1 Fire-y Passions [Training] Wed Sep 04, 2013 4:15 pm
Miretsu
D-rank
As time continued it's inexonerable march, Yuuta's progress seemed not to have increased very much. Since he'd left the academy, he'd not ranked up - although rumors were that he was close to getting promoted simply for active service, amazing what fighting a bunch of kids could get you, eh?-, and he'd not done anything really all that amazing. He didn't even have anything impressive about him other than that which his family had given him from birth, his amazing chakra. There were a few clans in this world who were able to use their abilities, and many of those people had a skill in their independent chakra levels that far outshone Yuuta's, but there was something that was holding said families back. They were powerful, they were skilled, but what they weren't was destructive.
In fact, they weren't even close to being as powerful as his clan was, not because of influence (the Senju outshone them with that in droves, even with the Tsuchikage belonging to the Kanetsu clan; They WERE directly descended from the Sage of the six paths, after all, that was pretty much an instant win in any competition) and it wasn't because of money, comparatively they were one of the more meager clans. No, it was simply because of their raw explosive power. A senju could make a building or form a forest in a second, but he couldn't become a walking volcano. The Aisu could freeze people over until their faces turned blue and their very blood in their veins turned to little more than ice, yet the Kanetsu's could also freeze people, trapping them eternally in a cocoon of thick, hot, sludgy magma, burning their skin and slowly depriving them of that oh so important lover, oxygen. Yes, it was perhaps fitting that the clan that was known for it's sheer destructive abilities should also be the one that could kill people in the most gruesome ways possible. Why burn a man to death when you can make him watch himself melt?
Perhaps those dark thoughts would have worried another man, but it was something that Yuuta found as rather wonderful. It wasn't that he took any enjoyment from other people suffering, but rather that he wanted to have something to make people remember him once he was gone. The additional power that simply being born from this clan made that all the easier, and he had to remember that whilst he had these powers, he was also given the power to have a conscience, and no matter how enticing it would be to follow the paths of some of his less pleasant ancestors - that would make becoming well known after his death much easier after all, bad deeds were remembered longer than good ones, after all - he had to follow the example of his cousin the Kage. He had to be one of the best examples of what the village meant, and his short life span meant that he had to be able to do it all the faster, to be able to become well known within the next few years through good means. No, through great means. Maybe he might even work as his cousin's right hand, become one of the sannins of the village. It was that concept that made him realize just how much he needed to train his abilities, like whetting a knife it had to be done well, and done often.
Standing on the edge of the cave, he looked into the murky darkness, his eyes struggling to deal with the darkness that was happening inside the cave. This was the best place to train his chakra, he was sure of it. People only truly got better when confronted with adversity, and whilst he hadn't been able to find anyone who was willing to fight him for his training (he was a dormant volcano, but even a dormant volcano was not something inticing people to come and piss inside) he had been able to find something rather interesting. This cave was filled with darkness, and had so many gemstones inside it that it would sparkle and shine when properly lit up, but it also had little-to-no sources of natural light. If he could use his katon chakra, he could use his yoton chakra to mold this place until it was smooth and shiny once again. If anyone else was inside... well, they could always just sit back and watch as the master did his work.
751/2000
In fact, they weren't even close to being as powerful as his clan was, not because of influence (the Senju outshone them with that in droves, even with the Tsuchikage belonging to the Kanetsu clan; They WERE directly descended from the Sage of the six paths, after all, that was pretty much an instant win in any competition) and it wasn't because of money, comparatively they were one of the more meager clans. No, it was simply because of their raw explosive power. A senju could make a building or form a forest in a second, but he couldn't become a walking volcano. The Aisu could freeze people over until their faces turned blue and their very blood in their veins turned to little more than ice, yet the Kanetsu's could also freeze people, trapping them eternally in a cocoon of thick, hot, sludgy magma, burning their skin and slowly depriving them of that oh so important lover, oxygen. Yes, it was perhaps fitting that the clan that was known for it's sheer destructive abilities should also be the one that could kill people in the most gruesome ways possible. Why burn a man to death when you can make him watch himself melt?
Perhaps those dark thoughts would have worried another man, but it was something that Yuuta found as rather wonderful. It wasn't that he took any enjoyment from other people suffering, but rather that he wanted to have something to make people remember him once he was gone. The additional power that simply being born from this clan made that all the easier, and he had to remember that whilst he had these powers, he was also given the power to have a conscience, and no matter how enticing it would be to follow the paths of some of his less pleasant ancestors - that would make becoming well known after his death much easier after all, bad deeds were remembered longer than good ones, after all - he had to follow the example of his cousin the Kage. He had to be one of the best examples of what the village meant, and his short life span meant that he had to be able to do it all the faster, to be able to become well known within the next few years through good means. No, through great means. Maybe he might even work as his cousin's right hand, become one of the sannins of the village. It was that concept that made him realize just how much he needed to train his abilities, like whetting a knife it had to be done well, and done often.
Standing on the edge of the cave, he looked into the murky darkness, his eyes struggling to deal with the darkness that was happening inside the cave. This was the best place to train his chakra, he was sure of it. People only truly got better when confronted with adversity, and whilst he hadn't been able to find anyone who was willing to fight him for his training (he was a dormant volcano, but even a dormant volcano was not something inticing people to come and piss inside) he had been able to find something rather interesting. This cave was filled with darkness, and had so many gemstones inside it that it would sparkle and shine when properly lit up, but it also had little-to-no sources of natural light. If he could use his katon chakra, he could use his yoton chakra to mold this place until it was smooth and shiny once again. If anyone else was inside... well, they could always just sit back and watch as the master did his work.
751/2000