1 Stormy Afternoon [Hyuuga "section"] [open/training(?)] Mon Jan 12, 2015 1:19 am
Garuda
D-rank
Too much reading, too many closed spaces, too quiet a day: all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Well, in this case, it makes Garuda a bored young man. It was the middle of the day, and Garuda stirs out of bed after a night of sleep that resembled a log rolling down a rocky, bumpy slope: constantly moving and never finding a stable position that allowed him to stay at rest. He knew that his body was in need of some sort of activity, so he gets up out of bed, gets dressed in a black, red and white variant of the orange and blue gi he sometimes wears, and starts stretching out. After about half an hour’s worth of stretching out as many muscle groups as he can to loosen up, Garuda steps outside as the sky grows overcast.
“Why did I have to pick today to go out and do this?” Garuda says, looking at the looming clouds overhead. They seemed to promise rain, but he knew that he already stepped out and made the commitment in his head, so he starts walking towards the training areas within the Hyuuga clan complex.
There was an assortment of different activity possibilities. There were a few training dummies, many of which were Wing Chun derivatives that were arranged four around the trainee, meant to sharpen and hone the Byakugan. There were some other dummies as well: a few that were charged with chakra to simulate closing chakra points (although there were ones filled with water for beginners, where you make the balloon burst by increasing the water pressure) and others that were just meant to take hits. Although the Hyuuga clan was strictly dedicated to taijutsu, there were some wooden training weapons, predominantly blunt kunai (practically little wooden bats to resemble kunai) and softwood shuriken (only good against a foam board).
Garuda moves towards the 4-on-1 Wing Chun dummy setup and takes a loose stance. As the sky starts to rumble a little bit, he takes a deep breath and begins to move, locking up with one dummy before shifting to the right, making contact with each peg at least three times before moving to the next one. His speed begins to pick up, the wooden pegs on the dummies beginning to creak with the force of Garuda’s strikes, hitting them a minimum of five times before moving to the next one. It begins to rain, but Garuda stays committed and focused on his training, his movements cutting through the raindrops, hitting each peg a total of ten times before moving to the next one. The pegs begin to crack, bending with the force of each hit as Garuda ups the limit by striking each peg 15 times before moving to the next dummy. He then begins to pour more chakra into his movements, a heavy wind beginning to blow around him as he moves, keeping his limit to 15 strikes to each peg before moving on in rapid succession.
The wind around Garuda begins to blow harder, generated by his own chakra. An aura of black, instead of blue (which is considered the normal hue for visible chakra output), forms around him, simulating a tornado as he spins and attacks the array of dummies around him. By this time, he strikes each dummy’s pegs 20 times, multiplied by the number of pegs, as he begins to create his own whirlwind of chakra, the funnel created by his aura lacing itself with electricity from Garuda’s secondary reserves. Soaked with rain, Garuda continues his pace, his eyes burning with sweat and fatigue, his muscles straining as his stamina wanes, his skin moist with perspiration and precipitation, the flesh on his hands and arms becoming raw and bruised.
WC: 630
“Why did I have to pick today to go out and do this?” Garuda says, looking at the looming clouds overhead. They seemed to promise rain, but he knew that he already stepped out and made the commitment in his head, so he starts walking towards the training areas within the Hyuuga clan complex.
There was an assortment of different activity possibilities. There were a few training dummies, many of which were Wing Chun derivatives that were arranged four around the trainee, meant to sharpen and hone the Byakugan. There were some other dummies as well: a few that were charged with chakra to simulate closing chakra points (although there were ones filled with water for beginners, where you make the balloon burst by increasing the water pressure) and others that were just meant to take hits. Although the Hyuuga clan was strictly dedicated to taijutsu, there were some wooden training weapons, predominantly blunt kunai (practically little wooden bats to resemble kunai) and softwood shuriken (only good against a foam board).
Garuda moves towards the 4-on-1 Wing Chun dummy setup and takes a loose stance. As the sky starts to rumble a little bit, he takes a deep breath and begins to move, locking up with one dummy before shifting to the right, making contact with each peg at least three times before moving to the next one. His speed begins to pick up, the wooden pegs on the dummies beginning to creak with the force of Garuda’s strikes, hitting them a minimum of five times before moving to the next one. It begins to rain, but Garuda stays committed and focused on his training, his movements cutting through the raindrops, hitting each peg a total of ten times before moving to the next one. The pegs begin to crack, bending with the force of each hit as Garuda ups the limit by striking each peg 15 times before moving to the next dummy. He then begins to pour more chakra into his movements, a heavy wind beginning to blow around him as he moves, keeping his limit to 15 strikes to each peg before moving on in rapid succession.
The wind around Garuda begins to blow harder, generated by his own chakra. An aura of black, instead of blue (which is considered the normal hue for visible chakra output), forms around him, simulating a tornado as he spins and attacks the array of dummies around him. By this time, he strikes each dummy’s pegs 20 times, multiplied by the number of pegs, as he begins to create his own whirlwind of chakra, the funnel created by his aura lacing itself with electricity from Garuda’s secondary reserves. Soaked with rain, Garuda continues his pace, his eyes burning with sweat and fatigue, his muscles straining as his stamina wanes, his skin moist with perspiration and precipitation, the flesh on his hands and arms becoming raw and bruised.
WC: 630