1 Sharpening the future (Syekeren/NK) Sun Dec 03, 2017 4:51 am
Shujin
D-rank
Shujin had started off the day with no urge to do much. That woman was still on his mind with no real sense behind it. She had been so overwhelming that he couldn't contain her for even a moment. His barrier had meant nothing to her. He was so confident in his skill and power and now he was just angry at his own obvious weakness. His dreams were filled with her but there was something under the anger. A hunger he used to know that he couldn't satisfy any longer. A hunger to grow stronger. A hunger for what was to come in order to gain that. His order still wasn't finished but he was aching for the feel of a puppet under his finger tips again. He had to purge his weaknesses. He needed to grow again. To be better than anyone that called this mess of a village home. To be stronger than that boy who had nearly boiled the springs and roasted the bandit in front of him. To be able to face such power with no caution and be as overwhelming as anyone. A difficult thing for a puppeteer but he would manage. He was not the mangy hound the orphanage had left him as.
So he was sitting on a stool at the sandy arena in a section by himself. Avoiding the others training in other parts of the grounds out of sight. In the distance an explosion could be heard or a battle cry. However he had chosen a walled off section where he couldn't even hear the banter between those who thought training together was a method of gaining their own limited strength. Fools that didn't know how to overcome the impossible or even enough to try. They would be genin for some time yet where as he would try and overcome that rank. Quickly too. It was not a position he intended to remain in for long. Even if he was waiting for her to have him prove himself he would gain strength on his own. However he was locked in his own thoughts of what to do while he waited. Of course there was physical training but what he really wanted to do was practice with a puppet. However being as his was still being ordered and he was too proud to borrow the academies, he was stuck with what he had available to him.
His blue eyes stared down at the black blade of his kunai as he ran a wet stone down the length of one side and up the other. A small bottle of oil sitting on the ground next to his feet as he set about sharpening a blade that didn't look like it had ever been dull. Its edge glistening in the light of the sun. He was settled into his seat with his tan cargo pants and blue hoody over a yellow button up shirt with the two top buttons undone. Attached to his right thigh was a pouch full of senbon. On his feet were a pair of brown boots tied with the shoelaces around his ankles. The sound of the kunai and sharpening against the stone was the only suggestion he was there. Besides him obviously sitting there after all. His snow white hair was a contrast against his tanned skin though his expression was fairly blank. Just a frown seemingly painted on his lips. Why he was even there he didn't really know. The sounds of others trying out new techniques were just annoying him. At best he could just practice throwing the kunai or senbon at one of the posts set across his section from him.
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So he was sitting on a stool at the sandy arena in a section by himself. Avoiding the others training in other parts of the grounds out of sight. In the distance an explosion could be heard or a battle cry. However he had chosen a walled off section where he couldn't even hear the banter between those who thought training together was a method of gaining their own limited strength. Fools that didn't know how to overcome the impossible or even enough to try. They would be genin for some time yet where as he would try and overcome that rank. Quickly too. It was not a position he intended to remain in for long. Even if he was waiting for her to have him prove himself he would gain strength on his own. However he was locked in his own thoughts of what to do while he waited. Of course there was physical training but what he really wanted to do was practice with a puppet. However being as his was still being ordered and he was too proud to borrow the academies, he was stuck with what he had available to him.
His blue eyes stared down at the black blade of his kunai as he ran a wet stone down the length of one side and up the other. A small bottle of oil sitting on the ground next to his feet as he set about sharpening a blade that didn't look like it had ever been dull. Its edge glistening in the light of the sun. He was settled into his seat with his tan cargo pants and blue hoody over a yellow button up shirt with the two top buttons undone. Attached to his right thigh was a pouch full of senbon. On his feet were a pair of brown boots tied with the shoelaces around his ankles. The sound of the kunai and sharpening against the stone was the only suggestion he was there. Besides him obviously sitting there after all. His snow white hair was a contrast against his tanned skin though his expression was fairly blank. Just a frown seemingly painted on his lips. Why he was even there he didn't really know. The sounds of others trying out new techniques were just annoying him. At best he could just practice throwing the kunai or senbon at one of the posts set across his section from him.
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