1 Kick Push, Kick Push and Coast [Stat Training] Mon Apr 08, 2019 4:17 am
Yammy
D-rank
Aoi's tactics were working. Although his regimen was a difficult and tiresome one. Rena had returned from the hospital a few weeks ago and had her hands in Yammy's training as well. She to was a shinobi in her hay day. Yammy day by day had been training with both of his Grandparents. Aoi had taught him to withstand damage, while being able to rest lightly. This would help down the line in preventing him from being ambushed while on the battlefield. The sun was rising slowly over the horizon. Yammy was up early. He had been up for quite some time actually, sitting up in his bed. His left leg was up and he was resting his arm over it, while looking out of his bedroom window.
He wondered were his Mother was at. She was different from his Father who'd been a ghost for several years. His mother, Hikari, sent letters every so often telling Yammy of her travels. Yammy shifted his body placing both feet on the ground. The floor felt cold to his feet. It was a oddly satisfying feeling, it made him wiggle his toes some. Yammy stood and stretched, yawing loudly. A scent of biscuits drew his nose to his closed room door. 'I know the smell is real, but I'm not falling for any of their shenanigans anymore.' Yammy thought to himself, as he got dressed, throwing on a baggy pair of khaki colored joggers. There were a black pair of sneakers sitting right by his bed. Yammy threw on a pair of socks, before sliding into the sneakers.
It did so as slowly and silently as he could. He was trying to make his Grandparents think he had laid back down. When in actuality he walked over to the window. Slowly sliding the window opened Yammy looked around, seeing if his Grandfather, Aoi, was placed traps there. It appeared he hadn't, but in all honesty there could be chakra strings encasing the outside window. Either way he'd have to defend himself in the off chance Aoi or Rena were waiting on the other side of the window. As quiet as he could Yammy took a deep breath and dove through the window, with a tuck and roll. Yammy stood and looked back at the window. 'Guess they didn't do anything this time.' He thought that anyway.
Yammy turned away from the house and began dusting himself off. "If you want breakfast, I hope you last longer than my ninkin." Yammy held his head down. 'Damnit.' It was the voice of Rena. "And you have to do it wearing this weights." Yammy held his head high and placed his hand on his face. "Both his grandparents had appeared before him. One in the front and one behind. Yammy took the weights from Aoi, which consisted of a vest, ankle weights, and wrist weights. It added well over one hundred pound to Yammy. While he was doing that Rena summoned her ninkin. A pack of five dogs appeared before Rena. There were two huskies, two pitbulls, and a grey hound.
"Okay ladies and gentleman. The only thing I need you all to do today is chase Yammy, until your chakra run out. You are permitted to use earth shifting jutsu. If you catch him, bring him home immediately. He is going to be receiving penalty training, if you all win this session. Of course if he manages to outlast you all he gets off of his training regimen a little earlier." Yammy sighed because of his grandparents training methods were sometimes...extra? However once he'd heard that he could be done with training, Yammy got a little more energy. "Let's get this started already." Yammy said confidently. All five of the dogs barked in excitement. They hadn't seen Yammy since he was a child, and finally they got not only a chance to see him, but a chance to help him train. "On your mark, get set, Go!" shouted Aoi. Once he'd said go, Yammy was gone in a flash. The ninkin chasing behind him.
'These weights are pretty heavy. Having to keep evading these ninkin will get tiresome. I don't know how I'm supposed to get this done. Oh well all I can do is keep moving.' Yammy could hear the dogs running behind him. A small smile came to his face. It made him remember when he was a kid and they'd use to play like this. He could her the paws of the ninkin scrapping against the ground as they chased behind him. There heavy panting and barks echoes behind him. The grey hound, Hayai, began closing in on Yammy. It was unwise of him to run in a striaght line against him. Just before Hayai could grab hold of Yammy's shirt with his jaw, the Yams cut right. Effectively jukeing him. "Gotta be quicker than that Hayai. I'm not a kid anymore." Hayai growled playfully and barked at the rest of the ninkin as they passed him. He continued behind the pack.
The other four ninkin began spreading out. Even without looking back Yammy could hear their formation change. 'Can't let them do that. They'll for sure catch me.' Yammy did the only thing he could think of, surface walking, take to the trees, mountains, and water. Taking different path would mess up their formation at least. Yammy had been running along a mountain pass. The pass was encased by stone walls, he took to the right wall face. The huskies Demo and Kankaku broke from the formation to chase Yammy along the wall. The other ninkin remained in formation on the mountain pass.
"You think we'd treat you like a kid? We can see how serious they are about your training, Young Master." Demo, the female husky said while chasing behind Yammy. "I suppose you have a point. It's been a while since I've seen you all, and Grandma calls you all for something like this." He replied to her. Yammy didn't have a problem with his endurance, the problem was his pace. One slip up and the ninkin would catch him. He didn't even have time to come up with a decent strategy.
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He wondered were his Mother was at. She was different from his Father who'd been a ghost for several years. His mother, Hikari, sent letters every so often telling Yammy of her travels. Yammy shifted his body placing both feet on the ground. The floor felt cold to his feet. It was a oddly satisfying feeling, it made him wiggle his toes some. Yammy stood and stretched, yawing loudly. A scent of biscuits drew his nose to his closed room door. 'I know the smell is real, but I'm not falling for any of their shenanigans anymore.' Yammy thought to himself, as he got dressed, throwing on a baggy pair of khaki colored joggers. There were a black pair of sneakers sitting right by his bed. Yammy threw on a pair of socks, before sliding into the sneakers.
It did so as slowly and silently as he could. He was trying to make his Grandparents think he had laid back down. When in actuality he walked over to the window. Slowly sliding the window opened Yammy looked around, seeing if his Grandfather, Aoi, was placed traps there. It appeared he hadn't, but in all honesty there could be chakra strings encasing the outside window. Either way he'd have to defend himself in the off chance Aoi or Rena were waiting on the other side of the window. As quiet as he could Yammy took a deep breath and dove through the window, with a tuck and roll. Yammy stood and looked back at the window. 'Guess they didn't do anything this time.' He thought that anyway.
Yammy turned away from the house and began dusting himself off. "If you want breakfast, I hope you last longer than my ninkin." Yammy held his head down. 'Damnit.' It was the voice of Rena. "And you have to do it wearing this weights." Yammy held his head high and placed his hand on his face. "Both his grandparents had appeared before him. One in the front and one behind. Yammy took the weights from Aoi, which consisted of a vest, ankle weights, and wrist weights. It added well over one hundred pound to Yammy. While he was doing that Rena summoned her ninkin. A pack of five dogs appeared before Rena. There were two huskies, two pitbulls, and a grey hound.
"Okay ladies and gentleman. The only thing I need you all to do today is chase Yammy, until your chakra run out. You are permitted to use earth shifting jutsu. If you catch him, bring him home immediately. He is going to be receiving penalty training, if you all win this session. Of course if he manages to outlast you all he gets off of his training regimen a little earlier." Yammy sighed because of his grandparents training methods were sometimes...extra? However once he'd heard that he could be done with training, Yammy got a little more energy. "Let's get this started already." Yammy said confidently. All five of the dogs barked in excitement. They hadn't seen Yammy since he was a child, and finally they got not only a chance to see him, but a chance to help him train. "On your mark, get set, Go!" shouted Aoi. Once he'd said go, Yammy was gone in a flash. The ninkin chasing behind him.
'These weights are pretty heavy. Having to keep evading these ninkin will get tiresome. I don't know how I'm supposed to get this done. Oh well all I can do is keep moving.' Yammy could hear the dogs running behind him. A small smile came to his face. It made him remember when he was a kid and they'd use to play like this. He could her the paws of the ninkin scrapping against the ground as they chased behind him. There heavy panting and barks echoes behind him. The grey hound, Hayai, began closing in on Yammy. It was unwise of him to run in a striaght line against him. Just before Hayai could grab hold of Yammy's shirt with his jaw, the Yams cut right. Effectively jukeing him. "Gotta be quicker than that Hayai. I'm not a kid anymore." Hayai growled playfully and barked at the rest of the ninkin as they passed him. He continued behind the pack.
The other four ninkin began spreading out. Even without looking back Yammy could hear their formation change. 'Can't let them do that. They'll for sure catch me.' Yammy did the only thing he could think of, surface walking, take to the trees, mountains, and water. Taking different path would mess up their formation at least. Yammy had been running along a mountain pass. The pass was encased by stone walls, he took to the right wall face. The huskies Demo and Kankaku broke from the formation to chase Yammy along the wall. The other ninkin remained in formation on the mountain pass.
"You think we'd treat you like a kid? We can see how serious they are about your training, Young Master." Demo, the female husky said while chasing behind Yammy. "I suppose you have a point. It's been a while since I've seen you all, and Grandma calls you all for something like this." He replied to her. Yammy didn't have a problem with his endurance, the problem was his pace. One slip up and the ninkin would catch him. He didn't even have time to come up with a decent strategy.
Word Count: 1058/4500