1 Building a Little Muscle[Training, Solo] Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:50 pm
Tobetsu
D-rank
Tobetsu strolled down the village street, dufflebag slung over his shoulder. The polyester that made up the material of the back rustled softly against the durable cotton of his signature jacket. His eyes were focused forward, scanning over the denizens that crowded the village streets. His destination on this day was the training field. He was tired of being so scrawny and weak. Though he could obviously handle a civilian in combat, he was nothing compared to his fellow shinobi in terms of strength. He wanted to be at least average, it wasn't a hard goal to reach, and it wasn't difficult to ask. It wasn't long before his journey concluded, his feet treading upon the training field's grass. It seemed thinner than last time, no doubt being trampled underfoot by the other shinobi who came here. It was dinnertime for most though, meaning he had the field all to himself. He tossed the dufflebag aside, extending his arms above his head in a stretch. Stretching one arm across his chest, and then doing the same with the other. Stretching wasn't important, he wasn't exactly physically active. He had to make sure he wouldn't cramp, the pain of it would probably cause him to cry out. He couldn't cry out, he needed to maintain the illusion that he could handle himself physically.
Tobetsu walked over to the dufflebag he had dragged along, taking hold of and unfastening the zipper. He placed his jacket inside of it, leaving him wearing nothing but his loose white pants and his sarashi. He would take off his shoes, pulling out a pair of shoes made with a better tread. He would place them and tie them upon his feet, preparing to workout. He would swiftly roll over after finishing tying his shoes, placing his toes into the dirt and his arms outstretches to his sides, hands planted in the soft sand of the training field. The most basic of exercises to start, the push-up. He lowered himself, releasing his pectoral muscles before contracting them and pushing himself back up. It was a basic resistance exercise, though also the key to good upper body strength in the arms and chest. Perhaps if he was strong enough, the girl from his class would forget about his fantasies of cutting her open and removing her organs in order to create a better version of herself, a puppet version of herself.. a durable, perfect rendition... so much better than what she was now. She was good now but if she was made of wo-- No. No, I can't. The ANBU told me if they caught me talking of this again that I'd be more severely punished. I'd shame my family... these thoughts interjected, guilty thoughts, worried thoughts. Thoughts he had to push out of his mind. They weren't beneficial to his goal. Humankind would be better as puppets, it was obvious. There would be no war, no more hate, no more worry. Everyone would be flawless, perfect, happy... wooden.. These thoughts were getting distracting, his pushups coming to a slow as the smirk spread across his face. He rolled to his back, crossing his arms across his chest and beginning curls. He couldn't let his mind wander, it was ruining his training. He had to clear his head and remain efficient, but the thoughts continued knocking. Maybe he was schizophrenic, but he wasn't about to diagnose himself nor did he plan to allow some doctor to make the diagnosis either. They had no business telling him whether he was normal or not.
He rolled from his curls back onto his feet. Extending his arms out in front of him, he would begin to squat down and up, working on some lower body strength this time. He wasn't about to look like those shinobi who put all their work into their biceps and abdomen and walked about looking as if they were puffed roosters, he wanted to be well rounded, versatile, prepared for any situation. He had to be strong all around rather than just in one half of his body. He had to be this way if he wanted to properly defend himself, anyway. He stopped suddenly, wiping his brow of sweat. He heard chatter up the street, the other genin were coming to train. Ever since the girl herself had found his illustrations, it was common knowledge amongst his peers that he was some sort of freak. They'd no doubt try to gang up on him and beat him in order to impress her. She was the prettiest girl in the class, after all. He gathered his dufflebag, not taking the time to put his jacket or street shoes back on and began to jog off the back trail of the practice field. He knew this trail very well, this wasn't the first time he made an escape from encroaching adversaries. He knocked branches aside as he ran, clothes and polyester rustling together and ryo clanking around one another.
Time to head home. His parents didn't exactly think of him as normal, but at least they didn't get physical against him or openly talk about him. He had no doubt, however, that he was a popular conversation topic amongst the two of them while behind closed doors. He was pretty indifferent to this idea honestly. At least he was left wondering rather than being directly insulted. It was possible they even praised his ingenuity. That was the ideal situation, though one he knew was false. The trail opened up into the central street of the village again. He continued his jog home, his legs burning from the workout they received at the field today. Home was in sight as he turned a quick corner. He slowed to a stop, opening his front door and heading inside to sleep.
TRAINING STRENGTH WC: 975/1925
Tobetsu walked over to the dufflebag he had dragged along, taking hold of and unfastening the zipper. He placed his jacket inside of it, leaving him wearing nothing but his loose white pants and his sarashi. He would take off his shoes, pulling out a pair of shoes made with a better tread. He would place them and tie them upon his feet, preparing to workout. He would swiftly roll over after finishing tying his shoes, placing his toes into the dirt and his arms outstretches to his sides, hands planted in the soft sand of the training field. The most basic of exercises to start, the push-up. He lowered himself, releasing his pectoral muscles before contracting them and pushing himself back up. It was a basic resistance exercise, though also the key to good upper body strength in the arms and chest. Perhaps if he was strong enough, the girl from his class would forget about his fantasies of cutting her open and removing her organs in order to create a better version of herself, a puppet version of herself.. a durable, perfect rendition... so much better than what she was now. She was good now but if she was made of wo-- No. No, I can't. The ANBU told me if they caught me talking of this again that I'd be more severely punished. I'd shame my family... these thoughts interjected, guilty thoughts, worried thoughts. Thoughts he had to push out of his mind. They weren't beneficial to his goal. Humankind would be better as puppets, it was obvious. There would be no war, no more hate, no more worry. Everyone would be flawless, perfect, happy... wooden.. These thoughts were getting distracting, his pushups coming to a slow as the smirk spread across his face. He rolled to his back, crossing his arms across his chest and beginning curls. He couldn't let his mind wander, it was ruining his training. He had to clear his head and remain efficient, but the thoughts continued knocking. Maybe he was schizophrenic, but he wasn't about to diagnose himself nor did he plan to allow some doctor to make the diagnosis either. They had no business telling him whether he was normal or not.
He rolled from his curls back onto his feet. Extending his arms out in front of him, he would begin to squat down and up, working on some lower body strength this time. He wasn't about to look like those shinobi who put all their work into their biceps and abdomen and walked about looking as if they were puffed roosters, he wanted to be well rounded, versatile, prepared for any situation. He had to be strong all around rather than just in one half of his body. He had to be this way if he wanted to properly defend himself, anyway. He stopped suddenly, wiping his brow of sweat. He heard chatter up the street, the other genin were coming to train. Ever since the girl herself had found his illustrations, it was common knowledge amongst his peers that he was some sort of freak. They'd no doubt try to gang up on him and beat him in order to impress her. She was the prettiest girl in the class, after all. He gathered his dufflebag, not taking the time to put his jacket or street shoes back on and began to jog off the back trail of the practice field. He knew this trail very well, this wasn't the first time he made an escape from encroaching adversaries. He knocked branches aside as he ran, clothes and polyester rustling together and ryo clanking around one another.
Time to head home. His parents didn't exactly think of him as normal, but at least they didn't get physical against him or openly talk about him. He had no doubt, however, that he was a popular conversation topic amongst the two of them while behind closed doors. He was pretty indifferent to this idea honestly. At least he was left wondering rather than being directly insulted. It was possible they even praised his ingenuity. That was the ideal situation, though one he knew was false. The trail opened up into the central street of the village again. He continued his jog home, his legs burning from the workout they received at the field today. Home was in sight as he turned a quick corner. He slowed to a stop, opening his front door and heading inside to sleep.
TRAINING STRENGTH WC: 975/1925
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