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Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
Syekren's eyes opened to see his ceiling, his parents bickering outside of his bedroom. What were they fighting about? He only heard a few words such as "your fault" and "you can't do that!" but he didn't pay much attention to it. This was all but normal now. Sure, he hated that they would fight over the smallest things but he couldn't do much about it himself. He yawned, stretching in his bed. He quietly got up into a sitting position, moving to stand and walk over to his closet. He was in his boxers and silently slipped on his normal clothing, the tan netted shinobi shirt, black shinobi tights, black shinobi tabi, his shinobi sandals; after slipping on the normal things, he tied his ninja headband around his right bicep, then slipped on his tan jacket. The jacket had the symbol of the village hidden in the sand upon the left breast of it, showing his village that he was proud to be a part of. He quietly pulled his hair back a bit, wrapping bandages around his forehead, holding it back and smiled.

Quietly, he moved to his window, pulling it up and open, then moving out of it, he made his way around the hut of sand. He silently went into the street, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, strolling down the streets of his home. He smiled and nodded to a few people, moving to a secluded area just around the training area, sitting down. He wondered if the chuunin exams were still going on. He quietly began to meditate, awaiting anything that could happen. Truth be told, he just wanted something interesting to come his way, he was tired of the normal routine of sitting around while his parents fought then escaping to the solace of his secluded area by the training spot.

Mizuto~

Mizuto~


D-rank
Waking up in an intense sweat, Mizuto looked around to see complete darkness with a crack of light ahead of him. Swearing, he swung his legs over the couch and knocked empty cans over, making a large ruckus so early in the morning. Standing up, Mizuto searched for the lamp he had bought earlier in the week, hoping to get some light in the dark apartment. "Oh man, that's the last time I ever mix my drinks again!" Finding and nearly knocking the lamp off of his coffee table, Mizuto switched it on and illuminated his drab home. Searching for his underwear, Mizuto got dressed in his blue vest and black pants.

Entering the kitchen, Mizuto flicked on the light switch and opened his fridge. Taking out a nearly empty can of Kumo ale, he drained the bitter drink and threw the can in the sink. Closing it, Mizuto pulled a chair out and sat at the table. Picking up the scroll he had tossed there last night, Mizuto opened it. "'Jutsu and Techniques of Sabaku Shinobi, Vol.1'. Let's get to work." Rolling it out, Mizuto read about a couple jutsu he could do. Browsing, Mizuto decided on two relatively easy jutsu, Sand Shield and Sand Senbon. Rolling up his scroll, Mizuto tucked it into his pocket. Putting on his boots and slinging his gourd on his back, he set out to train.

Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
ooc: I will start the count once our characters meet.

Syekren stood silently, breathing in deeply, then letting out his breath. This would be it. He was ready to train now. He balled his fists, then let them fall loosely, moving his right arm out in front of him, his thumb coming to rest in his palm, all of his fingers erect fully and pushed together. He bent his arm at the elbow, creating a sixty degree angle, tilting his arm to the left about fifteen degrees. With his other hand, he form a tight fist, bringing his arm back to allow his forearm to rest against his waist, his thumb of his fist pointing up to his armpit. He turned his waist a bit, his right foot leading forward and pointing straight, while his left foot was back, bent a bit at the knee and pointing to his left side. He was in his normal kumatae ready position. This was it.

He readied himself mentally, seeing imaginary enemies. He then began slow, smooth strokes with his right arm in chops, and parries while his left arm pushed his fist forward and across, then coming back. His footwork moved in sweeping motions and patterns, switching the leading foot every so often. His movements would flow like the waters itself, his right leg swinging up, kicking from the hip every so often. He ducked down, pushing his palms together, then pushing them apart, his thumb knuckles touching each other as he pushed both of his hands out in a shoving motion. He took them back, twisting his body in a circle, bringing his left leg up and across, driving his heel into the ground. He continued these exercises for a bit, ensuring he wouldn't get rusty.

He stopped after a while. He could feel that there would be someone else there soon, or it could just be he heard approaching footsteps. The Uchiha didn't know anyone else who had come to this spot, as he had assumed it was just him alone. He turned, his eyes squinting a bit to see who would dare intrude on his territory or interrupt his training. Whoever it was, angered him a bit. Regardless if they were stronger, he would defend his spot.

Mizuto~

Mizuto~


D-rank
Walking down the hallway of his apartment complex, Mizuto contemplated where he would go to train. "I could go outside the village and train in the desert, but I really don't have the motivation. I guess I could stop by the Tsumi Sand Grounds and do it there." Waving at a nice, elderly widow that had moved in recently, he sighed. He knew he had no reason for his angry and stressed mood, but he couldn't seem to get out of his funk. Walking out the door, he headed in the direction of the Tsumi Sand Grounds.

Making his way to the training area, he began to enter a lightly deserted area of the village. Enjoying the sound of the sand crunching under his feet, he didn't even notice that he had become lost inside his own village. Stopping to figure out where he was, he thought he could hear the sounds of someone panting and the sounds of sand being kicked and scuffed under feet. Walking to where he heard the sounds, he came upon a rather clear area. Inside, a man stood, facing him as if he expected to see him. Walking closer, Mizuto stopped, as he felt this man did not want Mizuto there. "What are you doing out here?"

Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
ooc: Starting now

Syekren was slightly angered. This area was his own to train in and some imbecile had stumbled upon it. He hated when others came here and most certainly did not want to share his spot. "What are you doing out here?" That question made him a bit angrier. What did it matter what he did with his time. He was close to ranting off at the other man but had another idea. What spoke better than fists? Syekren quietly turned his back to the other man, concentrating on his speed. He had trained to specialize in being one of the fastest ninja at his level and it would show. He had the speed of a special jounin at least. After a few moments, his body moved at what would seem a blur to the other male.

His body had spun, running at high speeds to the side of the other, bringing his fist into the right side of his ribs. After striking there, he would move to the left, bringing his foot to drive into the other side. Upon doing this he would jump backwards, flipping away from the other man, landing upon his feet in the sand, readying himself. They were near the Tsumi training grounds so a spar seemed fitting. There was sand all around them, but an oasis was only six meters behind Syekren's current position. The layout of the land would be harsh for anyone not from Sunagakure, but as an Uchiha Syekren was going to push himself.

253/1500

Mizuto~

Mizuto~


D-rank
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"What are you doing out here!?" Yelled the boy, a Suna shinobi by the look of his head band. Mizuto could tell that he had interrupted a training session and likely found the boy's secret training ground. The boy turned around, in what Mizuto thought of as anger or embarrassment.

"Look, if you could just tell me how to get back to the Bazaar, I wou-" Suddenly, the boy spun around almost faster than Mizuto could keep up, clearing the distance between the two quickly. Stepping back in surprise, Mizuto only barely saw a fist before it slammed into his side, and it would have doubled over had a foot not struck his other side. As the boy jumped back, Mizuto fell onto his back,feeling a couple ribs fracture from the boy's strength and the Sabaku's natural frailness. Scrambling back to his feet, he held his side in pain. "What the fuck is your problem!?" Snarling at the boy, who had attacked him without reason.

Lifting his hand up, Mizuto pulled sand from behind the boy, hoping to catch him unaware. Massing the sand into a wide line, Mizuto attempted a new jutsu he was hoping to learn. Long senbon made of sand shot from less than 5 meters from the boy, traveling at high speeds. Wary of the boy's speed, Mizuto flashed a hand sign with his right hand. The sand reacted, forming a grasping hand that shot to grab the boy's legs and keep him stationary.

110/130:

254/2000



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Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
Syekren got some amusement as he watched the other male stand back up from the blows. He hated when his training was interrupted and would not let some stranger come and mess his training grounds up. Soon he saw the other male react, hearing the sand shift behind him, turning his head to look. He had great reflexes as well for genin, but it wasn't until he noticed the senbon shooting from five meters behind him that he felt the hands on his legs. Tricky devil, Syekren would give the other that much. But not tricky enough. With his left hand, he made a handseal and Raiton chakra formed into a dome around his form, deflecting the Senbon just before they would hit the male. He had not deflected them all, sadly and had two sticking out of his right shoulder.

Shaking his head, his jutsu dispersed and he reached back, pulling the sand senbon out, throwing them to the ground. So this man could control sand..Interesting. The Uchiha wouldn't falter though and he reached down, punching the sand arms a few times each, watching the break free. After his legs were free, his body was a blur once more, moving at the high speeds again. This time he was jumping into the air above the other male, swinging his right foot towards his head. This would send the boy flying away if it hit and Syekren used his momentum to spin, and land back on his feet. After which, he turned back to his opponent, channeling his chakra.

He then ignited his hands into burning flames. This would up his speed by about half of another rank making him an even deadlier force to be reckoned with. His body bursted forth in what would seem a blur, to the other genin who would control sand. His fists came to fly into the genin's stomach, pushing force into them so they would push the genin back. He did not exert enough force to make the other fly back though. And he grinned, pausing his strikes. His victory was certain and he wanted to enjoy it now. He pulled his fist back, using his other burning hand to hold onto the shirt of the other genin. He pulled up on the shirt as it would start to burn, looking into the eyes of the other male, tilting his head."You picked the wrong day to come out here, you know that?" After a few minutes he would push the fist forward into the man's jaw to break it. The other would have a few minutes to react though, and that could be bad for Syekren.
125/150:


Training:

Mizuto~

Mizuto~


D-rank
Watching as the hands of earth gripped the boy, Mizuto grinned. As he expected, the boy tried to move, but was locked into place. His opponent formed a seal, and a shield of Raiton formed around him. Most of the sand shot and collapsed on the barrier, but two shot and made it around the barrier. Shooting into the boy's shoulder, he reached up and pulled them out.

Throwing aside the senbon, the boy shook his head and reached down to destroy the arms. Now free, the boy moved quickly once again to attack Mizuto. Running, Mizuto barely had time to notice the boy had moved before his body came into view in the air. Seeing his leg cock back, Mizuto erected a quick shield, strong enough to stop the kick. Pushing him back, Mizuto dispelled the barrier and watched to see what the boy would do next.

Suddenly, the boy's hands ignited into small fires, obviously hoping to get in close. Seeing the boy tense to run again, Mizuto slammed his hands together as the boy became close to a blur. Pushing his hands out as his opponent was now very close, he yelled "Reppūshō!". Very close, the jutsu threw the boy back, lacing him with small cuts and fueling the flames on his hands.



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Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
It all happened so fast. He thought he had the other guy, but here he was flying backwards in a torrent of wind. The flames on his hands had somehow fueled the wind, catching fire, the fire spreading up his arms and burning them quite badly. He saw his life flash before his eyes as the flames grew higher. Funny, an Uchiha who would meet his downfall by flames. The flames continued to spread, reaching to catch his shirt on fire completely, burning and singing at his skin. The small cuts that had formed from the other jutsu were cauterized, and the flames continued to spread, because of the wind jutsu. He was burning and his eyes could only look up at the sky in shock. He couldn't believe what he was going through. The pain was almost unbearable. He was wearing his jacket and the net-shirt but that would only keep him from burning up completely for so long

His mind went back to the days of his youth, training with his father.

~FlashBack~

"Come on boy! Put your back into it!" A gruff, but kind old voice yelled out to him. His father was standing at the door to their hut on the outskirts of the town, watching a young academy student Syekren train. The boy was trading blows with another child his age who seemed to be taller and bulkier, clearly having the upper hand.
Come on boy! Use your speed!"
His father knew of Syekren's gift for moving quickly and the boy nodded, moving his body faster than the other child could keep up with. Soon he was running to the back of the boy, jumping and using a spin-kick to the head to knock the other child unconscious. After landing, he looked to his father and smiled wide, non-chalantly scratching the back of his head."How was that dad? Huh? How was it?" The man shook his head quietly, turning to go back inside the house, leaving the young Uchiha out there alone.

He wasn't good enough...Never good enough...

~EndFlashBack~

His eyes bursted open, having become a red hued iris now, with a ring around his pupil near the middle of the iris. One the ring, was a one tomoe, his sharingan had awakened! The young uchiha quickly cut off the chakra flow to his hands, stopping his fire fist jutsu, and rolled around in the sand, muffling out the fires on his body. This took a few minutes, and he stood, observing the damages that were caused by the other male's jutsu. He had first and second degree burns all up both of his arm, and on his chest in a few places. His shirt and jacket were burned and had holes now, making them completely useless. He had a few singed places in his hair and on his shinobi tights, but the most of the damage was kept to his arms and chest area.

With his newly awakened Sharingan, the Uchiha looked around. He was going to find his opponent and then he was going to end their fight. The other boy was nowhere in sight though, why was that? Quickly, the male took off his jacket and shirt, tossing them to the ground. With them, fell his hitai-ate, which had taken damage in the flames and was now a burned piece of metal. Syekren looked on his right bicep and sure enough, there was a branded imprint of sunagakure's symbol permanately upon his arm now. The man sighed, looking at the red splotches and skin damage on his arms and parts of his chest. His six-pack of abdominal muscles showed well in the sunlight, with only slight damage to them as well. This made him happy.

Having no sight of where his opponent was and no idea where he could have gone, the Uchiha quietly grabbed his burned clothing. He winced as the pain began to come to his arms, and began to walk away, back towards the village to find a doctor. His one tomoe sharingan was still activated in case he was attacked again, or anyone got any funny ideas. The male smiled, having felt more accomplished now that he had received his one-tomoe. Next would be to train and advance to the rank of Chuunin. He would continue to train until he was the strongest Uchiha this village would ever know. He smiled as he re-entered the village bounds, moving to the nearest medicine clinic, to be treated for his horrible burns, knowing that he would now and forever bear the mark of the sunagakure no sato upon his arm. And that would be just fine with him.

Training:

DONE

Mizuto~

Mizuto~


D-rank
Seeing the man fly into the air, Mizuto watched as if the world was in slow-motion. The boy was instantly starting to bleed from the tiny cuts, and the flames on his hands became a raging inferno. Thrown back into the air, his clothes caught flame, burning and scalding his skin while the intense heat sealed up his wounds. Seeing his eyes, Mizuto watched in horror as the boy landed hard in a heap, still slightly smoking and with small fires around his skin. Closing his eyes, the boy either died or had been knocked into unconsciousness.

Mizuto stood in silence as he watched the boy cook further, not really understanding what just happened. "Did I...?"/ Falling on his knees, he sat ramrod straight, watching the boy. Flashing through hundreds of different scenarios, he leaned over and began to tear up. Raising himself to his feet, he threw a quick layer of sand over the boy, putting out a few fires. Turning around, he ran back into the village, not caring where he went as long as he was gone.



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