The Kaze no Kuni has always been a rather tough place to live and prosper in. After all, it's a freaking desert. Even in times like these. Nonetheless the people of Sunagakure have always been a tough, hardy bunch and have managed to live within this wasteland for centuries. They have adapted and learned to live with the harsh environment. After all, the intense heat is somewhat useful for training.....or so thought Zaiaku as he sat cross-legged in the middle of the training field in broad daylight. The rays of the sun brutally beat down on his shirtless form as he simply sat there with his eyes closed, meditating. Yes, meditating. It was quite rare for the gray behemoth to do such a thing. After all, there's nothing that a good punch to the face can't do.

You see, as of late Zaiaku has realized that he doesn't have a lot of techniques outside of purely offensive ones. He doesn't have many options for Supplementary or Defensive. So, here he was, sweating his ass off in the heat of the desert day. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts and his headband upon his right bicep. The main thing he was doing was concentrating chakra about his body, letting run through him without hindrance or restraint. Due to this, a blue aura would form around his body due to him letting his chakra loose. Sweat was beading down his head and chest as he hands lay complacent on his legs. He was deeply concentrating.

WC: 262
WC for training Crazy Beast: 262/1500
TWC: 262

The sunlight was dreadful on this particular day. It was no place for a dignified or ordinary person. Heat advisories were being posted. It was an odd occasion indeed for Futoshi to go out wearing shorts. On top of that, he was wearing shorts with a white tank top and a completely unbuttoned white button up shirt. He had to keep cool but couldn't afford to waste another day in his current physical shape if he ever wanted to become a good shinobi. He locked the door to his single bedroom apartment and walked out into the streets.

The moment the sun touched him he knew exactly what kind of day it truly was going to be. The only solace for him was the fact that it was also bone dry. This meant there would be less moisture in the air to practically suck the sweat out of his pours. He had intentions to do just a bit of every exercise available to at the particular training ground he was in route to. It was a childhood favorite of his. He spent many years during his academy days honing his body. Before things came crashing down around him near graduation, he actually had immense will to become the best. He fared well in his class as well.

As he happened upon that old training ground, he realized some adjustments and renovations had occurred. There were many new equipment pieces. An indoor area, with the words above the door reading "lifting" could only have been assumed as an indoor weight lifting area. Some would have said to the wide eyed, smiling idiot that Futoshi had become at the sight of that lovely, air conditioned heaven "real sand village men face the heat! That indoor facility is a disgrace!" The amount of care in Futoshi's heart about the words of this people were was nonexistent, however.

He made his way passed all of the people training outdoors and toward the indoor gym, with pep in his step.

Post: 337

Veins were beginning to pop out upon Zaiaku's forehead, arms, and neck while more sweat beaded down his body. His chakra flow was becoming slowly put surely more erratic and unstable. Not because it was hard to control, rather, because Zaiaku is simply impatient and is trying to rush things. After all, there are somethings that the indolent shinobi just can't simply sit down and wait for. "Hold it. Hold it." His uncle's familiar said in his mind as Zaiaku did his best to control his chakra and its movement, though ultimately, he lost control which resulted in a small, harmless burst of energy around him. No one would really notice or car, though it would happen right next to a certain white-haired ninja who was heading towards the indoor gym. "frick!" The vulgar layabout would say aloud before smashing his fists into the hard, sandy ground below. The main thing that was frustrating Zaiaku the most was the simple fact that he knew he was rushing and that he shouldn't. That he should take his time, though he simply couldn't help it.

With out punch the ground again, resulting in a few small cracks upon the area of impact and around it before he began to focus and flow his chakra once more only to have the same thing happen again. "Calm yourself." His uncle's voice would say calmly and sternly. "Take your time. This isn't a race." A growl would escape his throat as he finally stood and dusted himself off. He was in no mood meditate. Not now. He was hot, sweaty, and pissy. Two of those things could be solved via the indoor gym due to it having air conditioners. Wiping the dampness from his forehead with the back of his hand, Zaiaku would groggily and slowly begin to make his way towards the indoor gym, solely for the air conditioning.

WC: 323
WC for training Crazy Beast: 494/1500
TWC: 494

A very large, grey-skinned man with red eyes and canines seemingly out of nowhere released a burst of chakra, then proceeded to curse as it appeared he had not done what he was intending to do. Practicing new and unfamiliar techniques often did end this way. It was just one of many possible outcomes when experimenting with the molding of chakra. The man seemed very irritated, his veins were distinguished in strain, and his body was soaked in sweat. Apparently training chakra based Jutsu wasn't allowed inside of the facility, as such techniques were potentially volatile. This was one of many rules Futoshi read on the list pinned to the door as he opened it up and was carressed by the cool air. It was like some sort of ice goddess whispering to him or blowing him a kiss.

The sweaty, giant man who he had seen before followed behind, and as such Futoshi held the door for him in sympathy. Being that they both seemed to be strangers entering a gym filled with people in groups and partnerships, things were awkward indeed. Gyms had a habit of making these sorts of situations. Futoshi looked back at the man with a calm, gentle countenance and spoke to him.

"Would you like to be lifting partners? I feel like working out alone in a place like this is just some sort of taboo in the eyes of these people, the way they're staring at us anyhow. It looks like you are quite physically fit, focusing on strength training I presume? If that's the case I think you and I would work out well in this environment. I'd love to know your methods."

Futoshi hoped the man would accept the proposal, after all, if he didn't it would be rather awkward, and then Futoshi would have to work out alone. That would be less fun while all of these other fitness buffs made a mockery of him in his quest to become stronger.

Post: 337
Total WC: 674