1 Training With New Motivation [Private/No Killing] Tue Nov 12, 2013 6:31 am
Dameon
D-rank
Morning mist in Kiri always seemed to be the densest, it blinded and loomed hauntingly all around you, making you question your senses. Every morning He would wake to its presence, even in his home duo to its exposure to the elements. It was too early, even for the birds as the sun had not yet woke up, four thirty to be exact. He walked through the village, its emptiness at that time giving the appearance of a ghost town. His footsteps echoed on the stone floor as he walked the street all the way to the training grounds. A couple ambitious shinobi such as himself were already awake and stretching as well as he walked past them. They would ignore him as always, not even questioning where he trained at.
He had a special place along the river, roughly a fifteen minute walk north of the training grounds that always seemed too busy for him. There was a stone, pointed like a sharks tooth or an arrow head; from there he would take a right into the dense forest. The forest was so thick you could only dodge trees and see nothing ahead of you, especially with the fog. His training ground was roughly a hundred meters through it and into a large clearing that seemed like it was a completely different country unto its own.
The grass was a rich green where the moisture from the morning left beads of water glistening along the rising sun. The river was calm as well; the river was crystal clear and flowing quickly from the small waterfall that was roughly as tall as a man. The river in the clearing started there and flowed the rest of the way under a small wooden bridge that Dameon had created to cross it, it was nothing more than a large plank of wood though. After all, the river was only about ten meters wide and there was plenty of forest around him to use for projects involving wood.
Dameon still has a large smile across his face as he recalled the night before. Having met Reina seemed to brighten his mood and gave him yet another reason to get stronger. It was a passionate urge to protect her, and as his only friend he felt compelled to do so. She also mentioned that she would want to train with him. He knew though that her hours of training were different than his own so he didn’t know when to expect or if she could even train today, but he hoped it would happen sooner than later.
Dameon took his usual place in the center of the clearing and began to stretch and loosen up for the typically rough training he always put himself through. Stretching was usually the most important part of training, if you didn’t stretch you could pull something and get injured and you wouldn’t be able to continue on. He was dressed in his usual attire; his coat wrapped around him but not strapped revealing his chest. He wished had had more to train with, he had a couple of logs dug into the ground into the ground for punching and throwing weaponry at it, but he lacked even a single kunai or shuriken. He was collecting and saving his money for something better though, an actual Katana.
At the moment he only carried a wooden training katana called a bokken. It was used to train people in the art of using a katana, but it was also used in training aikido. Dameon knew Aikido well self-training himself in it from books he collected when he was younger. Not only was it used for sword fighting, but it was also used without swords as a form of hand to hand to hand fighting that used your opponent’s momentum against them. He grabbed his bokken from a small chest he kept there hidden amount the trees and took his form again in the middle of the clearing.
He practiced his movements artistically, smoothly moving with every step he took and every action he made with the bokken. Not in an attempt to harm or kill but to practice and master muscle movements with it. Martial artists and taijutsu users would do the same movement’s hours a day as to keep themselves fresh and their reflexes at perfection. Should a move or action be required their muscles would react faster than their mind could ever hope to achieve. He breathed freely, calmly, as he finished his movements and moving the bokken back to his side as if holstering it. Than he began to repeat the same performance he had just practiced.
His training wasn’t anything super advanced or uncommon. He always started things slowly as to give the body time to wake up and then he would go into the back breaking training he continuously put out day by day. To Dameon everything in life was training. Learning could be seen as a form of training as you enhancing something you didn’t know before. His life revolved around improving and become an absolute perfectionist in everything he did and would do. His thoughts were clear as could be, mind focused only at the task at hand and getting the most he could out of his training.
As he holstered his bokken again he turned to the wooden dummy that was behind him. It was dug into the ground and even had smaller logs coming out of the sides to mimic arms. He breathed in again slowly, and as he exhaled he yelled releasing his own personal energy behind the attack as his bokken whipped out and struck the log at the top where the head would supposedly be. It didn’t stop there he did the exact same performance he had just done without contact onto the wooden dummy but this time instead of lasing an entire minute he finished it within three seconds. He holstered the bokken again. A grin on His face as he prepared to do it yet a second time.
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Bukijutsu Training
C-B
1,011/2,000
He had a special place along the river, roughly a fifteen minute walk north of the training grounds that always seemed too busy for him. There was a stone, pointed like a sharks tooth or an arrow head; from there he would take a right into the dense forest. The forest was so thick you could only dodge trees and see nothing ahead of you, especially with the fog. His training ground was roughly a hundred meters through it and into a large clearing that seemed like it was a completely different country unto its own.
The grass was a rich green where the moisture from the morning left beads of water glistening along the rising sun. The river was calm as well; the river was crystal clear and flowing quickly from the small waterfall that was roughly as tall as a man. The river in the clearing started there and flowed the rest of the way under a small wooden bridge that Dameon had created to cross it, it was nothing more than a large plank of wood though. After all, the river was only about ten meters wide and there was plenty of forest around him to use for projects involving wood.
Dameon still has a large smile across his face as he recalled the night before. Having met Reina seemed to brighten his mood and gave him yet another reason to get stronger. It was a passionate urge to protect her, and as his only friend he felt compelled to do so. She also mentioned that she would want to train with him. He knew though that her hours of training were different than his own so he didn’t know when to expect or if she could even train today, but he hoped it would happen sooner than later.
Dameon took his usual place in the center of the clearing and began to stretch and loosen up for the typically rough training he always put himself through. Stretching was usually the most important part of training, if you didn’t stretch you could pull something and get injured and you wouldn’t be able to continue on. He was dressed in his usual attire; his coat wrapped around him but not strapped revealing his chest. He wished had had more to train with, he had a couple of logs dug into the ground into the ground for punching and throwing weaponry at it, but he lacked even a single kunai or shuriken. He was collecting and saving his money for something better though, an actual Katana.
At the moment he only carried a wooden training katana called a bokken. It was used to train people in the art of using a katana, but it was also used in training aikido. Dameon knew Aikido well self-training himself in it from books he collected when he was younger. Not only was it used for sword fighting, but it was also used without swords as a form of hand to hand to hand fighting that used your opponent’s momentum against them. He grabbed his bokken from a small chest he kept there hidden amount the trees and took his form again in the middle of the clearing.
He practiced his movements artistically, smoothly moving with every step he took and every action he made with the bokken. Not in an attempt to harm or kill but to practice and master muscle movements with it. Martial artists and taijutsu users would do the same movement’s hours a day as to keep themselves fresh and their reflexes at perfection. Should a move or action be required their muscles would react faster than their mind could ever hope to achieve. He breathed freely, calmly, as he finished his movements and moving the bokken back to his side as if holstering it. Than he began to repeat the same performance he had just practiced.
His training wasn’t anything super advanced or uncommon. He always started things slowly as to give the body time to wake up and then he would go into the back breaking training he continuously put out day by day. To Dameon everything in life was training. Learning could be seen as a form of training as you enhancing something you didn’t know before. His life revolved around improving and become an absolute perfectionist in everything he did and would do. His thoughts were clear as could be, mind focused only at the task at hand and getting the most he could out of his training.
As he holstered his bokken again he turned to the wooden dummy that was behind him. It was dug into the ground and even had smaller logs coming out of the sides to mimic arms. He breathed in again slowly, and as he exhaled he yelled releasing his own personal energy behind the attack as his bokken whipped out and struck the log at the top where the head would supposedly be. It didn’t stop there he did the exact same performance he had just done without contact onto the wooden dummy but this time instead of lasing an entire minute he finished it within three seconds. He holstered the bokken again. A grin on His face as he prepared to do it yet a second time.
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Bukijutsu Training
C-B
1,011/2,000
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