1 Motivation (open) Mon Oct 21, 2013 4:34 pm
Akir
D-rank
The wind flew through Akir thin white hair, as he glared into the sky above. The sun began to rest under a blanket of dark cloud. The enchanting light flares of lightning could be seen coming from the heart of the storm. Akir had a love for rain storms, and even more love for training in them. He walked into his apartment, and began to change into his work out attire. Being that he didn't want to get all of his clothes soaked, he only put on his baggy sweats, and worn out shoes. no reason to dirty up good clothes. As he finished, he walked outside to see that the rain had begun, at a light drizzle.
"Time to get started", sighed Akir as he began jogging.
His training location was in the outskirts of Konohagakure no Sato, still within the gates but far enough away from people that he could train in peace. It was about 2 kilometers from his apartment, the perfect distance for a warm up run. Not only did this physically prepare him, but it prepares him mentally as well. He could clear his mind, and it worked even better with the refreshing rain, soaking him as it began to turn from sprinkle to a pour. Within 12 minutes he arrived at his spot. A small little grass field in the middle of a group of trees, with a small pond off to the left. The same pond he learned to walk on water with chakra.
He stood in the center of his training field, and looked into the sky. Took a deep inhale, than exhaled in a sigh. He loved it.
He was soaked to the core, with no shirt or his regular half face mask, he felt extra naked.
He began his workout
500 pushups
1000 crunches
5 minutes of planking
2000 punches into the tree
and another 500 pushups.
During his work out, his mind began to wonder. What was his motivation? Did he want to be just another soldier? Mindlessly following the orders of a council and hokage that he may or may not agree with..
"Its not always a mindless soldier, you can hold you duties as a shinobi and not be classified as so..as long as you have your own motive. Weather it be to protect the people, become hokage, or become the greatest ninja ever..."
This was the rant that Akir so aggressively pounded as he trained.
"My motive...Is to become stronger than I was yesterday..but is that big enough for life? or am I selling myself short..Of course my career goal of a shinobi is to become an ANBU captain..but that's not motive.."
Akir began to lose his motive of training, and found himself sitting in the middle of the field, so deep in thought, he couldn't find the way out.. Even the rain seemed oblivious to him..
"Time to get started", sighed Akir as he began jogging.
His training location was in the outskirts of Konohagakure no Sato, still within the gates but far enough away from people that he could train in peace. It was about 2 kilometers from his apartment, the perfect distance for a warm up run. Not only did this physically prepare him, but it prepares him mentally as well. He could clear his mind, and it worked even better with the refreshing rain, soaking him as it began to turn from sprinkle to a pour. Within 12 minutes he arrived at his spot. A small little grass field in the middle of a group of trees, with a small pond off to the left. The same pond he learned to walk on water with chakra.
He stood in the center of his training field, and looked into the sky. Took a deep inhale, than exhaled in a sigh. He loved it.
He was soaked to the core, with no shirt or his regular half face mask, he felt extra naked.
He began his workout
500 pushups
1000 crunches
5 minutes of planking
2000 punches into the tree
and another 500 pushups.
During his work out, his mind began to wonder. What was his motivation? Did he want to be just another soldier? Mindlessly following the orders of a council and hokage that he may or may not agree with..
"Its not always a mindless soldier, you can hold you duties as a shinobi and not be classified as so..as long as you have your own motive. Weather it be to protect the people, become hokage, or become the greatest ninja ever..."
This was the rant that Akir so aggressively pounded as he trained.
"My motive...Is to become stronger than I was yesterday..but is that big enough for life? or am I selling myself short..Of course my career goal of a shinobi is to become an ANBU captain..but that's not motive.."
Akir began to lose his motive of training, and found himself sitting in the middle of the field, so deep in thought, he couldn't find the way out.. Even the rain seemed oblivious to him..