1 Meditating in Fire [Genzai/Training/No Kill] Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:23 pm
Gin
Retired
Gin had probably lost faith in any deity that existed several years ago. Even before she saw herself forced to leave her family and her home, she had been through her fair share of tragedy. Maybe it had been the day when she had first encountered the death of innocents that she had lost any firm grasp on spiritual beliefs. If it hadn't been then, it was probably when her first love had taken the blame for her deeds and had been therefore banished from the village under no just cause. Or maybe it was when she had lost her first child before he was even born. And if it hadn't been then, she had certainly lost all faith the day her husband turned her back on her in favor of a criminal organization and proceeded to slice her arm off. She coiled the fingers of her prosthetic into a loose fist. This particular model was new. Like the other one that she often used, it was completely hidden by her bandages and clothing. Unlike the other arm, however, this one retained a metallic aspect. She hadn't bothered with aesthetics on this one. She saw no point to it. In any case, her nerve endings were mostly adjusted to the new technology. Nevertheless, she still felt an odd tingling sensation whenever she made any sudden movements. It wasn't uncomfortable, nor did it bother her or hinder her ability to fight. It was just that: odd.
The former Kazekage turned her gaze from the palm of her prosthetic arm to the environment around her. It was fairly quiet and solitary, save for the few monks offering their prayers to whichever god it was that they so often praised. Gin had nothing against the practice, as long as they didn’t attempt to force her to believe in such a fantasy. The idea of a god that watched over humans and protected them was nice and calming, but she had realized at a young age that it was too good to be true. Of course, that said, she hadn’t come to the temple to offer her prayers like most of the monks and visitors there. She had made her way through Iwagakure and towards the edges of the village in order to train in a more calm setting. Sure, training in the Blue Rose mansion was nice, but it was far too crowded sometimes and Gin often got tired quickly of the silly excuses for punching bags that were thrown at her. Then again, that training was meant for them, not for her. Having been hired as head of security, it was her responsibility to make sure that the members of the organization stood a chance against any sort of invasion.
The former Kazekage supposed that that was the reason why she now sought isolation. No, it wasn’t that the members of the Blue Rose had annoyed her so much that she could not stomach the presence of another human being (though that did happen on occasion), it was, rather, that she needed to develop a new set of methods that would help these people train. Fuuinjutsu would no doubt come in handy and she had already loosely developed a concept of the seals she would use and apply to make this particular idea come to life. The young mercenary had become very well-versed in the art of fuuinjutsu. Of course, it came nowhere near her swordsmanship abilities, but it was still a useful skill in and out of battle. It helped her carry her great array of weapons effectively, after all.
Before she started training, Shinobu would sit on the ground, isolated from the few monks and visitors that were there. She needed to meditate, concentrate on the flow of her chakra through her body in order to properly grasp the fluctuations in her system. She had always believed that in order to manipulate chakra with the utmost efficiency, she had to know how her own internal system worked. She had therefore incorporated meditation into her daily training routine, which was then followed by purely physical exercises. After that, she worked on her jutsu and other techniques. Of course, he order varied from time to time, seeing as the young woman often grew bored f doing the same exact thing over and over again. She would decide on what to do afterwards once she finished meditating. But there was something that was bothering her. She didn’t know if it was in her head, but she felt as if someone were staring at her. She tried to shake the feeling, closing her eyes and concentrating on her own existence. However, that didn’t work as well as she had hoped. All she could really do was ignore whatever it was until it went away.
[Word Count: Training Cursed Shackles - Path of Training - 800/1500]
The former Kazekage turned her gaze from the palm of her prosthetic arm to the environment around her. It was fairly quiet and solitary, save for the few monks offering their prayers to whichever god it was that they so often praised. Gin had nothing against the practice, as long as they didn’t attempt to force her to believe in such a fantasy. The idea of a god that watched over humans and protected them was nice and calming, but she had realized at a young age that it was too good to be true. Of course, that said, she hadn’t come to the temple to offer her prayers like most of the monks and visitors there. She had made her way through Iwagakure and towards the edges of the village in order to train in a more calm setting. Sure, training in the Blue Rose mansion was nice, but it was far too crowded sometimes and Gin often got tired quickly of the silly excuses for punching bags that were thrown at her. Then again, that training was meant for them, not for her. Having been hired as head of security, it was her responsibility to make sure that the members of the organization stood a chance against any sort of invasion.
The former Kazekage supposed that that was the reason why she now sought isolation. No, it wasn’t that the members of the Blue Rose had annoyed her so much that she could not stomach the presence of another human being (though that did happen on occasion), it was, rather, that she needed to develop a new set of methods that would help these people train. Fuuinjutsu would no doubt come in handy and she had already loosely developed a concept of the seals she would use and apply to make this particular idea come to life. The young mercenary had become very well-versed in the art of fuuinjutsu. Of course, it came nowhere near her swordsmanship abilities, but it was still a useful skill in and out of battle. It helped her carry her great array of weapons effectively, after all.
Before she started training, Shinobu would sit on the ground, isolated from the few monks and visitors that were there. She needed to meditate, concentrate on the flow of her chakra through her body in order to properly grasp the fluctuations in her system. She had always believed that in order to manipulate chakra with the utmost efficiency, she had to know how her own internal system worked. She had therefore incorporated meditation into her daily training routine, which was then followed by purely physical exercises. After that, she worked on her jutsu and other techniques. Of course, he order varied from time to time, seeing as the young woman often grew bored f doing the same exact thing over and over again. She would decide on what to do afterwards once she finished meditating. But there was something that was bothering her. She didn’t know if it was in her head, but she felt as if someone were staring at her. She tried to shake the feeling, closing her eyes and concentrating on her own existence. However, that didn’t work as well as she had hoped. All she could really do was ignore whatever it was until it went away.
[Word Count: Training Cursed Shackles - Path of Training - 800/1500]