The path of the Shinboi took many different paths, each unique to the individual Shinobi. Some were destined to be fighters, some healers, while others used seals or puppets. No two Shinobi were the same. The Kimura had a long history of being fighters, warriors bred in the fire of Battle. Kennosuke was no different. He lived to be tested in the anvil of battle and be molded by its flames. But in the same breath he strove be known as something more than just another Kimura Shinobi. He wanted something more for himself than that.

Spending hours upon hours by himself wandering through the great trees that surround Konoha,he had grown accustomed to the harshness that can come in the wilderness. He had taught himself how to track and hunt prey through the trees, using only skill and Knowledge, not relying on the vast abilities that came with being a Shinobi. Out here, in the loneliness of the wilderness was the only place he felt actually at home and it was time for him to decide what path he wanted to take. His decision brought him to where he was now, once again alone within the trees, targets set up around him, wielding a bow in his left hand and a quiver hung off his right shoulder. It was training gear he borrowed from the Kimura Compound, but it would get him started in the right direction.

He nocked an arrow, took a deep breath and drew the bowstring back to his cheek. He slowly releases his breath just before he loosens the arrow, sending it flying toward standard target on a stand before him. The arrow flew true and struck the target, though it hit much lower than intended. He repeated this process over and over and with each arrow he got closer to the bullseye. It took him hours it felt like. Hours of shooting, walking up to retrieve his arrows and then returning to shoot again. But those hours paid off as soon he could loosen his entire quiver of arrows into the bullseye. Rikimaru, the man who trained him how to use his Ninjato once said that he was gifted when it came to learning how to use a weapon, being able to pick it up much quicker than most. It showed as he went from never shooting a bow before to competent marksmen in a matter of hours verses days or even weeks.

After taking a short rest, he scans the area around him. He wasn’t satisfied with being a competent marksmen just shooting at a stationary target, while being stationary himself. Shinobi never stood still during combat so stationary targets didn’t help him past learning out to actually shoot. Among the trees he had set up various targets of different sizes and shapes, some stationary through out the branches while others swung freely. He grins to himself and stretches out the muscles in his neck and takes a deep, relaxing breath. He releases his breath and bursts forward. Chakra coats the bottom of his feet as he runs up a tree, nocking an arrow as he ran. In a quick motion he draws and releases. He arrow thunks into his target but he had already leaped from the tree and nocked another arrow.

Using Burning Ambition he controls his flight path, loosening two more arrows before he landed on a tree opposite from where he started. Without pause he moves up the tree and across a branch, hanging upside down and loosening another arrow. He couches and with his right hand he flips to the other side of the branch and from a crouch, fluidly draws and releases another arrow. He leaps forward, his arms wide at his side. In a quick motion he tucks his limbs close, flips through the air and when his flips finishes he free falling backwards toward the ground. He releases his final two arrows and uses his Burning Ambition to flip again and land safely on the ground where he started.

Looking around, he smirks to himself. He had hit every target, all bullseyes. Not bad if he had to say so himself. He was satisfied with his progress for the day so he sat his bow down and began to gather his arrows and the various targets. It was a tedious process, but he couldn’t leave his things there. Once his things were gathered, he swung his bow over his shoulder and picked up the large bag full of his targets before begining to walk back toward the Village. On his walk, he contemplated where this shift would take him. He had plans now to join the Tracker Division, to put his skills to good use for the village. Not to mention the work he would be doing off the books would benefit from his focus on tracking. It would allow him to do the things he liked while still giving him plenty of opportunity to test himself in combat.

He enters the Village and makes his way toward the Kimura Compound. Now he just had to return these items to the compound and ask one of the Kimura smith’s to make him a bow of his own. He had an idea in mind it was just a matter of making it a reality. After dropping the training bow and targets off where he got them he made his way toward the clang of metal from the Kimura Blacksmiths. He waits, watching a smith work, using his own firebreath to heat the metal of a sword he was working on before taking it to the anvil. Before long, the smith had reached a point where he could stop and came over to speak with Kennosuke. The two talk quietly and Kennosuke hands the smith some drawings of a custom bow and arrows that he would need. The smith takes the drawings and nods, before heading back to the anvil. Kennosuke smiles and heads back out into the village, excited about the things that would come.

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WC Usage- Training Weapon style: Kyujutsu/Bow