignment of trees, he found himself entering an open space. He could see a small house, made of wood. who could it have belonged to? A hermit out within the islands upon the districts of kirigakure? that was one thing toshiko hadn't been expecting. He continued forward, moving closer towards the house, and directly in front of it he saw a strange looking man. He was burly, Around the weight class of Toshiko but bigger. He wore strange chain mail clothing. he appeared to have never shaved once in his life, a neckbeard swallowing up his entire bottom lip into the beard he had which had been braided. He appeared to be fatigued, drinking sips of water and panting heavily. Toshiko had to see more about this man. Learn more about him. He walked out, coming into his plane of vision, and then spoke to him.

"Working out this early? Well aren't you determined."

Word Count: 412

412/900 Perception B-2-B-3



Last edited by Toshiko Uzumaki on Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:09 am; edited 3 times in total

Yngol

Yngol


D-rank
Fire consumed Yngol’s insides, his muscled were engulfed with pain. He felt none of it. As far as Yngol was concerned he was ready for more. He lay on his back, soaked with sweat and panting heavily, taking a breather from the workout he had yet to finish. The pain was a necessary side effect of his intensive workout, it served as a sign that what he was doing was actually working, the more pain, the better the progress. He never knew when the pain was, he was born numb and thus felt none of it. However, his muscles refusing to do anymore work was a good sign. He was always pushing himself harder, pushing himself to the limit, and then taking himself past that limit. All of the recent work he was doing had motivated himself even more than he already was. Watching gates, delivering papers and messages, finding lost items, these were jobs for a squire, a young boy trying to prove his worth, Yngol was sick of being mistreat and misused, sent on missions that were far below his skill level. The only way to prove his worth was to work harder and harder, get stronger and stronger, and eventually the people would see him for who he truly is. A warrior.

Yngol had gone through many hours of lifting makeshift weights, running is circles around the tiny piece of land he resided on, doing whatever exercise he could that would push himself to the edge. His body was spent, his energy was gone. He had gone as far as he possibly could for one day. Of course, he had the stamina of an ox, and would not give up so easy. All that was needed was a few minutes of rest and he would get right back to training himself. He had set aside the whole day for training, and he intended to use every last hour of it. He grabbed the heavy bottle of water he had taken with him and splashed enough water on his face to cool himself down. His face was red and his breath was short, but Yngol hadn’t been defeated yet. He downed the rest of his water and stood himself up, ready to get back to work. Upon standing up he was met with a rather unpleasant site. A boy, stood outside his home. How insulting.

The boy stood considerably shorter, and of a much lighter build than Yngol. His hair was short and spiked, in exactly the same style as most kids had. How cute, he must try so hard to fit in. He had an eyepatch covering his left eye. Strange. Something to hide? Or perhaps he was blind. Regardless, Yngol was insulted by his presence. He had stepped food on land that he did not own, and approached a person whom he did not know. Was the boy a fool? He wore the headband of a Konoha nin on his forehead. He was not even of the same village as Yngol. What an idiot. He wore a smug look on his face, the look of someone who was very confident in his abilities. Yngol could respect that at least. Regardless, he was on edge. He had no idea who this boy was, he could be harmless, he could be a threat. Yngol did not know, he made sure not to drop his guard. Getting caught flat footed could mean death. He readied his chakra, preparing to conjure a weapon at any given moment.

“Working out this early, well aren’t you determined?”

The tone of his voice was condescending, and Yngol took it as suck. How dare he. The boy probably meant what he said as a compliment, but Yngol certainly didn’t take it as such. Approaching a large man on his own land was insult in itself, but speaking of his training routines? Yngol felt the rage build up inside of his body, ready to unleash it at any given moment. He approached the boy, getting within about a meter of him. Close enough not to get caught off guard, yet close enough to strike at any given moment if he needed to. He had no plans to harm this boy, there was no need for it, and he was much smaller and younger than Yngol, violence could have been avoided. However, beating the shit out of him might teach him a lesson in respect and courtesy.

“And what in the fuck do you think you are doing on my land, brat? You come to my land, you approach me in front of MY house while I attempt to exercise and you insult me with your condescending words? You better have a good reason for being here, or I’ll give you a good reason to get the fuck out.”

Yngol hoped that his words would scare the boy off, his tone was deep and loud and usually enough to scare the usual rabble. A part of him wanted the boy to reply, to taunt him, to give him a reason to beat the shit out of him. Yngol was long overdue a good fight, and who knew. Perhaps the boy possessed skills outside of his meager build. Yngol often forgot that the tradition shinobi were much more potent with their chakra than they were their brawling. A good fight would be great actually. Training himself up in terms of strength and endurance was only half of the equation. Nothing could ever substitute good fighting experience. The boy was a shinobi of Konoha, he had to know how to fight to some extent. Perhaps Yngol had misjudged the boy. Maybe he possessed more skill than he had let on. There was no way to tell. Of course, the aggressive manner which Yngol had addressed the boy was likely to provoke a violent reaction, Yngol was sure that he would find out more about this boy soon enough. He stood his ground, making sure to make good eye contact. Intimidation was key, and besides, he was still pissed about intruders on his land.


[WC 1015][Total WC: 2142]



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Toshiko Uzumaki

Toshiko Uzumaki


D-rank
As Toshiko observed the swole ass, ugly ass man, he could infer that he didn't take a liking to his response. The man got up, and began walking towards him, stopping only when the two were about a meter apart. Toshiko could notice the mans ugliness more than ever before. He looked like shao kahn off mortal kombat, and smelled like the purple toy Toshiko's friend rain kept in her dresser. He had a beard that had an easily identifiable smell of sweat and leftovers. This man obviously wasn't too keen on the whole hygiene aspect of himself. He was now in point blank range with Toshiko. As he approached him, Toshiko had a smile upon his face ready to greet him, but as he got closer and Toshiko realized the anger he had upon his face, his smile disappeared. He cringed due to the smell of the vikings hot ass, hurt ass breath. Viking or not, couldn't he afford a fucking tooth brush? His shit was hurtin. Toshiko wasn't going to lie. The guy was reasonably bigger than him in width and in height. If his attempt was to intimidate him, he surely was succeeding. Toshiko was confident in his own abilities, but against a guy like this? He didn't know if he'd stand a chance. He wasn't looking for a fight anyway. he'd have to start watching where he let himself wander off to. While he was visibly scared for his own safety, he still managed to speak a few words silently but clear enough for the viking to hear.

"I'm sorry sir. I wasn't trying to be rude or invade your privacy/"

“And what in the fuck do you think you are doing on my land, brat? You come to my land, you approach me in front of MY house while I attempt to exercise and you insult me with your condescending words? You better have a good reason for being here, or I’ll give you a good reason to get the fuck out.”

His words were that of a man who was confident in his abilities. Toshiko didn't want to cause any problems, but his threats seemed to trigger a reaction within him instantaneously. He balled his hands up into fists and gritted his teeth, all while turning his head to the side to avoid direct contact with the viking man's stank ass breath. Like, seriously. His breath was so fire he might as well drop his next mixtape. While the anger built up inside Toshiko, he tried to calm himself and think of what the smartest decision would be. While he tried, it was near impossible. When he felt something on a deep level, his emotions would become so strong to the point where he wouldn't be able to think straight. Especially when someone would belittle him or assume him to be a weakling. That was the main thing that could get Toshiko heated to the point he would fight. there was no use in trying to rationalize. He turned his head back to face The viking man directly, and then spoke.

"I'm not a brat! And... I don't need to give a reason to anyone! Especially not assholes like you! And if you think you can take me, i'll be glad to show you that you're surely mistaken."

Toshiko didn't hesitate a moment more. He'd attempt to grab the viking man by the throat moving his left arm to grip his throat at full speed, and then would try to throw him back in the direction of his home. He only used a quarter of his power, not wanting to go all out just yet.

Word Count: 644

900/900 Perception B-2-B-3

156/700 Strength B-B-1



Last edited by Toshiko Uzumaki on Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:13 am; edited 2 times in total

Yngol

Yngol


D-rank
"I'm not a brat! And... I don't need to give a reason to anyone! Especially not assholes like you! And if you think you can take me, i'll be glad to show you that you're surely mistaken." Looked like a brat, spoke like a brat, and acted like a brat. It was as Yngol had originally expected. The kid was a complete and utter turd wrangler. He spat his words out like a child who thought that he was worth something, who thought that for some reason the rest of the world owed him something. Yngol despised people like that. Respect is earned, not gifted. The child would certainly find none from Yngol. He admired the kid’s balls however. He was faced by a man twice his size, and still managed to disrespect him with some decent confidence. It was enough to warrant a shallow smile from Yngol, but nothing more.

He opened his mouth to issue another reply to the child, but was cut off before he could even squeeze out a word. His eyes shot down to see a hand around his neck. Strange, he didn’t even see it coming, it was there before his eyes could even notice that the boy had move. Impressive. Looked down again, his legs were off the ground. The child had actually lifted him up. Perhaps he had underestimated the boy. No, it was definite. The child was much more powerful than he had initially let on. Yngol was impressed. Before he knew it he was flying backwards, and crashed through the wall of his house. Fuck. That would be a pain in the ass to fix. The cost of fixing his wall would be nothing compared to the amount of time it would take to fully heal his dignity. He felt nothing on the exterior, but inside he was damaged deeply. His self confidence, his pride, his ego, they had all took a major hit in an extremely short amount of time. He didn’t let it cloud his judgement however, this kid was talented, no doubt about it.

Yngol stood himself up. He was covered in dust and small chips of wood. The child really had done a number on him. He noticed a gash down his arm where a sharp piece of wood has sliced him. That would have to be fixed later. He brushed himself off and smiled. Only a few seconds ago he had absolutely no respect for boy. Not a moment later the kid had earned it all. One way to impress a warrior is to best him. There was no way to deny it. The kid was stronger than Yngol in almost all areas. He warranted the respect that Yngol had first given him upon greeting him. Yngol would make sure that he got it. The gash on his arm was somewhat of an annoyance. He had blood on his pants. No worries though, it could be sown up soon enough, it was quite low on Yngol’s list of priorities for the time being.

“A little bit of a warning would be nice, you caught me off guard that time. You got me pretty good, eh?”
Yngol made eye contact with the boy for a good few seconds, keeping his serious expression on for as long as he possibly could. It wasn’t long at all before he burst out into a hearty laugh.
“One way you can gain my respect is to kick my ass. You seem to have done a pretty good job of that.
He reached out his arm, hoping that the kid would shake it. He had impressed Yngol much more than any of the other idiots who had been around for the past few days. He didn’t brag about his abilities, he didn’t let people know about his true power, and he dispatched people before they could even react. Impressive traits to have. After what would hopefully have been a successful handshake, Yngol took a step back, a wide smile upon his face. Perhaps the boy could do more for Yngol than the pathetic teachers at the academy.

“I tell you what, you’re not half bad at this whole fighting thing.”
Yngol tried his best not to sound like he was submitting. As much as it was obvious that he was beaten, he hated to admit it. Not only to himself, but especially to others. Once something was said by someone, it instantly became true.
“You want to train a little bit, you caught me early into my workout. You’ve got skills, perhaps we could help each other out a little bit”
Help each other out a little bit. Yngol knew that the reality was that the training would most likely be one way. Fighting wise, anyway. A bit of training with someone better than him would benefit him much more than running around with heavy objects on his back for a day. Fighting someone that could kick his ass would be a thousand times better than any training he had done in the past few days. Yngol hoped that the boy would accept his offer. He was dying for some good training. Doing the lap dog work, and lifting weights had bored the life out of him recently. He needed something to breathe some excitement into his life. Getting his ass kicked for once would actually do him some good, and perhaps he could learn something new.

“You know any decent fire jutsu? Im quite shit at it, I could use some help, in all honesty. You have my respect kid. You’re alright.”
It hurt Yngol internally to ask for handouts like he was, but it was something that he had to do. If he was ever going to achieve his goals he would have to bend the knee at a few points along the road. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed all the help that he could get, and he was more than willing to ask for it, even from someone ten years his junior. His hope was that the child would have mutual respect from him, but nothing was certain. As long as he learned something new, and improved himself all around, Yngol would be happy.


[WC: 1041][Total WC: 3183]

Toshiko Uzumaki

Toshiko Uzumaki


D-rank
Toshiko would watch as his planned attack went through. His hand successfully found itself upon The large burly viking's neck, and his powerful throw sent him back flying into his own wooden home. His large body went flying back into his home at great speeds, sending him crashing through the wall and into the destroyed remains of his home. Dammit. Had he gone too far? The immense size of the man, plus the speed that Toshiko had thrown him at. It didn't take much common sense to realize that the amount of damage upon the point of impact would be large. It made Toshiko feel bad, and yet accomplished at the same time. He had unintentionally destroyed the man's house, hurting him in the process, but, he'd also seen the outcome of his training. Toshiko after the chuunin exams, he couldn't have picked up a man twice his size and do that much damage to his house. One thing was for certain. He'd surely gotten stronger since then. The idea of the outcome of his training to increase his skill this much? It boosted his confidence in his own skill.

The viking would stand up from the rubble of his home. As expected, he wasn't left unscathed. His body was covered in dust and tiny chips of wood that broke off of his home during the impact. a noticeable gash was left upon his arm from a piece of wood that pierced him as he crashed into the wall. Not too serious, but of moderate size. Toshiko watched as The viking brushed himself off with a smile upon his face. What did it mean? The action was enough to confuse toshiko enough to leave him clueless on the next action to take, so he simply stood there, waiting for the large man to make his next move. He didn't expect what would happen next.

“A little bit of a warning would be nice, you caught me off guard that time. You got me pretty good, eh?”

The viking made eye contact with Toshiko, his expression cold and serious. Toshiko stared back, glaring into his eyes with a serious and yet smug look upon his face. He couldn't slip up, even for a second. He had to be as serious as possible, not giving the man another chance to underestimate him. Then the man broke out with mellow, hard hitting laughter. Toshiko didn't know how to respond. Was the man laughing at him, or simply doing so to break the awkward tension within their staring contest? Toshiko didn't know how to perceive it. It was hard to read him.

"One way you can gain my respect is to kick my ass. You seem to have done a pretty good job of that."

The man would then reach out his hand for Toshiko to shake. The only thing he could feel at that point other than confusion was shock. The man was showing him respect. Respect. That was the only thing that Toshiko had ever wanted for as long as he could remember. He hated it when people thought things about him in a negative manner before they even gave him the chance to prove himself. The man made this mistake, and instead of being spiteful he admitted his fault. Toshiko's look of awe turned into a large smile. This man would have his respect as well. Toshiko reached out to shake his hand, speaking his feelings of admiration through his actions. After the handshake ended, The man would move back, and then begin to speak once more.

“I tell you what, you’re not half bad at this whole fighting thing.”

Toshiko smiled. He realized that this man was most likely of the prideful variety. There was nothing wrong with that of course, but it did allow Toshiko to figure out that was most likely the closest thing he'd get to a compliment out of him.

“You want to train a little bit, you caught me early into my workout. You’ve got skills, perhaps we could help each other out a little bit”

Now that sounded interesting.

"heh. I'd never turn down an opportunity to train. What'd you have in mind?"

“You know any decent fire jutsu? Im quite shit at it, I could use some help, in all honesty. You have my respect kid. You’re alright.”

For some reason, joy overfilled Toshiko. He gave a slight smile. While he may not have openly admitted to him, The only thing that he really wanted from others was for them to see his worth. He wanted people to stop disrespecting him, and to be recognized as a great ninja. The fact that The man had given him his respect was more than enough for Toshiko to consider him a friend.

"Thanks.... That means a lot. I'm sorry about throwing you into your home. I can help you fix it up if you'd like. you've earned my respect as well. And the name's Toshiko. Toshiko Uzumaki, Special Jounin of Konohagakure. I'ts a pleasure to meet you.

After introducing himself, he set his mind back on training with the man.

"You want to learn Katon? That's one of my specialties. I can teach you some jutsu no problem. Pay close attention."

He knew the perfect jutsu to show him.

"Here's one i learned back when i was a genin. It's called great fireball jutsu. It's pretty powerful, but really easy to learn. All you gotta do is fill your throat with katon chakra..."

He backed up 10 meters to make sure he wouldn't accidentally harm the man with the jutsu, and then turned to his right. He inhaled deeply, showing The man how to utilize the jutsu. His throat and mouth filled with oxygen that configured itself into Katon chakra. He then quickly exhaled, sending a great ball of flame flying forward at a sustainable speed. It managed to cover a few meters flying across the ground and scorching it before dispersing into thin air. Toshiko turned back to the man with a smile on his face.

"See? It's pretty easy, and pretty powerful when you use it against an opponent at close range. Think you can try it?"

Word Count: 1063

800/800 Strength B-1-B-2

419/900 Strength B-2-B-3



Last edited by Toshiko Uzumaki on Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:19 am; edited 1 time in total

Yngol

Yngol


D-rank
A look of uncertainty had made its home in the kid’s eyes. It was no surprise that he wasn’t quite sure how to react to Yngol. He wasn’t like most other people, he abided by a different moral code, a different set of rules. The clockwork inside of his head spun a little bit differently than anybody else. Respect is everything, and there is only one way to earn it. Standing up for yourself and holding your ground, even in the most dire of situations. Anybody who was able to do that was OK in Yngol’s eyes, and Toshiko had done exactly that. A different person may have got up and been straight at Toshiko’s throat. Hell, had the circumstances been different, Yngol would have been too. Toshiko had shown that he wasn’t afraid of Yngol, despite the weight and size difference. He had easily tossed him, and showed that he wasn’t taking any shit. Yngol could definitely respect that.

The look of hesitation had vacated Toshiko’s face faster than it had come. The second Yngol extended his hand to shake, all feelings of tension and ambiguity seemed to dissipate almost instantly. The common language of all men was respect, and that was what was being shared at that moment. Everything else evaporated into thin air. All that mattered at that moment was two men offering each other their respects. Yngol who respected Toshiko’s strength, and Toshiko who apparently respected Yngol’s ability to pick himself back up after being tossed through the wall of his own home. Toshi’s handshake was firm and confident. Yngol expected that, after the display of strength he had shown earlier. He was definitely certain of his own abilities, which was a good attribute to have. After the handshake, Toshiko smiled again. It was almost as if the past minute or so hadn’t even happened. It’s amazing how far a little bit of respect can go.

"Heh. I'd never turn down an opportunity to train. What'd you have in mind?" Even after he had laid a beatdown on Yngol he was still willing to let him take the lead. For what reason, Yngol wasn’t sure, but it was a nice gesture regardless. After he mentioned Katon jutsu, Toshi’s eyes lit up again. Probably meant that Yngol was in luck as far as learning something new went. This was good. He desperately needed to expand his horizons. His fighting was becoming one dimensional, and he was beginning to rely too much on raw power instead of skill. Learning a new fire jutsu would do him good, and obviously add a layer of versatility to his fighting. Toshiko’s expression told Yngol that he knew a fair bit about fire, which was great and all that, but being good at something and being good at teaching it were two different things. Not that he was in a position to complain about anything. Someone was offering him free tuition, he wasn’t in any position to refuse it. In fact, he needed to snap it up as soon as possible.

"Thanks.... That means a lot. I'm sorry about throwing you into your home. I can help you fix it up if you'd like. you've earned my respect as well. And the name's Toshiko. Toshiko Uzumaki, Special Jounin of Konohagakure. I'ts a pleasure to meet you.” Special Jounin, at so young to. Yngol really had a long way to go if he wanted to get anywhere close to the level of the people he wished to defeat. There were children a decade younger than him, and ten times better. Such was the way that things went though, Yngol would just have to work ten times harder to catch up. The apology about the house meant little to Yngol. It showed softness, in all honesty. It would have been better if he’d said nothing at all. A good warrior is cold blooded and ruthless, and should never under any circumstances apologize for their actions. He vocalized his respect, which was a nice gesture, but unnecessary in the end. Yngol already knew that he had Toshiko’s respect. There was a feeling in the air, the vibes that were coming from one another. It’s easy to feel when someone has given you their respect, but hearing it in words didn’t do any harm either.

"You want to learn Katon? That's one of my specialties. I can teach you some jutsu no problem. Pay close attention." Yngol’s assumption was correct, Toshiko was well versed with Katon. This was very good for Yngol, perhaps he could forge a lasting alliance with Toshiko, he was sure that there were ways that they could help one another. Maybe Yngol could teach him to get the hesitation out of his system and to become a cold blooded warrior. It was early days, Yngol couldn’t assume too much for the time being. All that mattered in that moment was that Toshiko was going to teach him something new. There was a short term benefit to reap and Yngol was going to make the most of it. Toshiko’s confidence seemed to grow as more and more words came out of his mouth. His words were filled with certainty, and there was no hesitation between sentences. He was an impressive kid, one that Yngol would definitely keep his eyes on.

"Here's one i learned back when i was a genin. It's called great fireball jutsu. It's pretty powerful, but really easy to learn. All you gotta do is fill your throat with katon chakra..."  It was easy to forget that Toshiko was already two whole ranks ahead of Yngol. The jutsu that he was teaching was probably child’s play for him. In fairness, it was probably the only jutsu that he could teach Yngol, since he was so bloody useless. “All you have to do” he said. He made it sound so easily, ninjutsu must have come so naturally for him. Toshiko took a couple of steps back, distancing himself from Yngol. He breathed in deeply, and without warning exhaled a huge ball of fire that scorched the very earth beneath it. He learned that at genin. The level of shinobi around Yngol was impressive. He was definitely going to step up his game.

He made his way over to where Toshiko was stood, facing in the exact same direction. The grass was already fucked up, why not fuck it up some more anyway. Yngol molded chakra, letting it fill his throat. The sensation was strange, the whole idea of utilizing chakra was still very new to him. He could feel the heat building up inside of his throat. He was ready. With all the might and concentration that he could muster, Yngol unleashed the best fireball that he possibly could. It was considerably smaller than the one Toshiko has made, and didn’t travel nearly as far, but at the end of the day, it was a fireball. He would have to work on it, but progress had been made. Toshiko was a decent enough teacher, perhaps there was more left to learn. Yngol formed his signature warhammer out of steel, an element he had a much better grasp of, before turning to Toshi. “That’s a cool trick, but we can do better. You want to spar some? You’ll have to take it easy on me. Obviously. You’re a good teacher, I feel like I can learn a lot from you.” Yngol fully expected Toshiko to take him up on his offer, the kid had fire in his belly. Even though he was drastically younger than Yngol, he could see a strong friendship being formed in the future.

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Toshiko Uzumaki

Toshiko Uzumaki


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After shooting the fireball made of katon chakra from his mouth and utterly scorching the ground underneath it for it's entire 20 meter distance, Toshiko was done with his demonstration. He turned back to the man and smiled, closing his eyes and placing his right hand on the back of his head.

"Well. There it is! Great Fireball jutsu. Not that hard to master, but it really has a kick to it when you manage to hit someone with it. Trust me. It's a jutsu you'll want to learn."

After Toshiko spoke, The man would make his way over to Toshiko's side, and then turn to face the same direction as him. He was going to test it out. Toshiko would move back a 5 meters, allowing him distance to completely release the full potential of his fireball. It was his first try, so Toshiko would expect the jutsu to be somewhat flawed. Despite that, the fact that he was even trying in the first place showed Toshiko that he was an admirable ninja. Toshiko would watch from the sidelines as the man filled his throat with his chakra. it was highly noticeable, and the chest would expand greatly every time this process occurred. He looked on at the man carefully, watching his technique. It was somewhat obvious that he had a problem of gathering and exerting his chakra. That was okay. Toshiko had the same exact issue to that very day. It took him long periods of time practice for him to be able to utilize certain jutsu because of him having such a hard time maintaining chakra. This was most likely because of his abnormally enhanced chakra pool. To his little knowledge of his own clan, the Uzumaki had an extended life force, granting them greater chakra than the average ninja. And the Senjutsu chakra he had acquired from the doragon seji? His chakra pool would have to at least be 5 times greater than average at that point in time.

The man would then release his katon chakra from his throat, exhaling a fireball from his mouth. It was of smaller size than the one that Toshiko had initially created, and dispersed within the oxygen at about a 9 meter distance. It wasn't perfected yet, but it was still something. Toshiko smiled and began clapping as he watched the man perform the jutsu.

"Good, good. You're a quick learner. At least, you learn faster than i do."

While the technique did in fact need some work, the man had managed to learn just by a visual display and by hearing the description of how it's done. That was a great quality to have. Being able to learn jutsu quickly imperfectly or not was a good way to expand your overall skill as a shinobi. It was a quality that Toshiko sometimes displayed, but most of the time lacked greatly. Toshiko would watch the man as he held out his hand, seemingly forming a weapon of his own chakra. Toshiko watched in awe as he witnessed a war hammer made of solid steel form in his hand from thin air. Toshiko hadn't ever seen anything like it. What was it? He had no clue.

“That’s a cool trick, but we can do better. You want to spar some? You’ll have to take it easy on me. Obviously. You’re a good teacher, I feel like I can learn a lot from you.”

Toshiko stared at the man with a smile upon his face. He never turned down a spar, especially from individuals as interesting as This one.

" A spar? You've found the right person. And i'll take it easy on ya, even though i don't think i need to. You seem like a pretty strong ninja to me."

Toshiko laughed as he reached for his tanto in his right hand pocket. He gripped it, yanking it out of the sheathe and then holding it in his right hand at the ready. He looked over to the man with a smile upon his face.

"Well? Let's see what you have to offer. Attack me."

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