Erai laid in her bed, staring at her ceiling in anticipation. She had been awake for a couple of hours now, but unfortunately that also meant waking up at 3 am. The sun hadn’t even broke over the horizon yet, so she had been trying to catch some more sleep. At this point, she realized that would be impossible since the time was now 5 am, and the sun was rising over the village. Rising up from the bed, she threw the blanket to the side, placing her feet on the floor. Rubbing her face as if just now finally feeling the effects of being up too early. Standing from her bed, she walked over to her bathroom. Wearing nothing more than panties and a loose fitting shirt, she washed herself up and tended to her daily self grooming. Walking out of the bathroom, she went over to her wardrobe. Following the Tsuchikage’s advice, she decided to wear loose fitting pants with an elastic band at the bottom that kept the pants from flying all over. Along with this came her tight fitting shirt and sports bra that kept everything from getting in the way.

She also reached for her workout bag, in which carried all her supplies for a good workout. Things such as her white cloth gauze and a few supplements that had no real impact on her training per say, but helped her recover after. Simple things like powder protein, and powder designed to recover he electrolytes. In this case, she reached for her protein powder so that her body would have fuel to burn for today’s workout with the Tsuchikage. Over the passed couple days, she had been preparing her body. Mentally however, she had been so excited about this very special opportunity that it may have weakened her. This may even come to bite her in the butt at some point during their training session. Along with the protein, she prepared herself just straight rice for carbs. Having about four hours to prepare, she did light exercises to get the blood flowing. The time to go came fast however, so she made her way to the university.

On sun shone brightly over the village, occasionally being blocked out by a building. The bag she carried was slung over her shoulder while she was busy wrapping her hands. She wanted to get this done before she met with the Tsuchikage as it was tedious and took too long to fix sometimes. The streets were clear for the most part, enabling Erai to walk to her destination unhindered for any reason. “It’s finally time. I’m going to do my absolute best today.” thinking to herself. She feel herself getting more excited about her training, though a thought couldn’t help but cross her mind. With all this training that she’s doing, what would all of it be for? What would be her goal? She always followed her own philosophy of learning one new thing a day, but when its all said and done, what would all of those one things accumulate to? Erai wasn’t entirely herself, as she felt like it was too early to decide a straightforward path. Aside from the one she was already on, and that was to meet a certain level of strength so she could achieve one goal.

That thought aside, she finally made it to the university. It was hard to believe that something like this existed in the Iwagakure. It was even harder to believe that she hadn’t visited this until now. Walking up to the doors, she already felt lost. She wondered around aimlessly, really just taking it all in. “I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life.” she said under her breathe. Her pony swayed from left to right with each alternating foot step she took. Walking around for a little less than three minutes, she took a second to think. Remembering what the Tsuchikage told her, she would have to down. She back tracked through the university, remembering that she actually passed a flight of stairs earlier. She jogged down the stairs, even though she was thirty minutes early, she didn’t want to make the Tsuchikage wait for a single second longer. Making it to the right floor, she walked out the door and was almost blinded by the sight in front of her.

The hallway before her was pure white, made to look even bright due to the lights above. White pillars and statues rest alongside the hallway. If she wasn’t taken aback by the university before hand, she was sure to be now. “Who would’ve thought something like this would be under the university?” Erai thought to herself. She walked down the hallway, seeing several different doors that could’ve led her into just about anything. The hallway was set up in such a way that if one didn’t know any better, they could get turned around. Either side being the exact same down to the smallest detail. At the end of the long hallway a pair of double doors, but before she walked down there, she decided to check the other rooms. Only really peeking into the rooms, she could began to see that this space underground was almost like a bunker. It looked at though it could house quite a few people at any given time. Erai continued her little exploration, even finding the glamorous bath house the Tsuchikage kept down here. “I wonder if the Tsuchikage actually uses this bath house.” she thought to herself.

Checking the final doors, Erai finally found her ultimate destination. She walked into the most extravagant dojo in her life. Her eyes widened and mouth even slightly opened unbeknownst to her. She took a moment to let it all soak in, letting every detail sink in. From the weapons hung on the wall, to the overall design. Erai noticed that the dojo was probably even the tallest room since she’s been underground. Finishing up her gawking, she came to realize that she didn’t see the Tsuchikage yet. Leaving it up to the fact that she was early, she laid her bag next to the wall. Walking closer to the center of the mat, she sat down with her legs under her. Taking this moment to calm down, she wanted her head to be completely cleared and focused. Taking deep breaths and releasing, she would continue this until the Tsuchikage showed up.

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Akira approached the University along the bridge as the brisk morning air threatened to attempt to steal his coat. His golden eyes looked across the bridge towards the horizon as the sun rose burning the eye that dared stare too long. He grinned at the view as he contemplated how much of the realm he ruled over. The cigar in his mouth lit up as he took another drag from it. Here he was king of the mountain and no one could challenge him and hope to win in a one on one fight. Or at least that was the reality he perceived. His coat caught the wind and trailed behind him. A black long coat that seemed to reflect the light somehow. It was unknown to most but this coat was one of the best light armors in the world. When used it could block and non chakra reinforced blow regardless of how much strength or raw power was behind it. A useful thing to have. That and it was a nice coat to keep warm in the mountains. Beneath it Akira was wearing a simple tank top under his button up shirt and track pants under his suit pants. The white button up shirt left open near the collar.

His eyes shifted to the academy as students began to pass him on the bridge making their way to early classes. Some looking tired while others seemed to walk with more confidence. He could tell who the upper classmen were with a glance and yet even amongst the top dogs of this school he stood apart not as an adult but somehow his stature was reflected in his stance. His golden gaze shifted towards a group of three particular students that everyone was avoiding. They held themselves like punks. Confident in pure physical power and using the school as their play ground. However Akira did not care to move from his spot as he watched them and smoked his cigar. He knew their paths would merge in moments but he was not one to back down from someone needing to be put in their place. Still he wouldn't truly harm them. He watched as they took notice of him and stopped a couple of feet away. The ring leader was a bald guy a little taller than Akira with broader shoulders. He spit out a tooth pick and smirked. His deep voice carrying across the bridge. "You lookin to die old man?" Akira merely smiled in return which seemed to tick the big guy off even more. He grit his teeth and raised his fist to launch a frontal punch on Akira. It was painstakingly slow. Still Akira didn't want to hurt the boy....just teach him there was power well beyond his. As the fist descended another force flowed toward it and the fist seemed to stop as a golden glow filled the air. For a moment the boy struggled before suddenly the glow lashed outwards like a powerful wave knocking him back with his friends making them slide to a stop unable to be within five meters of Akira. It was enough that they knew fear So he turned and walked into the school letting his aura up. Leaving the group behind him sweating on the bridge. His cigar he tossed over the side of the bridge.

He knew any shinobi in the vicinity regardless of rank would of felt that chakra pressure. If she was here already she would know he was showing off outside. Perhaps she wouldn't hold it against him. Either way, he was here to teach her some of the techniques he had designed to emerge taijutsu as a powerhouse comparable to ninjutsu even with its range weakness. He descended the stairs as he wondered if she was in fact already there. He looked behind him and listened to hear anyone nearby. After a moment of hearing nothing he looked down and slowly veins popped around his eyes. The golden gaze actually began to glow like it was burning as he looked through concrete and wood and sought her out spotting her in the training room. Her chakra pathways were still tightened and restricted...a genin by the looks of her. He would only be able to teach her the basics. At least for the time being.

Still he deactivated his byakugan...his veins returning to normal and the glow fading before he rubbed his eyes. He didn't use it often enough and it stung a little. Still he need not bother with it for the time being. Instead he proceeded down the steps to his door and opened it letting the sound of it announce his arrival. His dress boots clacking along the white hallway before he arrived at the dojo. He slide the door open and stepped inside before walking around the mats. Quietly he slipped out of his boots revealing black dress socks and slipped off his coat hanging it on a hook. He did the same with his dress pants and button up shirt before stepping onto the mat in black track pants with white stripes down the side and a black tank top with the Iwa Kage symbol on the back. He would walk over to her as he rolled his shoulder. Speaking in that tone that was like silk on the ears.

"So...are you ready to learn? This will require concentration and chakra control or you will shatter your own bones. Be ready for that. I can heal you but it will hurt."

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Erai could be seen sitting in a meditative position, legs underneath her. The faint sounds of her breathing could be heard only by the sharpest ears. To those who would see her, he position was stiff, and even uncomfortable. To her however, she never felt more relaxed in this sort of situation. Even though this was in fact her first time meeting a Kage. Still, through this meditation she found herself a new sense of calm that helped as she prepared mentally for the task at hand. From their first meeting, the Tsuchikage seemed to be a nice guy; breaking any stereotype that may have been set for a Kage at the time. This is to say that her first meeting with him was very short, as she was barely even given enough time to get a feel for his personality. She expected this to change however, as he would take on more of a teaching role than before. Since this was case, Erai was prepared to meet a whole other person during the day’s trials. Whatever he put her through, she knew it was just going to better herself. This was valuable time the Tsuchikage was using on her, while to that same effect, the time she spent with him would more than likely cause her to become better than she ever had been before.

Those thoughts in mind caused her to feel anxious. She even felt a sort of pressure to perform better than she ever had before. Thanks to the meditation however, she was able to push these same thoughts away for the time being. It was in this moment she felt a sudden surge pressure. This pressure could be easily identified as chakra, but the sheer weight of it was none like she felt before. He made her feel uneasy, this was when she knew the Tsuchikage was near. It didn’t take too much deductive reasoning to figure out that this was indeed the chakra of the village’s leader. In truth, Erai expected no less and may have even been disappointed if it was indeed less than what she felt. She prepared her body, loosening up,and releasing deep, heavy breaths. As a way to wake her body from the meditation, she rolled her neck causing it release air bubbles from within. She did this right before the Tsuchikage walked in, hearing the door open and his unique walking pattern. Even though Erai probably should have been, she wasn’t the least bit worried. In fact, since he had walked in only a few moments ago, she could actually feel a mental weight raise off. Perhaps it was the idea of not knowing what to expect, or maybe it was the same tension one felt before opening presents during a holiday; just multiplied by ten fold.

Whatever caused her to feel the way she did before was now gone, leaving only a sense of peace. A type of serenity that could only be described as combat calm. Those extraordinary moments during battle that leaves the mind clear. The brain isn’t clouded with thoughts of “ I need to get milk.” or “I wonder what show is coming on tonight.”. Combat was the only time when one could feel this, the only exceptions being when one fighter completely outclasses the other. Erai could feel this coming over her body, even bringing a slight smile on to her face in what had bloomed into excitement, rather than anxiety. The Tsuchikage walked over and then in front of Erai. She opened her eyes to see he had indeed dressed for the occasion like her. She rose from her meditative position. Then the Tsuchikage’s now trademark smooth voice somehow managed to fill the room. He instructed that these upcoming exercises would require her to concentrate and use chakra control. Erai had never really practised her chakra control before now, so she knew this was probably going to be painful. Still, she stretched before the Tsuchikage, taking the chance get rid of the stiffness she acquired from the meditation. With that she took her stance usual combat stance.

Holding her arms in such a way they protected the upper part of her ribs, while hands were at equal height with her pronounced cheek bones. Her left leg was the lead, followed by her right leg that was placed only a couple inches behind her body. She then looked at the Tsuchikage, with a serious but delighted look on her face. She was ready. “Alright! I’ll do my best!.” she shouted. Her body somewhere in between tense and relaxed. She was ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew that it was going to be a rough day.

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Akira watched as she stood and stretched out. It really was an excellent view and his golden eyes wandered a little as he smiled. He didn't mind a nice image to admire so early in his day. Actually it was considerably distracting as he rather suddenly wished it was a little colder in here just so he could enjoy a couple more points to her. He chuckled a little at his own thoughts before rolling his shoulders. Bones popped and shifted as he released the air from them and relaxed his muscles. He eyed her once more as she took her stance and prepared her boxing style once more. He merely shook his head and stepped once before moving behind her in a golden blur and reaching out to tap her on her shoulder. It was a gentle as he could muster while still making it highly apparent he had tapped her. He wanted to have her attention in full with this and he figured showing he wasn't playing around for a spar was probably the best way to do that. After all this time he wasn't wearing weights so he was fully capable. Still his voice rang out in case she took the tap as a challenge.

"Now now.. no need for any fighting for now. We will begin with a simple practice of chakra control and move on from there. Keeping in mind it will hurt but I need you to be capable of using these in combat. Now, here is what you are going to attempt to do."

Akira stepped back and let out a breath. For a moment he stood there as slowly from his center a golden glow formed in his abs. His special talent along with it being a curse of his was his chakra usage was visible. Still she would be able to see the golden glow spread slowly over his skin like a thin film. He watched her as it coated him entirely before he folded his hands in front of himself. The golden coating seemed thin and weak but he smiled confidently as he spoke up once more. His eyes watching her. "I preformed this slowly for your benefit so you could see how I spread the chakra slowly across my skin. On you it won't be visible as it is on me. The technique is called Iron body style, guard. Basic name I know. Still it infuses your skin with a layer of reinforced chakra which can block virtually any jutsu of the same rank or lower. Try to strike me with your best blow." He would wait for her to prepare it and simply stand there. Regardless of where she struck even if she used a C rank jutsu behind it Akira wouldn't budge even slightly. It would be like hitting an iron wall. The chakra around his skin absorbing the impact entirely. "This technique is useful if you have to take a hit in order to deal one. I want you to focus a layer of chakra over your skin now. The longer it takes to form the more this is going to hurt." Akira smiled warmly before moving away to a wall and opening a box. Pulling out a bracelet with a blue ball, a yellow ball and a red ball. He placed the bracelet on himself before rolling the small balls in his right hand. "Here is the exercise. The blue ball is normal...its slow but weighs almost nothing. You are to block it. The yellow one is slow but weighs ten pounds...you dodge that one...lastly the red ball is fast and heavy. This one will be thrown less often but it will leave bruises if you don't maintain the guard technique. Prepare for it and act accordingly based on the color you see." Akira would wait for her to acknowledge his words before he started tossing the balls at her from five meters away. The yellow and blue balls bounced slowly at D rank speed switching in pattern as they bounced at her and than back to Akira. Drawn by the bracelet he was wearing. However as soon as he sensed her trying to form her chakra he would launch the red ball at C rank speed at one of her ribs.

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Erai was about as mentally and physically prepared as one could be in a situation like this. She kept her eyes on the Tsuchikage, waiting to see what his next move would be. Although she should have known that he would move much too fast for her to keep track of. Whether she expected it or not was one thing, but for this expectation to be shattered was another. He moved faster than she could realistically comprehend at this point in time. Moving so fast in fact, that before she could even realize he moved, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was very similar in fact to the effect that happens when you participate in one of the various mind tricks. When you stare at a uniquely colored dot on a screen, only to have it not be there in the next frame, but the brain still perceives to be there. That was really the best way for Erai to describe what happened before her eyes. Allowed her guard to be lowered, letting a faint smile present itself, though the Tsuchikage wouldn’t be able to notice due to his current position behind her. The Tsuchikage’s smooth words cascaded from his mouth as he told her sparring wouldn’t occur right now.

Erai turned towards the Tsuchikage as he began to give out instructions for today’s training. She was focused intensively on him, following every word he said in order to not miss out on any information he would give. He told her that they would begin with simple chakra control, and move on to the harder exercises later. She would need to learn these concepts quickly as he also instructed that they would need to be applied almost immediately. Erai knew these new skills would lay the foundation of her later jutsu, but to be able to apply them immediately would be quite the undertaking. All things considered however, it was better to learn these new techniques in this fashion as she would need to be able to use them in combat in the near future more than likely. This being said, Erai has always been a quick learner, able to grasp new concepts much faster than most of her peers. This also translated to none ninja activities as she was always the leader in class while she was in school. Being able to easily outscore them on tests the teacher would give. This would be put to the test today as well in learning the new skills the Tsuchikage would provide her.

In keeping her eyes on the Tsuchikage, she would watch as he stepped back to perform the technique she would learn. Erai was shocked as she was able to see the golden glow of his chakra that was centered around his stomach. She almost second guessed herself as she pondered if she had subconsciously activated her Sharingan, though she quickly dismissed this as it was not possible. Watching the chakra move about his body in such a way almost gave her goose bumps. He had made look so easy and fluid, yet to her surprise it the chakra covering itself looked rather weak. In her mind, she really couldn’t decide whether the light covering was an impressive feat of chakra control, or simply underwhelming. She was able to quickly deduce that it was indeed the former. This led to her next thought which was “Would someone else be able to see this technique if I use it in the same way?”. Her mind was silenced however as the Tsuchikage began to explain his actions. As if he read her mind, the jutsu would indeed be invisible to the naked eye. He would go on to explain the jutsu’s name and what exactly it did, all of which Erai found interesting. Moving forward, he instructed Erai to hit him with her best shot in order to demonstrate the power of the move.

Knowing that a simple punch wouldn’t be enough to fully test the technique, she decided to use a one of her own jutsu. So Erai leaped back to gain some distance. While in mid air she began to weave the hand signs to perform the great fireball jutsu. She figured the dojo they were in was built so that it could withstand such techniques, so she didn’t think twice about firing it off. Forming a full fireball true the move’s name she shot it off towards the Tsuchikage. From her point of view, the ball was more than enough to completely engulf him. After a few moments, the move hit, causing a minor explosion. Landing back onto the ground, Erai wasn’t surprised when she saw that he hadn’t moved even the slightest inch. “So even I will be able to use this? This’ll definitely come in handy in a fight, especially among my peers.” she thought as the Tsuchikage told her to try it herself. She would have to hurry as well, as she could see the Tsuchikage making his way over to the wall. Erai began to focus her chakra, trying to emulate the process in which the Tsuchikage did it. She could tell tell instantly that it wasn’t going to be as easy as she may have thought.

Managing to focus her chakra to be used for the technique, she listened to his instructions which involved the tools for her training. Erai nodded her head as he finished with his directions. She was focused on the task at hand now. The Tsuchikage began tossing the balls, towards Erai. The movements were erratic and hard to follow for the most part. Though she was able to block and dodge accordingly, the balls moving just slow enough for her to react somewhat comfortably. He threw the balls in a manner that didn’t allow Erai to fall into a rhythm, keeping her on close guard. Just as the Tsuchikage said however, that red ball was fast and heavy. It came much faster than what she was expecting, unable to even give her chance to even use the chakra she focused before hand. It was a direct hit in her ribs, causing her to grab them due to the sudden pain. It wasn’t a matter of simply reacting faster, as she could never react due to the outside stimuli. In fact, it was a matter of keeping the jutsu up. She didn’t have the luxury of focusing her chakra like before, as now she needed to do so while under direct pressure. Managing to focus just long enough to build a small amount of usable chakra, she activated the jutsu. Its strength was tested immediately when he answered with the red ball once again. She could the feel the difference as it didn’t hurt nearly as much, but her body still reacted to the pain that was inflicted. What she performed was simply a thin coat that dispersed once the ball hit her. She would need to try harder in order to avoid suffering another direct hit like before.

WC: 1172

Akira observed her as he casually caught the balls as they returned to him. Each time not really bothered by the weight of them. To him they may as well have been regular balls of a light nature. After all he didn't need to focus on how he caught them at this level. They were painstakingly slow and the weight of two of them was still negligible to him. Still he knew this wasn't the case for her. His concentration was not turning the items into deadly rockets that would break her faster than she could actually benefit or learn anything from them. He was aware that if he pushed her she could or would be forced to activate her sharingan. She wouldn't be his first Uchiha student but he wanted her to be pushed to her limits for this to work. She needed to be pressed so hard she had to activate the clan ability of hers in order to maintain her position in this game.  If he could press her passed her limits with this exercise while learning this jutsu, when it came time to actually use it in combat with something not well beyond her level she would find it considerably easier.

So it was that he would not allow her a single break for the next two hard paced hours. For two hours he continuously pressed her physical limits and threw the balls in a mixed order all the time watching her eyes. He increased the pace when she was doing well and decreased it for about a minute when she took a hit. He knew the pain would be unbearable if not for one thing...he was pushing her so that the adrenaline kept up in her system for the length of it. With adrenaline pumping in her blood stream she could keep going without really feeling the pain for some time. Still he was keeping tabs on the damage and being careful not to hit the same spots more than twice. After all each time he successfully hit her it would crack a bone or leave a massive bruise. However he also knew that with the pace he was setting her body could only take so much even with the adrenaline surge. They would stop after two hours because the training was well passed the limits of the average individual by then. He knew her body would be giving out right about that point. So he caught all three balls and turned. Setting them back in the box as she would be allowed to catch her breath. He himself was fine.

Still he wasn't going to use the technique that would refresh her energy. He knew she needed to rest naturally to really gain anything from the training session. She needed to regain her energy naturally in order for her to be ready for the next technique. So he wouldn't press her into that for the day. Instead he focused a bit of chakra through his system. His aura glowing green for a moment until he touched her. The aura pressing from him into her until it covered her. It was then that she would feel it...a shift of cold to warm and back to cold again. All her cracked bones and bruises began to reform and fade. She was healing at a breath taking rate that made the pain seem like little more then stubbing ones toe. A simple B rank medical ninjutsu but plenty for the case at hand. More then enough actually. He smiled as he stood up and brushed his hands off. Even with that she would likely still be too exhausted to walk far. So he spoke up as he collected his clothing. Redressing in the corner of the room. Not a drop of sweat on him.

"I want you to pick a bath for the time being and relax in it so your muscles don't spasm and cramp in your sleep. Any of the bedrooms are also open as is the kitchen if you want some supper. Stay here for the night and in the morning we will learn a second technique. I have some other paperwork to deal with in the mean time. See you tomorrow and no leaving." And with that he smiled and saluted before a single step had him out of the room and gone.

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At first, when Erai started this training, she excited, and even thought it to be fun. The first thirty minutes of the exercise felt more like running a few miles. Of course this was complemented by the fact that if she didn’t prepare enough chakra to create an thin armor for herself, she would be forced to endure physical punishment. At the very least, she could see that the Tsuchikage was purposely avoided the same spots. After all, a man of his experience, he could easily control the direction of a shuriken, let alone a simple ball. She could see that despite this hard training, the Tsuchikage was still a kind man. This caused Erai to respect him now as a person, where as before she simply respected the title. The feelings she felt now was hard to elicit from any person alive, as these were reserved for the dead. These thoughts came at the cost of pain however, as the more she thought about abstract humanistic feelings, the more pain she suffered. Perhaps this training was also designed to instill some ninja ideals into Erai, though at this point in her life, that had as much effect as beating a dead dog.

The next thirty minutes were spent purely focusing on obtaining the chakra she needed to perform the jutsu. It wasn’t so much that she found the training to be any easier. In fact, she could see that the Tsuchikage was testing her limits. She felt he was trying to see how much she could endure. Her body was strong, and even stronger with the jutsu, but she knew this would only be a the tip of the iceberg. As he continuously pressed her, she found it harder and harder to continue at the pace she had set for herself in the beginning. The sweat was starting to drip into her eyes, and she began to taste the salt in her mouth. Her gray eyes were struggling to keep track of the balls themselves, it was here she wished she had more. More chakra, more stamina, and even perhaps more will, as she could feel her legs beginning to numb. It had been a very long time since she had felt herself pressed against a wall like she was. Not since perhaps she was forced to undergo similar hardships as a teenager. Being on the run at such a young age really changes a person, let alone a young girl who was also battling physical and chemical changes within her own body.

The last hour was little more than a blur to her by now, partially due to the sweat which found its home in her eyes. The beginning of the second hour was spent fine tuning the jutsu as she was able to do it by a passable degree. She felt no pain when the ball hit, though the force still caused her body to jerk. Erai began to sense that the Tsuchikage may have wanted to see her activate the Sharingan. Activation of her clan’s doujutsu however would not be possible for her right now. Not that she would want to depend on its power for this training anyway. Due to this, she suspected that even the Tsuchikage himself had little knowledge of her past, despite having full access to such documents. In truth, anyone who was high enough and interested would be able to see her file with all her basic information. Yet, they would not know the whole story; one of the very few luxuries she had to her name. The last portion of her training would be little more than her body simply reacting on it’s own. Her body would now be filled with endorphins and adrenaline. Aside from her will, these two things were all that kept Erai on her feet, still able to move. The jutsu was little less than instinctual now, being able to be put up and down on command, protecting her fractured body from any more damage.

This sudden mastery was right on time as well, as her body couldn’t really take anymore damage. Thankfully, the Tsuchikage ended the two hour training session, allowing her to fall to the floor. Her clothes were drenched in sweat, her hair frizzled, and she breathed heavy, starving for oxygen. In short, this was not Erai at her finest, though she cared little for her looks as her whole body was in pain. Her head was light as she rolled over onto her back, watching as the Tsuchikage came over to her. In laying there, she could actually feel her body rebuild itself, bringing the pain down to no more than a minor annoyance. When she tried getting up however, she still felt extremely, which was a very bizarre experience. She then turned her attention back on to the Tsuchikage as he instructed her to stay the night on his floor. Erai stumbled to get up as she somehow found the strength to speak. “Thank you, much appreciated!” The Tsuchikage smiled before picking up his things and leaving. Erai waved weakly at the Tsuchikage before starting her long trek to the bath.

~Exit Thread~

WC: 860

TWC: 3,900

Jutsu Learned: Iron body style-Guard (Gādo-ガード) 800/800 (wordcount reduced by 20% due to quick learner.)

Leftover WC: 3,100