1 The First Encounter (Nozomi/Training/NoKill) Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:31 am
Yasu
D-rank
OOC: Training Strength from E-> D; 750 words required. 802 words in the post.
IC: Oh, this was definitely some good training. One that Yasu in particular was enjoying, and wouldn't mind doing for the rest of his life. Indeed, as he comfortably laid back on the grass and contemplated the sky, it was questionable, to say the least, how the recently graduated Genin was spending his rather valuable time at the Training Grounds in such a non productive way, especially considering how the Chuunin exams were literally days away from happening, and how he had signed up for them. It was more than safe to say that passing them was going to prove a difficult task, considering how fresh Yasu was from the Ninja Academy, and... how he was preparing himself.
"Alright, alright... enough chillin'." He thought with a sigh, as he finally began to get up from the ground, still in his rather lazy mood. Finally standing, he cracked his neck, and started to jump a few times as a form of warming up, performing a small type of shadowboxing for the same purpose. After half a minute or so of this, he smirked, and approached one of the trees nearest to him. Without too much of a warning, he got into a makeshift fighting stance, and began to throw a few punches at it. It did not cause any sort of notable impact on the tree, yet Yasu himself had to abruptly stop and rub his right fist due to an overwhelming pain. "Agh! Damn it... how hard was it for my father to give me a sword?" He complained, remembering that even after having graduated, his family still wouldn't let him take any advantages, wanting him to "earn" everything. "Yeah, right... earn, my ass..."
The training grounds at that time were usually empty, even with the approaching Chuunin exams, and therefore, Yasu was usually left with nobody else to worry about while he prepared himself. Not that he cared, anyway. He wasn't an anti-social one, and in fact, he was the exact opposite. So nevertheless, with this, the youngster resumed his training, even despite the pain. He wanted to do this... he had too. He had been doing this for the past week, as he believed it was the only way he was going to learn how to decently punch somebody, and not hurt himself more than the actual target. With a combination of punches, he continued hitting the tree, his knuckles becoming redder by each contact. Eventually, he began to throw his own kicks as well, effectively using such a solid surface as a punching bag. He kept on doing this and doing this, eventually small cuts starting to become visible in the mentioned areas, though such a fact not being enough to stop his training. Further moments of the same process passed, and bleeding was already a constant in both his fists and feet. It was only when the pain was unbearable that Yasu stepped back, and allowed himself to sit down and take a break, at this point breathing heavily due to the obvious physical exercise he endured.
He was in no way worried, though as he glanced at his own bleeding knuckles, he did realize he should cover such wounds. So as he reached into his ninja pouch, he retrieved an extra pair of handwraps, replacing the old, now heavily bloodstained ones. More importantly, he also took the liberty of grabbing a small sake recipient, and taking a rather long sip. Whatever signs of pain his facial expression was emitting swiftly vanished, and instead paved the way for a prominent grin, something that seemingly motivated him and made him stand back up in order to resume what he was doing. With even more aggression than before, Yasu started, once again, to hit the tree in a succession of punches and kicks, the Alcohol having clearly helped in subduing the pain and allow him to achieve his goal. Soon, with all the force he was throwing, the tree that had seemingly been completely unaffected by the hits until then, began to shake notably at the impacts, even its leaves starting to fall in large portions due to the same reason. Even though the tree itself wasn't showing any major signs of destruction, such as breaking or much less falling, such happenings were already a clear demonstration of the increase in strength on Yasu's part, who until then felt like he was attacking a giant immovable rock. At this, he couldn't help but smirk; not a drastic, impossible change in what he could do, but definitely progress. And progress, he could do with. Still breathing heavily, he began to slowly weaken the force in his hits, having reached his objective for now and deserving a quick break.
IC: Oh, this was definitely some good training. One that Yasu in particular was enjoying, and wouldn't mind doing for the rest of his life. Indeed, as he comfortably laid back on the grass and contemplated the sky, it was questionable, to say the least, how the recently graduated Genin was spending his rather valuable time at the Training Grounds in such a non productive way, especially considering how the Chuunin exams were literally days away from happening, and how he had signed up for them. It was more than safe to say that passing them was going to prove a difficult task, considering how fresh Yasu was from the Ninja Academy, and... how he was preparing himself.
"Alright, alright... enough chillin'." He thought with a sigh, as he finally began to get up from the ground, still in his rather lazy mood. Finally standing, he cracked his neck, and started to jump a few times as a form of warming up, performing a small type of shadowboxing for the same purpose. After half a minute or so of this, he smirked, and approached one of the trees nearest to him. Without too much of a warning, he got into a makeshift fighting stance, and began to throw a few punches at it. It did not cause any sort of notable impact on the tree, yet Yasu himself had to abruptly stop and rub his right fist due to an overwhelming pain. "Agh! Damn it... how hard was it for my father to give me a sword?" He complained, remembering that even after having graduated, his family still wouldn't let him take any advantages, wanting him to "earn" everything. "Yeah, right... earn, my ass..."
The training grounds at that time were usually empty, even with the approaching Chuunin exams, and therefore, Yasu was usually left with nobody else to worry about while he prepared himself. Not that he cared, anyway. He wasn't an anti-social one, and in fact, he was the exact opposite. So nevertheless, with this, the youngster resumed his training, even despite the pain. He wanted to do this... he had too. He had been doing this for the past week, as he believed it was the only way he was going to learn how to decently punch somebody, and not hurt himself more than the actual target. With a combination of punches, he continued hitting the tree, his knuckles becoming redder by each contact. Eventually, he began to throw his own kicks as well, effectively using such a solid surface as a punching bag. He kept on doing this and doing this, eventually small cuts starting to become visible in the mentioned areas, though such a fact not being enough to stop his training. Further moments of the same process passed, and bleeding was already a constant in both his fists and feet. It was only when the pain was unbearable that Yasu stepped back, and allowed himself to sit down and take a break, at this point breathing heavily due to the obvious physical exercise he endured.
He was in no way worried, though as he glanced at his own bleeding knuckles, he did realize he should cover such wounds. So as he reached into his ninja pouch, he retrieved an extra pair of handwraps, replacing the old, now heavily bloodstained ones. More importantly, he also took the liberty of grabbing a small sake recipient, and taking a rather long sip. Whatever signs of pain his facial expression was emitting swiftly vanished, and instead paved the way for a prominent grin, something that seemingly motivated him and made him stand back up in order to resume what he was doing. With even more aggression than before, Yasu started, once again, to hit the tree in a succession of punches and kicks, the Alcohol having clearly helped in subduing the pain and allow him to achieve his goal. Soon, with all the force he was throwing, the tree that had seemingly been completely unaffected by the hits until then, began to shake notably at the impacts, even its leaves starting to fall in large portions due to the same reason. Even though the tree itself wasn't showing any major signs of destruction, such as breaking or much less falling, such happenings were already a clear demonstration of the increase in strength on Yasu's part, who until then felt like he was attacking a giant immovable rock. At this, he couldn't help but smirk; not a drastic, impossible change in what he could do, but definitely progress. And progress, he could do with. Still breathing heavily, he began to slowly weaken the force in his hits, having reached his objective for now and deserving a quick break.
Last edited by Yasu on Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:36 pm; edited 1 time in total