Kami came running to the Naka River. “Alright I can begin to full learn my father’s jutsu.” He went up to an average size of a human made into a bag of sand and small rocks. He looked at it closely. He saw the blood on them. “Father must have been hurting his hands learning this.” He then focused trying to remember if he was ever here watching his father create this jutsu. As it hit him suddenly I am supposed to attack the rib area with punches. “Now how many times was it again?” “Oh yeah of course I remember now it was ten.” Now it is time to get started. He went to strike it and felt a tiny bit of pain on his hands. “Damn it to hell.” He then went to do it again. “This is highly frustrating.” He barely managed to land three strikes on the practice targets rib area. “Come on you are way better then this.” They had speed though but were open fisted into close fisted when contact was made. He managed to land four strikes and the pain was lessening after each strike. “Ok this is getting slightly less challenging.” He went in to do five stress and felt a little bit of pain. “I am not supposed to be feeling pain yet.” He did the six strikes even faster and harder. “Now this feels correct.” He then looked as his hands and saw the bruising. He then went back to trying to do seven strikes. He could feel them connecting with the target. “Alright getting closer and the pain from the strikes are leaving.” He looked down and saw that his hands were bleeding a bit. He then licked his own blood. “Now I will ace this and be on my way to becoming faster and stronger.” He then did seven strikes on the target and could feel his hands starting to shake. “This is nothing.” He then went to do eight strikes and his body began to feel like it was going to quit on him. He made himself keep trying and did the eight strikes. “I will not bow down to natural limits.” He began to get slightly angry with his own body. As his body began to feel exhausted his mood worsened at how badly he was making careless mistakes. “Come on I was not raised to fail.” He then beat his hands to the ground in frustration. As he looked at the sky thinking of how humiliated his father would have been seeing his son mess up carelessly.

As his legs gave out from under him and he felt a little bit more tired. “This will not stop me.” As he began to attempt to get up and fell three times on his attempt. He finally stood up and brushed the dirt off of him. He began to get angry and did the nine strikes with such speed and power. “Almost there I must do this.” He then went to do the ten strikes and fell again to the ground from being tired. His body felt pain all through out it from being pushed so far. “Stupid body I will not stand for this weakness.” He got up and slammed his fist for the ten strikes. “This body feels like it will pass out at any moment.” He looked at the target and his hands while he saw all the blood. He could feel the sweat pouring out of his body. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He then removed his shirt sticking in his body and removed the bandaging that wrapped around his body. His body began to feel cooler. “That is feeling better now.” He then went to do ten full strikes successfully but messed up on the ninth strike. “I was so close this is quite harsh now.” As he began to breathe heavily and began to feel a bit more tired now. He could actually almost feel the small rocks break from doing open fist into a closed fist on impact. His muscles were aching as he was pushing himself farther. He then went to do ten strikes again successfully but once again failed at the ninth strike. He then stared at his hands seeing all the blood drip from it. Kami then tasted his own blood off of both hands. This began to fire him up as he then did the ten strikes perfectly. “This blood has such a magnificent feeling as a lick it up.” Some of the blood from his hands that he was licking dripped down his mouth. “My muscles are killing me and yet this makes me more ready to nail this jutsu.” He then ran to the river to swim and cool off his body. “This is quite refreshing.” He then noticed that his blood was going the same route as the river was flowing. His then got up out of the river and ran back to the training spot. He picked up some of the wrapping he had removed and began to wrap his own hands up. He then kept his shirt off as he went to fully master the jutsu. “Now we must do this.” He then did the ten strikes aiming to make it faster and harder. “This feel incredible minus the slight amount of pain this body is feeling. “ He then did it even more perfect and felt great but began to feel the damage in his body even more. He began to breathe even heavier as he heard his father’s voice possibly from nearly passing out. He heard the mockery of his own father and was more focused as his natural adrenaline kicked in. “You are right father I am not doing this correctly and my body is failing me.” He then did the ten strikes perfectly as he could and dropped to one knee feeling very tired from this harsh training. He puked from the stress from his own body. His felt slightly better and did the ten strikes and fell to one knee again. “This body must not fail.” His own scars were starting to him from the stress his own giving his body. As then did the ten strikes while he was still on one knee. As he went from one fist to a tighter closed fist it made more damage. “Father may have done this faster and more flawless but I am not as powerful as he was.” He could see the damage on the ground and could feel himself getting woozy from it. He then stood up the best that he could. As he punched the sandbag once more breaking on the tenth strike. “Alright successfully mastered.” He then walked slowly to a tree and fell asleep under it for hours. Only to wake up feeling refreshed to so he put shirt back on and left. “I see why he called it unholy strike since it wore this body out and the mindset it brings it out is wonderfully unholy.”

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