Jutsu being trained:

It was your typical morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing like the canaries they were. The blinding light hits the face of the figure sleeping in his bed, and of course, the figure closes the blinds after he gets up from his bed. He yawns in response to his tiredness as he scratches the shaven part of his head. He then scratches his stomach as he feels a slight breeze in the room. It was chilly. He remembered correctly; he slept with no shirt on, His clan tattoos giving out their appearance all over his body except his face. What was on the agenda today? Ahh; training. He walked to the bathroom to start his daily routine. He grabbed his toothbrush and whatnot and did the usual. No need to explain the procedure. After doing what he had to do, he went back to his room while scratching his shaven head once more. He wondered what made him scratch his head so much. He will have to find that out eventually. The figure went to his closet and stood there, deciding on what to wear. He chose out his usual attire: Phoenix shirt, white jacket-vest, small hakama sweat shorts, orange and white sneakers along with his socks. He decided not to put on his CEO jacket or his hat as he grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He opened the window in his room as he decided not to take the door. He climbed out of his window as he jumped on the balcony. He looked down. o__O; long jump. He looked up and saw the ledge of his room. Perfect. He jumped on the ledge and climbed himself onto the roof. Now, it was time to go.

Tap...
Tap...
Tap...

He jumped on several rooftops along the houses/apartments of Konohagakure. Finding the better accumulative spot for training regards, he lowered his jumping and descended to the grounds of Konohagakure. He eyes had shifted their gaze to his surroundings in nearly all directions, getting a better view of where he was walking. It was still peaceful to say the least. He walked to the village gates of Konohagakure as he walked outside the gates. He was now in the open. He turned to the right and found himself walking to the Rolling Hills of Konohagakure. Hmm... this would make a good training spot. The flowers here were blooming rapidly as the breeze of the wind hit his body as his nostrils inhaled the fresh wind below. He kept his hands in his pockets as he looked up at the blue sky in the atmosphere. Clouds of every shape shrouded the sky, but made parting ways with each other as the sun shined down on everything. It was a beautiful day in Konohagakure, and an even more beautiful day for training. "..." No words were being said from the genin. His tattoos were kept calm by the wind. Today was a good day.

He had to remember why he was here in the first place. He opened his eyes as he inhaled a good amount of hair and then exhaled outward to the atmosphere. "A new technique. Concentrate." He let his hands rest on his side. He than sat down on the grass and crossed his legs together in a meditation type of way. The tails of his scarf traveled where the wind blowed. Time of relaxation would have to wait for Yoshiro Seitakai.

WC; 584 < 2000

Jutsu Being Trained:

'Hnn... enough chores. Mom will understand if I take a break to do some training.', she thought to herself as she finished the last of the dishes. She still had a few more things around the house to do; but her mother's priorities were much the same as hers; training, homework, chores. Even though the order did sometimes switched up. She ran into her room, changing out of her current outfit and into her usual training one; black netted long sleeved shirt beneath of a black t-shirt, shorts that went down to about her knees with several pockets lining the sides, and black open-toed sandals - she never bothered hiding her full body tattoo, seeing as the thing glowed whenever she got pissed off anyway. She snatched up her headband, wrapping it around her head and using it to keep her long ashen brown bangs out of her face; the rest of her hair being held back with its usual ponytail.

She snatched the scroll off of her dresser she had been studying for a several days now, waiting for the perfect day to go out and train it, and slipped it into one of the larger pockets of her shorts after ensuring it was tied shut properly. She slipped out of her bedroom, and then out of the house. Standing in the bright sun she looked one way and than the other before taking off at a dead run. She weaved her way in and out of stalls and people that she passed on the street; if there was too much of a cluster than she took to the walls, the roofs. She kept going straight through the village and to the rolling hills, figuring it was an open enough area to do her training in.

It didn't take her long at all to arrive, her running slowing as she ran up on of the larger hills and stopped, taking a quick glance around with her reddish gaze as she pulled the scroll out of her pocket. The idea, of course, of choosing this spot was that it gave her a good insight of who all was around; plus it was a comfortable enough place to sit and go over again the jutsu before attempting it.

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Jutsu being trained:

The setting was perfect: The sun was shining, warm climax, flowers bloomed across the running hills, and even the breeze of the cool wind was more sufficient this time. He had heard footsteps approaching, but then decided not to give a rat's ass. But, what did make him actually started to give a damn was the feeling he had for when he made a "pulse"-like vibration as he touched the ground with a medium amount of pressure. He did feel someone coming this way, but he could not make the exact direction or even who the person was. Damn; "Now it's time to investigate. -____-;" The deadpan face he made for having himself to actually get up and moving the muscles in his legs, or even the thought of it. "...I hate having to do work. Why can't I just relax and meet some nice girls?" He said to himself. He was always the lazy type in the family of Seitakai family in Konoha, but his strength in Taijutsu proved him to be hardworking at times.

Using the muscles to help himself up, he laid his left hand in his left pants pocket as he rested the right hand on the right side of his neck and tilted his head to the left hard, initiating the use of cracking his neck. He did the same on the left side of his neck as well. He shrugged his shoulders as well as bending his back. After doing his morning stretch, he heard the footsteps again. They were getting closer. He turned his hat backwards as he turned around himself. It was a female. But this was no ordinary female, her body was well-toned in both athleticism and probably because it was natural. Her skin looks as if it was of a baby's bottom. But, what the figure saw most...

...was that she had the same tattoos he had on his body, but it only showed on his arms, hands, legs, and neck.

"So, she's of the same clan too huh? What joy; time to make a new friend." His tone of voice was none to exciting, more so of a lazy, yet annoyed tone of voice. As he began his steps, he crushed the blades of the small green grass as he did so, and he also saw that she had a scroll with her also. He kept his hands in his pockets as he continued his walk toward the strange female. His tall stature would top probably most people in the village, and looking at her, she was a mere little kid compared to him when it came to height-wise. He kept his distance away from her as of 5 to 6 meters at best as he tilted his head while looking at the short female. Did she really need a scroll to train a new technique, if not Chakra Flow. But Taijutsu?

"Do you really need a scroll to teach yourself techniques? He just didn't get the logic. But then again, the figure's entire lifestyle was based around the "Fu*k you, logic* type of lifestyle. He didn't comprehend with the use of scrolls, so he gave up on using them and stuck to his instincts in fighting: his body. Although he wasn't really much of a hands-on type of person, the kicks in battle were most useful to him. It's the least expected, which is yet again, is the most useful to him in battle. The sun was getting to his eyes, but he paid little attention to it at the time.

WC: 616
T: 1196 < 2000

Her reddish gaze had been fixated on the opened scroll - which showed some sort of electrified tackle - when she heard the male's voice nearby. Her reddish gaze snapped to him, though she kept her stance for the moment relaxed. Anger at herself flared; she couldn't believe she had allowed herself to ignore base instincts. As close to home as she was she shouldn't have let her guard down like that. Her tattoo glowed for a moment at the anger she felt towards herself; but she quickly forced herself to calm. She didn't want to give off the wrong impression; especially to a stranger.

She took a moment to take in his appearance, bits and pieces of the tattoo she could see gave away enough information to allow her to know he was apart of the same clan as her. That helped a little with her unease, but not by much. She had ventured off for once without her twin, and that in itself was enough to have her on edge; it was a wonderful thing to have an extra set of eyes and ears, a helping hand.. lacking that, well.. it took some getting used to. She then thought over the words the male had said and shrugged her shoulders lightly, figuring it could be seen as beyond rude if she didn't answer. "It's not my technique, it was something my father came up with.. so he lent me the scroll in case I got curious.", a simple enough explanation really. and the truth, too. "So, I figured I'd give it a look, it seemed interesting enough... and worth killing some time." Ah yes, her training mentality.. and the reason her brother was normally with her; she was likely to run herself in the ground past the point of being able to move, and had on several occasions.

She raised an eyebrow, figuring she might as well introduce herself a bit; again going for politeness. She might be quick to anger, but she tried to be polite, first. "My name's Nanalie, by the way... what's yours?" She hadn't seen him around, and that made her more curious than weary for the moment.


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Total Count: 742 / 1,000

Jutsu being trained:

The setting was perfect: The sun was shining, warm climax, flowers bloomed across the running hills, and even the breeze of the cool wind was more sufficient this time. The breeze of the wind blowed in the direction of the south, leaving Yoshiro's scarf tails to follow the wind itself. The wind breeze was actually quite soft today, that was good, seeing as that he still had his hat on backwards at the time. He saw the girl and her stature at that. She was a warrior amongst any female warriors in their clan. What really intrigued him was the fact that her tattoos glowed. That was strange to him at the most. Why couldn't his tattoos glow like that? I guess some children in the clan are much different than others at this time. It mattered not to him in any type of way possible. Although he did wandered what it would feel like if his tattoos glowed like that.

He kept his hands in his pockets and his feet on quick alert just in case someone else might come or she might at least pull a fast one on him and decides to fight. The figure wasn't mainly of use with his hands, but his kicks were of deadly strikes. He liked Black Style at that. He could use any form of kicks without having the other style in taijutsu, since Black Style is revolved around many different styles of various kicking techniques anyway. He also thought of the words that the female, or Nanalie as it is her name, said to him, and frankly, he did not want to be rude to a female in any case. Besides, she might be nice. Judging from her height, she was puny compared to him. She had to be at least, 5'6 or 5'7, as the figure stood at a lanky height of 6'2.

Hearing her words, the figure understood what she said. So, her father sent her a scroll in case she got curious of the various techniques she would teach herself... His thought had raced to his head. He wished his father had done that to him, sending him scrolls of various techniques to teach himself, but he gets everything from his aunt, so that's good. He looked at the scroll, japanese writing, but describing how to do a technique. "You're right; it does kill time. The figure said. He guessed he could kill time as well.

Remembering how his auntie had explained to him, he motioned his right hand to his chin as his left hand went to the right elbow for support of weight. She had said it many times after he left, "The technique you want to train is called Trim Shot: Barrage of a Thousand Kicks." Her voice still trailed in his head. It kinda reminded him of his mother in many ways; Probably because the two were absolute twins. Just that auntie was more disciplinary then his mother. He also explained to him how the technique began, the various kicks utilizing the combo, and even the ending. That was a scary technique. That many kicks to the face? Damn.. o__O

He almost forgot Nanalie had asked him a question before she stated her name. Usually the figure would not say his name, but since she was being polite, it wouldn't hurt to suffice.

"Name's Yoshiro." Keep your composure. She's a stranger. He thinks he got the technique up to success level, and would like to train Nanalie while she is training her technique. A good sparring match.

WC: 610
T; 1806 < 2000