1 Lightning Strikes, Ground Breaks {Open/NK} Tue Jun 06, 2017 10:58 am
Rakurai
D-rank
Sweat dripped down his brow as Rakurai moved through the Thunder Grounds, dodging from one way to the other, the villagers had told him to stay away from it that it was too dangerous. They told him that he was not ready for it, but the truth of the matter was whether he was ready for it or not did not matter to him anymore the fact that someone told him that he could not do it only fueled the fire in himself to prove the person wrong. Rakurai had never backed down from a challenge even one as dangerous as the possibility of being struck by lightning, he was always getting himself into situations such as this where his life could be in danger. He was not sure why he did it other than the fact that when some tells him he can not do something he had to prove them wrong no matter the cost to himself, today was no different.
It all started with a conversation he over heard earlier in the day between two higher ranking Shinobi talking about meeting out in the Thunder Grounds to train, where as one of them was all for it the other was more skeptical about going out there. That was when Rakurai through himself into the mix, by saying that he would go out and train in the Thunder Grounds with the first one. This of course got both of the higher Shinobi into a laughing fit, if for no other reason than the fact that a little low level Genin who looked as if he would lose a fight with the wind was trying to train with someone way out of his league. After some heated words Rakurai told the pair that he would price them wrong that he would be out in the Thunder Grounds training and that when they stopped being little sissy's that they were welcome to come join him and train, however the two Shinobi just continued to laugh. When he had first passed by the sign that said 'Warning Thunder Grounds Ahead' he did not even hesitate walking straight past it, however it was not until he got over the hilltop that he saw why there was a warning. For as far as he eyes could see, Rakurai saw nothing except dark storm clouds covering the sky and metal rods sticking out from the ground. Rakurai stood and watched the majesty of the lightning as it struck the rods, often leaving craters in its wake. Rakurai stood frozen not out of fear, he had little fear left in him as he knew fear was good for nothing except holding him back. He was frozen in awe of the beauty that is the Thunder Grounds, he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, at least not that he could remember that is. As he watched he tried to see if there might be a pattern or something that he could follow to easily move through the field of lightning rods, but it soon became clear to him that there was not and if he was going to train in there let alone survive then he was going to have to stay on his toes.
He took off in a sprint determined to do what it was that he had come here to do and that was train, and that was not going to get done where he was now. Rakurai needed to get out into the middle of the field of rods, or at the very least get himself surrounded by the rods before he started his training. A rod not that far in front of him was struck by a bolt of lightning causing Raku to quickly change direction to avoid being hit himself. He found a spot that seemed to not have any rods immediately around it probably about a 20m radius with no rods he assumed that this would be a good training area and so looking around to make sure he did not miss anything he began to practice some. Unfortunately he did not have much to practice considering he left all his gear including his headband at home so as to not attract lightning to himself so the only real thing he had to practice was his Jutsu and his basic hand to hand combat, which he needed someone else to practice with to truly be effective. So he decided he would simply shadow box until someone else arrived, though he seriously doubted that anyone else would be fool enough to come out here.
He had not even been out there very long by the time the sweat began to form on his brow, even in this small encampment where there were not lightning rods in the immediate area. Rakurai still had to move quickly and avoid any residual arcs of lightning coming from one of the rods that made up the border of the 20m radiis, as they caused arcs to lash out occasionally towards him. Despite his main focus being on avoiding lightning strikes and holes in the ground, his mind kept wondering if there was anyone else crazy enough to be out here in this.
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It all started with a conversation he over heard earlier in the day between two higher ranking Shinobi talking about meeting out in the Thunder Grounds to train, where as one of them was all for it the other was more skeptical about going out there. That was when Rakurai through himself into the mix, by saying that he would go out and train in the Thunder Grounds with the first one. This of course got both of the higher Shinobi into a laughing fit, if for no other reason than the fact that a little low level Genin who looked as if he would lose a fight with the wind was trying to train with someone way out of his league. After some heated words Rakurai told the pair that he would price them wrong that he would be out in the Thunder Grounds training and that when they stopped being little sissy's that they were welcome to come join him and train, however the two Shinobi just continued to laugh. When he had first passed by the sign that said 'Warning Thunder Grounds Ahead' he did not even hesitate walking straight past it, however it was not until he got over the hilltop that he saw why there was a warning. For as far as he eyes could see, Rakurai saw nothing except dark storm clouds covering the sky and metal rods sticking out from the ground. Rakurai stood and watched the majesty of the lightning as it struck the rods, often leaving craters in its wake. Rakurai stood frozen not out of fear, he had little fear left in him as he knew fear was good for nothing except holding him back. He was frozen in awe of the beauty that is the Thunder Grounds, he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, at least not that he could remember that is. As he watched he tried to see if there might be a pattern or something that he could follow to easily move through the field of lightning rods, but it soon became clear to him that there was not and if he was going to train in there let alone survive then he was going to have to stay on his toes.
He took off in a sprint determined to do what it was that he had come here to do and that was train, and that was not going to get done where he was now. Rakurai needed to get out into the middle of the field of rods, or at the very least get himself surrounded by the rods before he started his training. A rod not that far in front of him was struck by a bolt of lightning causing Raku to quickly change direction to avoid being hit himself. He found a spot that seemed to not have any rods immediately around it probably about a 20m radius with no rods he assumed that this would be a good training area and so looking around to make sure he did not miss anything he began to practice some. Unfortunately he did not have much to practice considering he left all his gear including his headband at home so as to not attract lightning to himself so the only real thing he had to practice was his Jutsu and his basic hand to hand combat, which he needed someone else to practice with to truly be effective. So he decided he would simply shadow box until someone else arrived, though he seriously doubted that anyone else would be fool enough to come out here.
He had not even been out there very long by the time the sweat began to form on his brow, even in this small encampment where there were not lightning rods in the immediate area. Rakurai still had to move quickly and avoid any residual arcs of lightning coming from one of the rods that made up the border of the 20m radiis, as they caused arcs to lash out occasionally towards him. Despite his main focus being on avoiding lightning strikes and holes in the ground, his mind kept wondering if there was anyone else crazy enough to be out here in this.
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