1 One of Those Days [Akai/Private] Mon Jul 27, 2015 7:57 pm
Uchiha Atasüke
D-rank
In the distance was the one Village that the Uchiha was able to go to and feel no bonds towards his family, specifically his mother in the Land of Fire. The last time he had been there, they had been living in one of the hamlets around the Hidden Leaf Village.
Kumogakure in the Land of Lightning was practically a second home to the Ronin, but he didn't think that his presence was particularly accepted within the walls of the Village, so he had dedicated most of the time he had outside, practicing what Katon techniques he knew, hoping to push himself over some invisible limit and to unleash his sharingan.
"It won't work!" He cried to the makeshift dummies in front of him. He was beside a small body of water, fresh since it came from the mountains, and he looked at the scorched branches. They had taken all morning to gather and to make so that they were on par with his own height.
Back when he was younger and his father hadn't been slain, Atasuke had been forced to read stories and the history of the Uchiha Clan, whatever his father could get his hands on and practically forced his son to force feed himself the knowledge of his ancestry. Was the information in those stories really so important? He crouched just beside the body of water, and brought his face close to it. He cupped his hands and brought the cold water to his lips.
As it entered past his lips he felt the cold stream of water as it cut a line through his dry throat, slowly cooling his body and refreshing him. As he looked up into the sky, he realized how dark it was, but he knew it was simply because it was soon going to rain.
May as well do some more training. You couldn't be entirely certain that it was going to rain, and the Village was too far away to even make it back to shelter, and even if he left by that time it'd be too late since the gates would be no doubt closed.
Lifting his head back up from the water, he rolled his shoulders back in his crouched position before actually straightening and pushing off the floor to get back to his feet. Continuously rolling his shoulders back, he had an unreachable kink on his right side and he groaned in annoyance. After a few minutes of trying to reach it with no luck, he eventually decided it wasn't important. It won't stop me from doing hand signs anyway. He brought his hands together, palm against palm, digit against digit, pointed vertically into the air as if in prayer, but he was really just thinking of which technique to use first.
He flipped backwards, dropping his hands to either side of him and inhaled, just as he landed he released ten tiny spheres of fire straight towards the five targets, two for each.
Four of the makeshift dummies were hit by at least one sphere, by the last one had been missed completely. There were scorches marks to show how he had missed his mark earlier in the training already. However, the dummies that were hit already didn't combust, thankfully. He had soaked the wood in water to prevent them from burning.
The first time he had done training like this he had burned the training dummies that had taken him a whole day to make, and on his first session with them destroyed them.
That was why he practiced besides water!
WC: 610
Kumogakure in the Land of Lightning was practically a second home to the Ronin, but he didn't think that his presence was particularly accepted within the walls of the Village, so he had dedicated most of the time he had outside, practicing what Katon techniques he knew, hoping to push himself over some invisible limit and to unleash his sharingan.
"It won't work!" He cried to the makeshift dummies in front of him. He was beside a small body of water, fresh since it came from the mountains, and he looked at the scorched branches. They had taken all morning to gather and to make so that they were on par with his own height.
Back when he was younger and his father hadn't been slain, Atasuke had been forced to read stories and the history of the Uchiha Clan, whatever his father could get his hands on and practically forced his son to force feed himself the knowledge of his ancestry. Was the information in those stories really so important? He crouched just beside the body of water, and brought his face close to it. He cupped his hands and brought the cold water to his lips.
As it entered past his lips he felt the cold stream of water as it cut a line through his dry throat, slowly cooling his body and refreshing him. As he looked up into the sky, he realized how dark it was, but he knew it was simply because it was soon going to rain.
May as well do some more training. You couldn't be entirely certain that it was going to rain, and the Village was too far away to even make it back to shelter, and even if he left by that time it'd be too late since the gates would be no doubt closed.
Lifting his head back up from the water, he rolled his shoulders back in his crouched position before actually straightening and pushing off the floor to get back to his feet. Continuously rolling his shoulders back, he had an unreachable kink on his right side and he groaned in annoyance. After a few minutes of trying to reach it with no luck, he eventually decided it wasn't important. It won't stop me from doing hand signs anyway. He brought his hands together, palm against palm, digit against digit, pointed vertically into the air as if in prayer, but he was really just thinking of which technique to use first.
He flipped backwards, dropping his hands to either side of him and inhaled, just as he landed he released ten tiny spheres of fire straight towards the five targets, two for each.
Four of the makeshift dummies were hit by at least one sphere, by the last one had been missed completely. There were scorches marks to show how he had missed his mark earlier in the training already. However, the dummies that were hit already didn't combust, thankfully. He had soaked the wood in water to prevent them from burning.
The first time he had done training like this he had burned the training dummies that had taken him a whole day to make, and on his first session with them destroyed them.
That was why he practiced besides water!
WC: 610