1 Training Alone (P, NK, IO) Fri Apr 21, 2017 8:10 pm
Mori Moriko
D-rank
Moriko looked around her little training area, a small smile sketching across her face as the slight chill in the morning air. The wooded area she occupied had little sound, but she could hear the nearby water splashing along the banks. Tuning that out she decided it was time to focus on her training. She had just become a Genin and that meant she needed to take her training seriously. She needed to focus, her first goal was to simply get faster. She needed speed on her side to make sure she could out maneuver any opponent that was attempting to take her on. The best way to do that was first to focus on making herself faster. All the things that she had read indicated that the best way to do was a mixture of long distance running, sprinting, and conducting something similar to an obstacle course.
With this knowledge in hand Moriko knew what she needed to do, and by god she would do it and honor the teachings of her deceased father, even if it killed her to do so. She decided that the best way to start off this training was to simply run for as long as she could, at a decently sedate pace. Before she could do that however, she needed to properly stretch out her muscles and ensure that she was ready for the work out before her. It would be bad if she stretched a muscle and took herself away from training any longer than necessary. Even if it would give her a good reason to waste away in the library, it would strike of failure and weakness. Two things that were decidedly unacceptable. So she focused and began stretching starting from the top and working her way down until she had finished stretching her hamstrings and calves.
With that simple task completed she set off running, her legs and arms pumping as she moved through the forest. Her calm breathing from the stretching quickening and her heart began to pound in her chest. It seemed as though she had started out a bit too fast to maintain for any long period of time and as such she found herself slowing down after a mere ten minutes of running. She gave a slightly annoyed huff as she kept pushing herself to keep moving. She did however relent when she found herself gasping for air. Had she not suffered from her physical defect of not being able to feel pain, she would have probably felt a sharp stabbing feeling in her side, commonly known as a stitch.
After a short thrity minutes of running she pulled a Kunai from her pocket marking a tree as she passed it with a quick ‘X’, before she turned around and began running backwards. If she maintained this type of training everyday she should be able to get fast enough to pass that ‘X’ the next time she ran for thirty minutes straight. She also hoped that these long distance runs would increase her stamina so that she would be able to last longer and longer. It was, after all, something of great importance. If she tired out in a fight then she would be considered weak and likely lose the fight. She needed to have the stamina to outlast her opponents, and currently she little better than the academy student she had been a short while ago.
She needed to be better, she needed to be improved. She had not received word of who she would be working with or training under, but when she was told, she wanted to show up ready to train and not waste her teammates or instructors times. All these were the thoughts running through her head on the thirty minute run back. Unfortunately for Moriko, it didn’t take her thirty minutes to run back. She wasn’t quite that great of a runner yet, and so she had slowed down her stamina flagging from the long run she had thus far conducted. It took her almost fifty minutes to make it back to her little training area and as she arrived back she almost collapsed gasping for breath. She couldn’t feel any pain from her limbs but she didn’t need to, to know that she had pushed herself incredibly hard.
Due to the lack of pain she was able to start stretching immediately, despite her clear exhaustion. She focused on slowing her breathing down as she stretched out. It was important that she always remembered to stretch because she could never tell when she was close to tearing or pulling a muscle due to the lack of feeling in her limbs. After a short fifteen minutes Moriko finished her stretching, checking the sun for the time. Seeing that it was shortly after eight now she decided to head back to the village and grab some breakfast before conducting more training. She’d go back at a sedate pace to ensure she was well rested for her next bout of intense training that she had planned.
WC: 848
Not Completed Yet
With this knowledge in hand Moriko knew what she needed to do, and by god she would do it and honor the teachings of her deceased father, even if it killed her to do so. She decided that the best way to start off this training was to simply run for as long as she could, at a decently sedate pace. Before she could do that however, she needed to properly stretch out her muscles and ensure that she was ready for the work out before her. It would be bad if she stretched a muscle and took herself away from training any longer than necessary. Even if it would give her a good reason to waste away in the library, it would strike of failure and weakness. Two things that were decidedly unacceptable. So she focused and began stretching starting from the top and working her way down until she had finished stretching her hamstrings and calves.
With that simple task completed she set off running, her legs and arms pumping as she moved through the forest. Her calm breathing from the stretching quickening and her heart began to pound in her chest. It seemed as though she had started out a bit too fast to maintain for any long period of time and as such she found herself slowing down after a mere ten minutes of running. She gave a slightly annoyed huff as she kept pushing herself to keep moving. She did however relent when she found herself gasping for air. Had she not suffered from her physical defect of not being able to feel pain, she would have probably felt a sharp stabbing feeling in her side, commonly known as a stitch.
After a short thrity minutes of running she pulled a Kunai from her pocket marking a tree as she passed it with a quick ‘X’, before she turned around and began running backwards. If she maintained this type of training everyday she should be able to get fast enough to pass that ‘X’ the next time she ran for thirty minutes straight. She also hoped that these long distance runs would increase her stamina so that she would be able to last longer and longer. It was, after all, something of great importance. If she tired out in a fight then she would be considered weak and likely lose the fight. She needed to have the stamina to outlast her opponents, and currently she little better than the academy student she had been a short while ago.
She needed to be better, she needed to be improved. She had not received word of who she would be working with or training under, but when she was told, she wanted to show up ready to train and not waste her teammates or instructors times. All these were the thoughts running through her head on the thirty minute run back. Unfortunately for Moriko, it didn’t take her thirty minutes to run back. She wasn’t quite that great of a runner yet, and so she had slowed down her stamina flagging from the long run she had thus far conducted. It took her almost fifty minutes to make it back to her little training area and as she arrived back she almost collapsed gasping for breath. She couldn’t feel any pain from her limbs but she didn’t need to, to know that she had pushed herself incredibly hard.
Due to the lack of pain she was able to start stretching immediately, despite her clear exhaustion. She focused on slowing her breathing down as she stretched out. It was important that she always remembered to stretch because she could never tell when she was close to tearing or pulling a muscle due to the lack of feeling in her limbs. After a short fifteen minutes Moriko finished her stretching, checking the sun for the time. Seeing that it was shortly after eight now she decided to head back to the village and grab some breakfast before conducting more training. She’d go back at a sedate pace to ensure she was well rested for her next bout of intense training that she had planned.
WC: 848
Not Completed Yet