1 An Introduction [Sasijimi | Training | NK] Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:27 am
Daraku
D-rank
Up earlier than he would have liked, mostly because of how hot it was in the Castle, Daraku got dressed and strapped on Nisebi. His training for today would be a bit more relaxed, less growth-aimed and intensive but rather just something to do for fun. He didn't have any missions that he needed to do as of yet, but he didn't wanna sit around doing nothing either. He met his uncle downstairs and told him he'd be back later on, likely before dinner. Once he was out, he realized that there was essentially no escape from the heat. The sun overhead was unforgiving, and sweat already was starting to form on the Sannin's brow, making a couple of beads that ran down his face and dripped from his chin. His outfit was at least a little helpful; an open, sleeveless and loose-fitting yellow and orange shirt that showed off his muscular torso, paired with black capris and sandals. Always with the sandals. Keeping things simple, he went to the Sandy Arena, which was a common training ground for Suna-nin. He hoped that there wouldn't be many people there so that he could have some quiet, but regardless it was a very large training ground and having a few other shinobi training there too couldn't be that much of a hindrance to him. He'd brought earplugs, just in case.
When Daraku got there, he surveyed the area a little and noticed maybe 3 or 4 people total, all spread out across the grounds. He found a spot more toward the far end, where the fence was. He remembered back when he was a Genin that his sensei told him past that side of the fence was a restricted area that was top-secret. Now, here he was, standing there as a Sannin and still not knowing what the fuck was over there. The more he looked at the dark and run-down area past the fence, the more he wanted to jump over to see what was hidden there. Resisting his urge, Daraku let out a sigh and moved Nisebi to his hip before taking the blade from its scabbard. He started practicing his swings but quickly found that his arms were very weak, and every movement he made sent a shooting pain up to his shoulder.
Why are my arms so sore? I haven't done any serious training since I was in Kumo...must have been when I was on the island. He thought to himself. Ultimately, he didn't wanna put anymore strain on them without doing something to help the pain, so he set his weapon down and put a hand over his right arm to try healing the muscle tissue. He had forgotten to put his earplugs in, and he could hear the other training ninja's cries as they sparred with one another.
When Daraku got there, he surveyed the area a little and noticed maybe 3 or 4 people total, all spread out across the grounds. He found a spot more toward the far end, where the fence was. He remembered back when he was a Genin that his sensei told him past that side of the fence was a restricted area that was top-secret. Now, here he was, standing there as a Sannin and still not knowing what the fuck was over there. The more he looked at the dark and run-down area past the fence, the more he wanted to jump over to see what was hidden there. Resisting his urge, Daraku let out a sigh and moved Nisebi to his hip before taking the blade from its scabbard. He started practicing his swings but quickly found that his arms were very weak, and every movement he made sent a shooting pain up to his shoulder.
Why are my arms so sore? I haven't done any serious training since I was in Kumo...must have been when I was on the island. He thought to himself. Ultimately, he didn't wanna put anymore strain on them without doing something to help the pain, so he set his weapon down and put a hand over his right arm to try healing the muscle tissue. He had forgotten to put his earplugs in, and he could hear the other training ninja's cries as they sparred with one another.
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