1 The Beginning is the Chief Thing [Private/Taede] Sun May 31, 2015 9:07 pm
Akarui
D-rank
The sand grounds were nearly empty this early in the morning. There were a few testing the limits of their abilities on the training dummies or sprinting laps, but only the truly determined and the mad had arrived before sunrise. Perhaps some were both.
In one corner of the training grounds Akarui slowly rose and fell, doing pull ups from a rickety old bar of the same name. In a sleeveless white hooded shirt and khaki capris, it was obvious his arms were tired and as red as his hair. Even his face was beginning to turn red as he began to grit his teeth.
Usually Akarui abhorred this kind of visible representation of emotion. It went against his training in the Kōga clan. When he felt he had sufficient privacy like today however, it was not at all rare for Akarui to allow himself these moments to express his frustration through body language.
The shinobi began to feel his form slipping as he continued this, and his bodily self control even began to slip as he started grunting at the burning sensation in his arms. Akarui knew he needed to stop, but there was something in him that gave him a certain desire to keep going until he collapsed. It was only when he heard the shuddering moan of the metal itself that Akarui realized his mistake.
Not one moment later he was laying on his back, the rusty bar of metal held between his hands. Now a new soreness joined that in his arms emanating from his back and backside both. Akarui closed his eyes for a moment and took a long breath outwards in an attempt to calm himself, but frustration quickly overcame his shell of concentration. The man took the bar in one hand and hurled it violently at the remains of the structure from which it came. Once again, however, Akarui met the consequences of his mistake as a sharp pain ripped through his already overtired right bicep, and he winced in pain, left hand leaping to helplessly hold the sore muscle.
Akarui groaned as he lay back down, staring upwards as the sky slowly became ever lighter. It seemed to him that the day's training was already over even as the day itself was just beginning. With yet another uncharacteristic groan, he closed his eyes and prepared to nap until the pain from Sunagakure's innevitable sunburns woke him up later in the day.
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In one corner of the training grounds Akarui slowly rose and fell, doing pull ups from a rickety old bar of the same name. In a sleeveless white hooded shirt and khaki capris, it was obvious his arms were tired and as red as his hair. Even his face was beginning to turn red as he began to grit his teeth.
Usually Akarui abhorred this kind of visible representation of emotion. It went against his training in the Kōga clan. When he felt he had sufficient privacy like today however, it was not at all rare for Akarui to allow himself these moments to express his frustration through body language.
The shinobi began to feel his form slipping as he continued this, and his bodily self control even began to slip as he started grunting at the burning sensation in his arms. Akarui knew he needed to stop, but there was something in him that gave him a certain desire to keep going until he collapsed. It was only when he heard the shuddering moan of the metal itself that Akarui realized his mistake.
Not one moment later he was laying on his back, the rusty bar of metal held between his hands. Now a new soreness joined that in his arms emanating from his back and backside both. Akarui closed his eyes for a moment and took a long breath outwards in an attempt to calm himself, but frustration quickly overcame his shell of concentration. The man took the bar in one hand and hurled it violently at the remains of the structure from which it came. Once again, however, Akarui met the consequences of his mistake as a sharp pain ripped through his already overtired right bicep, and he winced in pain, left hand leaping to helplessly hold the sore muscle.
"Damnable piece of junk!"
Akarui groaned as he lay back down, staring upwards as the sky slowly became ever lighter. It seemed to him that the day's training was already over even as the day itself was just beginning. With yet another uncharacteristic groan, he closed his eyes and prepared to nap until the pain from Sunagakure's innevitable sunburns woke him up later in the day.
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