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Uchiha Sasuto emerged through the crisp green shiers nearby, of emerald dazzling hue. The ground covered in verdant, and an opening in the center of the Training Ground revealing the flaxen dirt beneath the colossal streaks of grass cutting against the adolescent's toned ankles. With little effort, he pushed on through and brought himself to the center of the area. The mainly noticeable features about the Uchiha's physique is that he's thin, with a toned lean muscled body.
His hair is inky black, with one bang on each side of his face of spiky texture, going down to his chin. His hair is slanted and quite matted down, pointing to the back in the opposite direction, with short strands. His pigment is tanned, and he has diminished cerulean jewel like irises. Wearing a high collared black shirt with long sleeves going down to the bottom of his wrists, and a white pair of khaki like shorts with black sandals, Sasuto's apparel is fit for training and casual things.
Exhaling slightly and taking in the crisp inconceivable breeze within his reach, Sasuto brandished hold of a generic kunai knife, and he bounded off the earth, directing his point of view to perceive the focal point of the copse training log of 4 feet tall, two inches beyond his height. He allowed the kunai within his right hand's grasp careen downwards at a whipping zoom, ripping through the air and pinpoint lacerating such fine wood. Sasuto tilted in midair, allowing himself to view the world from an upside down view.
He brought forth five shurikens and hurled those as well with substantial proficient precision. The shurikens all perforated the log, other than one. He tilted back to normal vision and landed on the earth in a crouched position, allowing sooty detritus to descend upon his barely worn down black sandals. "Not done yet..."Sasuto murmured with effort to his step, and ran forth once more.
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His hair is inky black, with one bang on each side of his face of spiky texture, going down to his chin. His hair is slanted and quite matted down, pointing to the back in the opposite direction, with short strands. His pigment is tanned, and he has diminished cerulean jewel like irises. Wearing a high collared black shirt with long sleeves going down to the bottom of his wrists, and a white pair of khaki like shorts with black sandals, Sasuto's apparel is fit for training and casual things.
Exhaling slightly and taking in the crisp inconceivable breeze within his reach, Sasuto brandished hold of a generic kunai knife, and he bounded off the earth, directing his point of view to perceive the focal point of the copse training log of 4 feet tall, two inches beyond his height. He allowed the kunai within his right hand's grasp careen downwards at a whipping zoom, ripping through the air and pinpoint lacerating such fine wood. Sasuto tilted in midair, allowing himself to view the world from an upside down view.
He brought forth five shurikens and hurled those as well with substantial proficient precision. The shurikens all perforated the log, other than one. He tilted back to normal vision and landed on the earth in a crouched position, allowing sooty detritus to descend upon his barely worn down black sandals. "Not done yet..."Sasuto murmured with effort to his step, and ran forth once more.
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His determination brought him further into the midst of his rough training routines as he ricocheted off tree branches by jumping back and forth between the stupendous woodlands around him. Exploding tags and target markers were dangling off the trees, and the second that Sasuto leaped down upon one of the exploding tag marked trees and leaped off, a detonation blew the tree downwards. Sasuto cartwheeled to the side twice, and while upside down he flicked a fuuma shuriken from his grasp, allowing it to wedge into a tree rigged with five exploding tags, blowing it to near nothingness. His agility and his surprising grasp of reflexes were surprising indeed. His didn't let himself stop, because every time he'd stop it was more time wasted. He didn't have time to waste, he had to train til he became strong enough, strong as in the power which his family had. His family was one of the most famous in the Uchiha Clan, praised everywhere, and he wanted to be praised too. People already considered him a genius, a prodigy in the Ninja Academy. But he needed to keep that fame when he graduated. He was sure that he'd graduate, so sure that he began to rapidly whisk his two hands around.
His fingers structured to form a multitude of handseals, and he sprinted forth at the same time with expeditious momentum, the same speed in which a median athlete would have the consistency have. He leaped up upon a tree and two illusion like clones materialized. As he back flipped off the abundant hazel branch, three Genin burst in laughter towards him. 'Rookie genin...fresh from the Academy...bastards.'Sasuto breathed from his mouth. He adjusted his vision to discern the three Genin, they were contemporary. "I guess the Uchiha kid is here taking up our space!"One genin said, he looked like a punk ass. His hair was dirty blonde, with a brown beanie hat covering the top of his cranium, pale skin and green eyes. He wore a green coat, white shirt, and a pair of black pants. His sandals were also deep cobalt, like the most of the Leaf shinobi. The other two were concealed in basically black cloaks. "We'll teach you a lesson! BITCH!"The two others said, and they ran forth, slower than the Academy Student before them. He shook his head, allowing his bangs to rock back and forth, as he hurtled forth. Breaking off into a jump, he spun around and roundhouse kicked one of them, as he then vaulted off the boy as he was falling, and clenched his hands against the other boy's extended leg. With a dash forth, he elbowed the boy in the gut, letting go of his leg at the same time to let him slam into the earth.
"DAMN YOU!"The beanie wearing asshole who was left jerked a kunai into his grasp, and hastened his pace, attempting to impale the Uchiha youth with the deadly weapon. Sasuto sprung out of the way with a duck downwards, and then drove his foot into the boy's ankle. The boy fell immediately, collapsing to the earth. "Don't take me for granted for my rank...scum."Sasuto muttered.
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His fingers structured to form a multitude of handseals, and he sprinted forth at the same time with expeditious momentum, the same speed in which a median athlete would have the consistency have. He leaped up upon a tree and two illusion like clones materialized. As he back flipped off the abundant hazel branch, three Genin burst in laughter towards him. 'Rookie genin...fresh from the Academy...bastards.'Sasuto breathed from his mouth. He adjusted his vision to discern the three Genin, they were contemporary. "I guess the Uchiha kid is here taking up our space!"One genin said, he looked like a punk ass. His hair was dirty blonde, with a brown beanie hat covering the top of his cranium, pale skin and green eyes. He wore a green coat, white shirt, and a pair of black pants. His sandals were also deep cobalt, like the most of the Leaf shinobi. The other two were concealed in basically black cloaks. "We'll teach you a lesson! BITCH!"The two others said, and they ran forth, slower than the Academy Student before them. He shook his head, allowing his bangs to rock back and forth, as he hurtled forth. Breaking off into a jump, he spun around and roundhouse kicked one of them, as he then vaulted off the boy as he was falling, and clenched his hands against the other boy's extended leg. With a dash forth, he elbowed the boy in the gut, letting go of his leg at the same time to let him slam into the earth.
"DAMN YOU!"The beanie wearing asshole who was left jerked a kunai into his grasp, and hastened his pace, attempting to impale the Uchiha youth with the deadly weapon. Sasuto sprung out of the way with a duck downwards, and then drove his foot into the boy's ankle. The boy fell immediately, collapsing to the earth. "Don't take me for granted for my rank...scum."Sasuto muttered.
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Sasuto retreived Ryo from the three Genin still unconscious on the floor of the Training Grounds, a substantial amount of it. He was releived that he may be capable of buying more ninja tools, but for now he didn't plan on such. With a bounding from the verdant, and a somersault throughout the breeze, Sasuto landed propped upon a thin tree branch covered in leaves. He dashed onwards, his vision steering clear for anything mysterious, meticulating and discerning the entire forest as he swooped by from branch to branch at great pacing.
Finally, he landed into the other part of the training ground with a descension from the last tree. He was capable of performing C-Rank techniques but it over-exerted his chakra, so he didn't do it much. Eitherway, with little effort, he allowed the incorporeal cerulean exuberance known as chakra flow throughout his physique, passing through the veins faster than blood. Soon, his chakra was evenly distributed throughout every aspect of his body, and then he whisked his hands together as his palms were clasped, allowing the Horse and Tiger handseals to be structured by the adept rate in which his fingers inaugurated themselves to meet the adolescent's need.
The Uchiha boy kneaded a large proportion of chakra, allowing it to travel upwards and burst from his maw, a sphere of swirling conflagration which stay stationary, unlike Nakai and his Mother's Great Fireball Techniques, where the stream of chakra providing such a massive fireball extended outwards and gave the fireball the ability to move and make distance. That technique would indeed be difficult for him, but Sasuto didn't want to give up right away. The chakra dispersed, and he huffed in exhaustion, already.
"I wanna become like them..."Sasuto murmured, and rested, tapping into his chakra reserves and then trying again. This time, he leaped off the edge of the bridge he was on, above the river seperating the two training grounds, with woodlands around too. While in midair, his fingers flicked together and formed a multitude of handseals, as he allowed chakra to come from his mouth once again, this time four spheres of burning, detonating attribute the size of baseballs spilled from his mouth, concentrated on one area within the river. They combusted within the river, and Sasuto fell down soon afterwards.
He didn't know the Water Walking technique yet, so he submerged, and with strong effort he emerged from the surface below the water, spitting out a small stream of water. Sasuto wanted to improve upon his Fire Style and learn of what his second element was. Unlike the rest of the Ninja Academy, what he did for training was vastly different. He didn't use those combat useless techniques for training, he used the deadliest techniques he knew, and the deadliest tools he had within his arsenal to complete his training regimen.
And so the Uchiha youth continued onwards with his training. He noticed that an abundant source of Genin was around now, but he didn't care, because they didn't bother him like those other crack-pipes, he considered them. Sasuto decided to stop training in terms of Ninjutsu, and he began training in Taijutsu like manor. With a whip of his right foot, his ankle slammed into the training log, causing little pain, but that didn't stop him. Sasuto backed up to avoid breaking a bone on such a simple tool for training, and he began to alternate between left handed and right handed punches directed towards the log of copse as fast as he could.
Sasuto also involved a curved kick from time to time, with the base of the surface beneath his upper foot smashing upon the training log. Sasuto cartwheeled, sidekicking the training log and leaping into the air with a daft backflip, whipping three kunai knives down at the copse with proficiency in his precision. With another flip throughout the air he landed downwards in a crouched position and bursted forth in an expeditious momentum. His right arm pulled backwards as he coiled his fingers up against his upper palm, clenching his hand into a fist and bringing forth his right arm. He thrashed his fist into the wood, causing intense pain in his fist, but leaving a basin within the log.
"Oww...."Sasuto chuckled, stretching his fingers a bit to try adjusting to the pain. 'Hope I didn't break a knuckle....'Sasuto thought to himself, optimistic of it. Even so, his training was paying off. Now one of the last things he had to do was incline his chakra level, reserves and control. For increasing his chakra level, Sasuto sat down and folded his legs together, clasping his hands together as well as he shut his eyes rapidly. Then, he began to distribute the chakra throughout his body quickly.
Afterwards, he began to fluxuate the chakra from the pores of his figure, but the chakra still wasn't strong enough to be visual. He didn't care about that, and so he went onwards with his ambitions. His chakra flowed outwards as he felt it stretching, to reach more of a mass. The fatigue being gained from this intensified with every coming second, but Sasuto didn't let such a thing stop him. After an hour or so, he finally stopped, and began to focus on chakra control. The first and foremost thing was attempting to decrease the density of his physique by expelling chakra to his feet, in order to surface the water of the training grounds.
After that, the struggle was to keep the chakra at a consistent level that wouldn't cause the adolescent to sub-surface and what not. Sasuto stripped himself of his white shorts and black long sleeve, only leaving his black pair of shorts and a pair of black sandals. He rushed across the water as he structured the Tiger handseal and kept it up, still running across, and feeling the water dangle at his heel. He decreased the amount of chakra being focused and continued to run across the water successfully.
The second he reached the other end and fell upon the ground he immediately collapsed within exhaustion on his face, still proud of his hardwork. With little difficulty he continued to dash across the river back and forth with determination, his understanding of chakra becoming better as he went back and forth with a smile on his face. Genin cheered towards him for his prowess, and he leaped from the water, somersaulted in midair and landed on the earth below, for once not being so evading of friendship.
So, Sasuto went back to his normal training spot, with a bare amount of people who discerned his hardwork. They often offered him treats and what not for his labor, his labor to become stronger. He wanted to use this power he was gaining in order to defend the people he cared so much about. With a noticing of his surrounds, Sasuto leaped to prop himself upon one of the copses below to impassively meticulously scrutinize the area about, flourishing two kunai knives by the precinct beyond the handle.
He flicked the kunai knives with exactness, allowing them to lacerate the broad woodland nearby, leaving a prompting mark upon the tree. His exhaustion was indeed noticeable upon his frame, as he didn't feel like doing this much more. Finally, evening began to come, and the squawking of the birds nearby came to end and the region before him became fluorescent reddish violet hue. With sleepiness in his eyes, Sasuto left the area.[exit]
[2155 words from all these roleplays, rounding it would equal 11 stats in all, and 22 jutsu points, this was for training my clan/first element, Fire. Also, 2.5k Ryo from mugging the Genin at the top of this roleplay.]
Finally, he landed into the other part of the training ground with a descension from the last tree. He was capable of performing C-Rank techniques but it over-exerted his chakra, so he didn't do it much. Eitherway, with little effort, he allowed the incorporeal cerulean exuberance known as chakra flow throughout his physique, passing through the veins faster than blood. Soon, his chakra was evenly distributed throughout every aspect of his body, and then he whisked his hands together as his palms were clasped, allowing the Horse and Tiger handseals to be structured by the adept rate in which his fingers inaugurated themselves to meet the adolescent's need.
The Uchiha boy kneaded a large proportion of chakra, allowing it to travel upwards and burst from his maw, a sphere of swirling conflagration which stay stationary, unlike Nakai and his Mother's Great Fireball Techniques, where the stream of chakra providing such a massive fireball extended outwards and gave the fireball the ability to move and make distance. That technique would indeed be difficult for him, but Sasuto didn't want to give up right away. The chakra dispersed, and he huffed in exhaustion, already.
"I wanna become like them..."Sasuto murmured, and rested, tapping into his chakra reserves and then trying again. This time, he leaped off the edge of the bridge he was on, above the river seperating the two training grounds, with woodlands around too. While in midair, his fingers flicked together and formed a multitude of handseals, as he allowed chakra to come from his mouth once again, this time four spheres of burning, detonating attribute the size of baseballs spilled from his mouth, concentrated on one area within the river. They combusted within the river, and Sasuto fell down soon afterwards.
He didn't know the Water Walking technique yet, so he submerged, and with strong effort he emerged from the surface below the water, spitting out a small stream of water. Sasuto wanted to improve upon his Fire Style and learn of what his second element was. Unlike the rest of the Ninja Academy, what he did for training was vastly different. He didn't use those combat useless techniques for training, he used the deadliest techniques he knew, and the deadliest tools he had within his arsenal to complete his training regimen.
And so the Uchiha youth continued onwards with his training. He noticed that an abundant source of Genin was around now, but he didn't care, because they didn't bother him like those other crack-pipes, he considered them. Sasuto decided to stop training in terms of Ninjutsu, and he began training in Taijutsu like manor. With a whip of his right foot, his ankle slammed into the training log, causing little pain, but that didn't stop him. Sasuto backed up to avoid breaking a bone on such a simple tool for training, and he began to alternate between left handed and right handed punches directed towards the log of copse as fast as he could.
Sasuto also involved a curved kick from time to time, with the base of the surface beneath his upper foot smashing upon the training log. Sasuto cartwheeled, sidekicking the training log and leaping into the air with a daft backflip, whipping three kunai knives down at the copse with proficiency in his precision. With another flip throughout the air he landed downwards in a crouched position and bursted forth in an expeditious momentum. His right arm pulled backwards as he coiled his fingers up against his upper palm, clenching his hand into a fist and bringing forth his right arm. He thrashed his fist into the wood, causing intense pain in his fist, but leaving a basin within the log.
"Oww...."Sasuto chuckled, stretching his fingers a bit to try adjusting to the pain. 'Hope I didn't break a knuckle....'Sasuto thought to himself, optimistic of it. Even so, his training was paying off. Now one of the last things he had to do was incline his chakra level, reserves and control. For increasing his chakra level, Sasuto sat down and folded his legs together, clasping his hands together as well as he shut his eyes rapidly. Then, he began to distribute the chakra throughout his body quickly.
Afterwards, he began to fluxuate the chakra from the pores of his figure, but the chakra still wasn't strong enough to be visual. He didn't care about that, and so he went onwards with his ambitions. His chakra flowed outwards as he felt it stretching, to reach more of a mass. The fatigue being gained from this intensified with every coming second, but Sasuto didn't let such a thing stop him. After an hour or so, he finally stopped, and began to focus on chakra control. The first and foremost thing was attempting to decrease the density of his physique by expelling chakra to his feet, in order to surface the water of the training grounds.
After that, the struggle was to keep the chakra at a consistent level that wouldn't cause the adolescent to sub-surface and what not. Sasuto stripped himself of his white shorts and black long sleeve, only leaving his black pair of shorts and a pair of black sandals. He rushed across the water as he structured the Tiger handseal and kept it up, still running across, and feeling the water dangle at his heel. He decreased the amount of chakra being focused and continued to run across the water successfully.
The second he reached the other end and fell upon the ground he immediately collapsed within exhaustion on his face, still proud of his hardwork. With little difficulty he continued to dash across the river back and forth with determination, his understanding of chakra becoming better as he went back and forth with a smile on his face. Genin cheered towards him for his prowess, and he leaped from the water, somersaulted in midair and landed on the earth below, for once not being so evading of friendship.
So, Sasuto went back to his normal training spot, with a bare amount of people who discerned his hardwork. They often offered him treats and what not for his labor, his labor to become stronger. He wanted to use this power he was gaining in order to defend the people he cared so much about. With a noticing of his surrounds, Sasuto leaped to prop himself upon one of the copses below to impassively meticulously scrutinize the area about, flourishing two kunai knives by the precinct beyond the handle.
He flicked the kunai knives with exactness, allowing them to lacerate the broad woodland nearby, leaving a prompting mark upon the tree. His exhaustion was indeed noticeable upon his frame, as he didn't feel like doing this much more. Finally, evening began to come, and the squawking of the birds nearby came to end and the region before him became fluorescent reddish violet hue. With sleepiness in his eyes, Sasuto left the area.[exit]
[2155 words from all these roleplays, rounding it would equal 11 stats in all, and 22 jutsu points, this was for training my clan/first element, Fire. Also, 2.5k Ryo from mugging the Genin at the top of this roleplay.]
Shitai OrochiVagabond (B-Rank)
- Stat Page : Shitai
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 22000
Alright you only receive 10 Stats and 21 JP because you do not round the numbers up. Also you cannot just mug NPC genin they must be RPC characters so you do not get the ryo..Btw as a friendl reminder you don't have to train your first element because you start off with it AND uchiha don't have fire as a clan element here ^^ have fun
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[enter]Today was a simple day for the Uchiha as he traced back his steps proficiently upon the training grounds he found himself confined within the day before. His eyes discerned with keen senses, meticulously gazing towards his brother, whom stood near the focal point of the crisp sun glinted precinct. His brother wasn't doing anything, really. He was about to ask his brother something, when the cloaked man vanished, like a flock of crows. Ambling himself forth, Sasuto met the dirty asphalt that covered the ground below the copse tall logs within the center of the area. "What to do today?"Sasuto murmured with interest to his questioning, it was boring to solo-train, and although people figured he was famous, they liked to train within groups of weak people. Sasuto leaned downwards, crouching and then bounding off the ground backwards, somersaulting throughout the air to tilt upside down and whisk his hands together in a flash, allowing them to clasp together at the end after forming the necessary handseals needed for the upcoming technique.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
Sasuto bellowed, allowing the roaring sphere of conflagration to burst from his mouth, originally a thin stream, but progressing into the size of a colossal beach ball, but much more destructive. The stream expanded outwards, due to his chakra control, as the sphere compacted against the woodlands and detonated into flames. Sasuto rotated from seeing the world in an opposite vision, and landed upon the earth in a crouched position, skidding across the ground with one of his hands upon the debris. He brought forth his left hand, hurtling a kunai knife into his grasp, and careening it to his other and then brandishing it very tightly. He bounded off the ground, lacerating the training log nearby and cartwheeling twice, flinging three shurikens from his grasp and then whipping a fuuma shuriken with keen marksmanship.
"Hey you!"Some bastard Genin with a wool hat shouted, limping into the area.
"Not again..."Sasuto muttered, turning and looking towards the Genin, the same boy who challenged him and got taken down effortlessly. He had bandages all across his face, but his physique was full of stalwart indignation directed towards the adolescent who was originally minding his own business. "I'm gonna fight you again! This time you aren't going to take me down so easily, either!"The boy shouted within a roar in his voice, it was clear that by his short sentiment which hinted pain meant that he really didn't want to fight. The boy weaved handseals, and a massive amount of illusions gathered to surround Sasuto. Each and every illusion was a mirror image of the actual boy, but the actual one was somewhere inside, planning his attack.
Through a small crevice between the gathering of clones, a tag attached to the end of a kunai shot forth at an obscuring rate of momentum. Sasuto cartwheeled three times, suddenly being punching in the jaw, staggering somewhat from the head-on attack. He attempted to roundhouse kick a couple of the illusions, but the boy had already retreated, hiding within the safety of his clones. "Exploding Tag Formation!"A faraway voice shouted, and the exploding kunai that Sasuto originally evaded detonated behind the boy, sending him flying forward and tumbling across the ground, his head driving into the soft dirt. He stood up, wiped his face, and clenched his teeth.
"You're done!"Sasuto yelled within irritation, allowing his hands to rapidly flash together and then clasp his palms together, as four blasts came forth, fireballs. The nearly unstoppable spheres exploded across the training ground which'd just became a battle arena for the two, as the real Genin was struck, and the clones dispersed. Sasuto rushed forth before the boy could run, driving his right fist into the boy's jaw by then. Following up with that attack, he backhanded the shit out of the boy, whipping him around twice, then elbowing him in the gut with dexterity. Before the Genin could drop to the ground, or even let out a sound, Sasuto leaped into the air, spinning around and extending his right leg outwards, roundhouse kicking the kid in the rib cage and sending him corkscrewing into a tree.
His lackeys gathered around him, but they weren't even bothering to stare at Sasuto or challenge him, they hefted the beat down boy on their shoulders and ran off at a brisk pace. With a wiping of the sweat on his forehead, Sasuto went on with training. He sat down and began to meditate in an ancient fashion, emerging himself within the reverie materialized by the incorporeal dark cerulean exuberance within his mental physique known as chakra. Sasuto imagined he was fighting himself, the exact same as him, but the only difference was that one of them had light in their eyes, an undying light that would always emerge through the darkness, no matter how much it was suffocated within such a matter, that light being within the true Sasuto's being. The fake Sasuto, the mirror image full of detestation and hatred defined by eyes of no particular pattern or identification to their cardinal inheritance.
Bewildered by this sudden dream like situation, Sasuto ignored such odd differences, and sprinted forth, allowing his foot to elevate upwards, only to be caught and take a punch to the face afterwards. Her skid across the pure inky black floor around him, and bounded off the ground and towards the mirror image, which stood there with arrogance. A flick of it's wrist and a kunai escaped it's palm, stitching Sasuto's arm and stunning his aerial movement. The mirror image leaped upright, uppercutting Sasuto back upon the floor and then crushing his chest with it's firm footing. "A-Argh...."Sasuto murmured, and another kunai careened forth, but this time he wasn't so lucky, it was headed for his cranium, splatter, and he woke up from his nightmare he'd underwent during his meditation.
"Weird.."Sasuto sighed in relief that he was alive. He afterwards, departed.[exit]
[1001 words, 10 jutsu points and 5 stat points.]
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
Sasuto bellowed, allowing the roaring sphere of conflagration to burst from his mouth, originally a thin stream, but progressing into the size of a colossal beach ball, but much more destructive. The stream expanded outwards, due to his chakra control, as the sphere compacted against the woodlands and detonated into flames. Sasuto rotated from seeing the world in an opposite vision, and landed upon the earth in a crouched position, skidding across the ground with one of his hands upon the debris. He brought forth his left hand, hurtling a kunai knife into his grasp, and careening it to his other and then brandishing it very tightly. He bounded off the ground, lacerating the training log nearby and cartwheeling twice, flinging three shurikens from his grasp and then whipping a fuuma shuriken with keen marksmanship.
"Hey you!"Some bastard Genin with a wool hat shouted, limping into the area.
"Not again..."Sasuto muttered, turning and looking towards the Genin, the same boy who challenged him and got taken down effortlessly. He had bandages all across his face, but his physique was full of stalwart indignation directed towards the adolescent who was originally minding his own business. "I'm gonna fight you again! This time you aren't going to take me down so easily, either!"The boy shouted within a roar in his voice, it was clear that by his short sentiment which hinted pain meant that he really didn't want to fight. The boy weaved handseals, and a massive amount of illusions gathered to surround Sasuto. Each and every illusion was a mirror image of the actual boy, but the actual one was somewhere inside, planning his attack.
Through a small crevice between the gathering of clones, a tag attached to the end of a kunai shot forth at an obscuring rate of momentum. Sasuto cartwheeled three times, suddenly being punching in the jaw, staggering somewhat from the head-on attack. He attempted to roundhouse kick a couple of the illusions, but the boy had already retreated, hiding within the safety of his clones. "Exploding Tag Formation!"A faraway voice shouted, and the exploding kunai that Sasuto originally evaded detonated behind the boy, sending him flying forward and tumbling across the ground, his head driving into the soft dirt. He stood up, wiped his face, and clenched his teeth.
"You're done!"Sasuto yelled within irritation, allowing his hands to rapidly flash together and then clasp his palms together, as four blasts came forth, fireballs. The nearly unstoppable spheres exploded across the training ground which'd just became a battle arena for the two, as the real Genin was struck, and the clones dispersed. Sasuto rushed forth before the boy could run, driving his right fist into the boy's jaw by then. Following up with that attack, he backhanded the shit out of the boy, whipping him around twice, then elbowing him in the gut with dexterity. Before the Genin could drop to the ground, or even let out a sound, Sasuto leaped into the air, spinning around and extending his right leg outwards, roundhouse kicking the kid in the rib cage and sending him corkscrewing into a tree.
His lackeys gathered around him, but they weren't even bothering to stare at Sasuto or challenge him, they hefted the beat down boy on their shoulders and ran off at a brisk pace. With a wiping of the sweat on his forehead, Sasuto went on with training. He sat down and began to meditate in an ancient fashion, emerging himself within the reverie materialized by the incorporeal dark cerulean exuberance within his mental physique known as chakra. Sasuto imagined he was fighting himself, the exact same as him, but the only difference was that one of them had light in their eyes, an undying light that would always emerge through the darkness, no matter how much it was suffocated within such a matter, that light being within the true Sasuto's being. The fake Sasuto, the mirror image full of detestation and hatred defined by eyes of no particular pattern or identification to their cardinal inheritance.
Bewildered by this sudden dream like situation, Sasuto ignored such odd differences, and sprinted forth, allowing his foot to elevate upwards, only to be caught and take a punch to the face afterwards. Her skid across the pure inky black floor around him, and bounded off the ground and towards the mirror image, which stood there with arrogance. A flick of it's wrist and a kunai escaped it's palm, stitching Sasuto's arm and stunning his aerial movement. The mirror image leaped upright, uppercutting Sasuto back upon the floor and then crushing his chest with it's firm footing. "A-Argh...."Sasuto murmured, and another kunai careened forth, but this time he wasn't so lucky, it was headed for his cranium, splatter, and he woke up from his nightmare he'd underwent during his meditation.
"Weird.."Sasuto sighed in relief that he was alive. He afterwards, departed.[exit]
[1001 words, 10 jutsu points and 5 stat points.]
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- Ryo : 20089
[Was a training session performed before my debut in New Recruits]
Sasuto sat near the edge of the crisp azure water of the training grounds, his eyes shut with his hands clasped together and his legs folded diligently. WIth cunning focus, Sasuto tranced off into the spiritual world. The effervescence of cerulean hue known as chakra started at the focal point of his incorporeal physique, and then spread outwards to cover his inner self's entirety. He fluxed the chakra throughout his body, allowing small portions of it to travel to other precincts of his body, and thus incline the chakra in a certain place. This chakra control was un-average for an Academy Student, but all of Sasuto's training paid off. His hard work gave him the possession of something that other students didn't have, and that was strength. Sasuto came to the vision of the pores throughout his body, highly up close. From there, he split the chakra into very small portions with meticulous precision, and allowed them to flow through his pores and then once more combine to create a deep turquiose tenor of pure chakra.
Surely he was imagining this, but he continued onwards to reverie again. With a back flip performed throughout the void world, nothing but blackness on the floor, the sky and the background, Sasuto had nothing to interfere. Such levels of chakra control he showed were only for those that were proficient, but he was beginning to elevate to such a level, which was astounding for his age. He clapped his palms together and structured his fingers and hands at a brisk pace in order to inaugurate the hand seals required for the said technique he was about to control. With a small portion of chakra from each part of his body expended, these pieces of chakra all traveled upwards throughout his throat.
"Great Fireball Technique!"
At that point, the chakra emerged from his maw in the form of a small stream, which progressed into a colossal form, a conflagrating sphere. The stream extended outwards, becoming horizontally inclined with each passing second, as the Fireball bursted forth. It was taking more chakra to keep this up, but it lasted for a short while before Sasuto exhausted himself. His fatigue was very high after performing techniques, to the point where he needed to rest. He retreated to meditation once more, discerning his soul's chakra. The chakra, unlike before, was now like a baseball with blue fire engulfing it in terms of shape, and it floated close, in the "midair" of the void world which Sasuto reverie'd as the world where everything was viewed by the entity of chakra. Sasuto honestly wanted to learn more about chakra, but how? He figured day dreaming wouldn't do much, but he ketp on doing it anyways. After awaking from his meditation, which was more like a nap, he got up and started training himself in Taijutsu.
Targetting the five training logs in the focal point of the area, Sasuto hurtled forth, his feet moving slightly quick, with the rest of his body as he bounded off the ground and sidekicked one of the training logs. Balancing chakra to fit his needs, the chakra stopped gravity from taking affect, in which his foot remained planted upon the copse of the log. From that point, he swiftly curved his feet around with the rest of his body, hooking the upper part of his foot around the near top of the training log. At that point, he allowed his foot to jet from the second training log, and slam the base of his foot upon the first one. Using that as a propellant, Sasuto leaped into the air, raising his leg to elevate high over his skull, as his leg descended downwards, smashing the base of his foot upon the training log. A ringing pain coursed throughout his body, but atleast he knew that he was capable of something other than Ninjutsu.
Sasuto leaned downwards in a crouched position, allowing his entire figure to burst forth in sudden speed, zig-zagging from the right to left and suddenly stopping infront of a tree, within three to five seconds. He spun around, roundhouse kicking the tree with half of his strength, then horse kicking the tree without a second thought or gaze backwards, propelling off the tree to front flip onto the ground with proficient capability. He turned to face the tree, then dashed forth again, allowing a barrage of punches to impale and smash into the tree with large momentum packed behind each and every, he haymakered the tree, then uppercutted it with his right fist, then brought back both of his arms to sidekick the small section of the woodland with his right leg. Sasuto brought his right foot back, slamming it upon the earth and backflipping twice, with the last sending him flying high into the air.
With a rush of handseals noticed, at a brisk blinding momentum, he performed the last handseal and let loose five spheres of burning destruction, five fireballs which had been noted as part of the Mystical Fire Phoenix Technique. With little emotion, as the last conflagration sublimated multiple tree branches, Sasuto threw a fuuma shuriken with whatever strength he had in him. The fuuma shuriken wedged within the burning tree, which, soon burned to nothingness. Sasuto huffed, having exhausted himself in the midst of training, and deciding to relax.
[895 words, 4 SP]
Sasuto sat near the edge of the crisp azure water of the training grounds, his eyes shut with his hands clasped together and his legs folded diligently. WIth cunning focus, Sasuto tranced off into the spiritual world. The effervescence of cerulean hue known as chakra started at the focal point of his incorporeal physique, and then spread outwards to cover his inner self's entirety. He fluxed the chakra throughout his body, allowing small portions of it to travel to other precincts of his body, and thus incline the chakra in a certain place. This chakra control was un-average for an Academy Student, but all of Sasuto's training paid off. His hard work gave him the possession of something that other students didn't have, and that was strength. Sasuto came to the vision of the pores throughout his body, highly up close. From there, he split the chakra into very small portions with meticulous precision, and allowed them to flow through his pores and then once more combine to create a deep turquiose tenor of pure chakra.
Surely he was imagining this, but he continued onwards to reverie again. With a back flip performed throughout the void world, nothing but blackness on the floor, the sky and the background, Sasuto had nothing to interfere. Such levels of chakra control he showed were only for those that were proficient, but he was beginning to elevate to such a level, which was astounding for his age. He clapped his palms together and structured his fingers and hands at a brisk pace in order to inaugurate the hand seals required for the said technique he was about to control. With a small portion of chakra from each part of his body expended, these pieces of chakra all traveled upwards throughout his throat.
"Great Fireball Technique!"
At that point, the chakra emerged from his maw in the form of a small stream, which progressed into a colossal form, a conflagrating sphere. The stream extended outwards, becoming horizontally inclined with each passing second, as the Fireball bursted forth. It was taking more chakra to keep this up, but it lasted for a short while before Sasuto exhausted himself. His fatigue was very high after performing techniques, to the point where he needed to rest. He retreated to meditation once more, discerning his soul's chakra. The chakra, unlike before, was now like a baseball with blue fire engulfing it in terms of shape, and it floated close, in the "midair" of the void world which Sasuto reverie'd as the world where everything was viewed by the entity of chakra. Sasuto honestly wanted to learn more about chakra, but how? He figured day dreaming wouldn't do much, but he ketp on doing it anyways. After awaking from his meditation, which was more like a nap, he got up and started training himself in Taijutsu.
Targetting the five training logs in the focal point of the area, Sasuto hurtled forth, his feet moving slightly quick, with the rest of his body as he bounded off the ground and sidekicked one of the training logs. Balancing chakra to fit his needs, the chakra stopped gravity from taking affect, in which his foot remained planted upon the copse of the log. From that point, he swiftly curved his feet around with the rest of his body, hooking the upper part of his foot around the near top of the training log. At that point, he allowed his foot to jet from the second training log, and slam the base of his foot upon the first one. Using that as a propellant, Sasuto leaped into the air, raising his leg to elevate high over his skull, as his leg descended downwards, smashing the base of his foot upon the training log. A ringing pain coursed throughout his body, but atleast he knew that he was capable of something other than Ninjutsu.
Sasuto leaned downwards in a crouched position, allowing his entire figure to burst forth in sudden speed, zig-zagging from the right to left and suddenly stopping infront of a tree, within three to five seconds. He spun around, roundhouse kicking the tree with half of his strength, then horse kicking the tree without a second thought or gaze backwards, propelling off the tree to front flip onto the ground with proficient capability. He turned to face the tree, then dashed forth again, allowing a barrage of punches to impale and smash into the tree with large momentum packed behind each and every, he haymakered the tree, then uppercutted it with his right fist, then brought back both of his arms to sidekick the small section of the woodland with his right leg. Sasuto brought his right foot back, slamming it upon the earth and backflipping twice, with the last sending him flying high into the air.
With a rush of handseals noticed, at a brisk blinding momentum, he performed the last handseal and let loose five spheres of burning destruction, five fireballs which had been noted as part of the Mystical Fire Phoenix Technique. With little emotion, as the last conflagration sublimated multiple tree branches, Sasuto threw a fuuma shuriken with whatever strength he had in him. The fuuma shuriken wedged within the burning tree, which, soon burned to nothingness. Sasuto huffed, having exhausted himself in the midst of training, and deciding to relax.
[895 words, 4 SP]
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- Isshin UchihaCitizen
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"This training doesn't seem useful...at all.."Sasuto muttered, his thoughts racing throughout his mind. With despair in his voice, he didn't notice up until now how useless it seemed to train for nobody.
He had his mother and his brother to protect, but they were able to protect themselves, right? Both of them were stronger than him by a longshot, and no matter how much he trained, they just kept on getting stronger? But how, how did they surpass the limits that keep on pushing him further and further away from him? Sasuto knew they were his family, but he didn't feel at home to be so....weak. Sasuto thought he was great for being a strong Academy Student, rank didn't matter if he wasn't strong enough to face reality. With a shaking of his head, he tried not to let this spell of depression get to him, but it was no use, hiding such horrible sentiment was not possible much anymore. He thought that fighting trees and beating up arrogant Genin would do good, but in the end he realized it didn't at all. Sasuto realized he didn't have power.
"No matter how much I try to push this sadness away...it comes back..."Sasuto murmured, on the verge of tears from such a pain flowing throughout his body. He stood up, the world becoming crazed with unimaginable images from the depression that turned into dementia. "I told Nakai that I'd become stronger..I'd become stronger to the point where I'd be able to protect him and ma....He didn't believe me.."Sasuto murmured, his voice growing with a jealous detestation towards his brother. Such jealousy was turning in hatred directed towards his family, directed towards the people who could become potential friends, but no longer could they when they saw how hateful he'd become.
With a clenching of his fists, Sasuto allowed his right arm to rush forth, slamming his four knuckles against the copse trunk of a tree. With a discern of abhorrence towards the tree and the rest of the world, Sasuto finally lost it, he dropped to the ground, silently. With thoughts running through his mind, one of them was him speaking to Nakai. It was him requesting to train with Nakai. Nakai refused, but at last he finally accepted. Sasuto had ran at him, and attempted to knee him, but Nakai in return avoided it, with not even a second thought to the ongoing spar. He tried to haymaker Nakai, and Nakai avoided that as well. This occured a week before his fight with a genin of the Hyuuga clan, Midori. He didn't consider her his rival at all, but he hated her and the rest of those bastards for making him look weak, after all of the training he'd done throughout his time.
Sasuto couldn't bear to stand up, he didn't have the will power to do so, and he was exhausted from the fruits of training. After a half hour nap, he finally stood up, and decided to stop moping over his losses. He didn't have high hopes for winning, but he had hopes for surpassing his predeccessors. He continously threw shurikens and kunai towards the open field, leaning to lacerate the woodlands nearby, which didn't interest him at all. With a cartwheel to the side, and a skid across the ground in a crouched position, he flung a fuuma shuriken, which veered over course, tilting to become a curved direction, stabbing into the tree bark.
He decided to do which he mostly avoided in his Chakra, Ninjutsu and Bukijutsu training, Taijutsu. if he couldn't use Ninjutsu or Bukijutsu to his advantage, like his fight with Midori, how the hell would he win a close combat battle? His adrenaline pushed him forth as he bounded off the earth and thought about going faster, faster than he ever had, spinning within midair to roundhouse kick the breeze, and then fling his hand forth in the form of a tightly clenched fist afterwards. Training alone was miserably boring, and it was nearly impossible for him to even do anything alone. He needed someone's help, or else he'd be doomed to depression.
After performing a complete spin, Sasuto's left arm flicked forth, his left hand clenched within a fist aswell, as his knuckles zoomed across the air, and then he rose his arms above his head as he descended onto a branch to a tree. Sasuto somersaulted off the tree, swinging his leg from above his head downwards swiftly, performing a crippling axe kick and then somersaulting throughout midair again, and with his other leg he thrashed his left foot upon the earth. It was indeed painful, because he'd harmed himself with the falling blow, but he didn't let that stop himself. He crouched downwards, his hands planted against the earth firmly, and with a lifting of either heel of his, Sasuto broke off into an expeditious momentum, weaving around the training log which was his destination in the first place, backhanding it with the back of his left wrist, and then bringing his right leg upwards, thrashing his foot upon the training log.
Sasuto broke off into a rapid barrage of punches, his knuckles colliding against the refurbished copse as his eyes burned with adrenaline and stalwart capability. At last, he brought his left arm backwards to his side as he pushed his entire body forth, his right elbow slamming into the hazelnut object. It felt good to be so fast, so agile. The adolescent Uchiha boy found himself at exhaustion from such effort, and he sat down to regain his breathing ability. He noticed a flash of contour materialize before his meticulous azure optics. The fixture of his vision proceeded to make out the design of his brother's focal point, Uchiha Nakai. "What?!"Sasuto was bewildered by his sudden appearance. A tempest of rotating fresh leaves surrounded his brother, before descending to the earth, the chlorphyllic arts of nature absent of kinetic vivacity.
"Well...I decided to stop being a jackass for work and help you train, how about it?"Nakai's smile was dazzling as he brought it upon his physique. Sasuto was still hiding his hateful sentiment, was this a curse of his? He was happy that his brother would train him, but even so, why not earlier? Why didn't he take off at least one mission of his ANBU career back when Sasuto was younger to help out their mother with training him? He didn't understand it, was it for the money, the fame? What the hell was it for!? Oh well, Sasuto allowed such an outlook to fade from his thoughts, for now.
"Do you know how to walk on water?"Nakai asked, and Sasuto nodded. Nakai sighed, allowing his hands to suddenly formulate together, inagurating his fingers and palms in different locations to create handseals at a brisk and proficient pace and accuracy. Multiple plumes of smoke materialized around his figure, three of them to be exact, as black crows gathered together and formed replicas of Sasuto's brother. "Fight these clones, it'll help you train your Taijutsu and speed, but at the same time they won't be very strong, I purposely put a lack of chakra within their forces..don't worry."Nakai spoke the last part, mainly because Sasuto's face showed all over that he was anxious of this challenge.
Sasuto stood upon his feet, and he backflipped twice. "No techniques, no ninja tools, you may begin."Nakai murmured, and somewhere in his mind, Sasuto felt deja vu, but it wasn't the time to mourn over a fight he couldn't help but lose for his lack of experience. The boy sprinted forth, his feet nearly silent, as he elevated his entire body, his left foot hooked forth, thrashing into one of the Crow Clone's ribcage, or at least he thought, before he noticed it'd avoided with an obscure of speed. The two other clones closed in, one backhanding Sasuto across the face, as the other knee'd him in the chin, knocking him upon the earth, however the strike didn't harm him, that much.
It had enough momentum behind it to knock him down, but not enough strength to hurt him, unique. Sasuto rushed forth even quicker than before, attempting to strike the Crow Clone once more, this time with a rising left knee, but it dodged again. This time, Sasuto was ready, he extended his lower leg outwards, swiveling his right foot beneath him in a rotation across the terra firma below. His foot thrashed into the clone's kneecap before it could avoid, causing the crows to disperse and then relocate themselves three feet from the boy. Sasuto slammed his foot into the ground, and precognatively flinged his arm into the Crow Clone's throat, and before the crows could revert from their transformation, Sasuto clung his fingers against the neck of the clone and spun around, thrashing his foot into it's ribcage with a roundhouse kick of agile experience.
He at last spun his entire body, keeping his grip, and elbowed the Crow Clone with his right arm, adding momentum behind the attack, along with power, enough force and power to send the Crow Clone slamming into the ground and then vanishing into crows which flew off into the tree tops. Now only two Crow Clones remained, and their speed elevated even higher than he could go. One rushed beside him, sidekicked him into the other one by slamming it's heel into his side, and then allowing the other one to sock him in the jaw. He noticed that these clones were all speed, no strength, but the hits were adding up. Sasuto knew that Nakai was hinting something to him from the beginning when he mentioned speed along with the description of their training. He was saying to use fast hits, but unlike him, pack power behind them at the same time like Sasuto did to defeat one of the clones.
Sasuto leaned downwards, closed his eyes for a brief moment as one of the crow clones ran towards him, extended his legs outwards, bent his right arm, clenching his right hand into a fist, and then allowing his left arm to rest behind him, with an open palm and tensed muscles as he bursted forth in a blur. He suddenly released a barrage of consequtive punches which alternated between his left and his right hands, a speed which the intermediate levelled crow clones couldn't handle. He counted the hits in his head, and after reaching fifteen, he quickly stepped back and pushed all of the momentum and force into his right arm as his elbow thrashed into the Crow Clone's jaw and throat. The Crow Clone lost it's balance, tumbling backwards as Sasuto huffed in exasperation, but wasn't done yet.
His eyes adjusted to perceive the last Crow Clone, he was going to surpass his predeccessors, that was his goal, his reverie, his reality! Sasuto sprinted forth at a blinding speed and a low body, as he skid across the ground, materializing beneath the Crow Clone and shooting his right leg up at full course. His foot slammed into it's chin, sending it shooting into the air and spiralling in midair, and just as it began to descend, and was in the period of time between descending and ascending, in the three second time period after he bounded off the earth towards the clone, he'd reached it. and he'd release a burst of punches and kicks upon his target, striking every notable part of the clone's physique which would be hurt the most, and before the clone could reach the ground, Sasuto spun around, and dropkicked the clone in it's stomache, it's back arching downwards as it's spine slammed into the earth, and it dispersed.
Sasuto huffed, exhausted by such labor, his vision darkening as contours found their way to his senses. He'd exhausted himself to beat those three clones. They were just clones, and they were weakened on purpose by Nakai. What kind of shit was running through his mind to make him think he could kick Nakai's ass just because he could beat the clones that were intentionally weakened by the beginning of the brawl? Sasuto's irises bursted to life as he clenched his forehead with his rgiht hand, he was doing it again, shelling his jealousy and depression directed towards Nakai with training and bright happiness. He was so used to these masks of sentiment that he believed they were his true emotions. He needed to use a Taijutsu ability just to win the match, damn. Sasuto mumbled under his breath that had to do with something that mentioned being weak, and then he blacked out.
He'd promised himself and others that he'd surpass his mother and brother in order to protect them with the strength he gained, but they were so far ahead of him, he needed one thing before he'd gain this strength, the Sharingan. He didn't just want it, he truly needed it, for this depression and hopelessness would never go away until he unlocked it. Sasuto told himself that he'd never let himself feel useless, no, be useless again, and thats when his eyes formed to become cardinal spheres of indignant effervescence. Two tomoes within each pupil came to existence, as he for once, has the strength to keep this promise. "I'm going to train even harder...."Sasuto murmurs with ambition, before passing out.
[2243 words, request for Sharingan Tomoe 2, due to reaching 4k word count from this post, last post and the post before combined, and 11 SP]
He had his mother and his brother to protect, but they were able to protect themselves, right? Both of them were stronger than him by a longshot, and no matter how much he trained, they just kept on getting stronger? But how, how did they surpass the limits that keep on pushing him further and further away from him? Sasuto knew they were his family, but he didn't feel at home to be so....weak. Sasuto thought he was great for being a strong Academy Student, rank didn't matter if he wasn't strong enough to face reality. With a shaking of his head, he tried not to let this spell of depression get to him, but it was no use, hiding such horrible sentiment was not possible much anymore. He thought that fighting trees and beating up arrogant Genin would do good, but in the end he realized it didn't at all. Sasuto realized he didn't have power.
"No matter how much I try to push this sadness away...it comes back..."Sasuto murmured, on the verge of tears from such a pain flowing throughout his body. He stood up, the world becoming crazed with unimaginable images from the depression that turned into dementia. "I told Nakai that I'd become stronger..I'd become stronger to the point where I'd be able to protect him and ma....He didn't believe me.."Sasuto murmured, his voice growing with a jealous detestation towards his brother. Such jealousy was turning in hatred directed towards his family, directed towards the people who could become potential friends, but no longer could they when they saw how hateful he'd become.
With a clenching of his fists, Sasuto allowed his right arm to rush forth, slamming his four knuckles against the copse trunk of a tree. With a discern of abhorrence towards the tree and the rest of the world, Sasuto finally lost it, he dropped to the ground, silently. With thoughts running through his mind, one of them was him speaking to Nakai. It was him requesting to train with Nakai. Nakai refused, but at last he finally accepted. Sasuto had ran at him, and attempted to knee him, but Nakai in return avoided it, with not even a second thought to the ongoing spar. He tried to haymaker Nakai, and Nakai avoided that as well. This occured a week before his fight with a genin of the Hyuuga clan, Midori. He didn't consider her his rival at all, but he hated her and the rest of those bastards for making him look weak, after all of the training he'd done throughout his time.
Sasuto couldn't bear to stand up, he didn't have the will power to do so, and he was exhausted from the fruits of training. After a half hour nap, he finally stood up, and decided to stop moping over his losses. He didn't have high hopes for winning, but he had hopes for surpassing his predeccessors. He continously threw shurikens and kunai towards the open field, leaning to lacerate the woodlands nearby, which didn't interest him at all. With a cartwheel to the side, and a skid across the ground in a crouched position, he flung a fuuma shuriken, which veered over course, tilting to become a curved direction, stabbing into the tree bark.
He decided to do which he mostly avoided in his Chakra, Ninjutsu and Bukijutsu training, Taijutsu. if he couldn't use Ninjutsu or Bukijutsu to his advantage, like his fight with Midori, how the hell would he win a close combat battle? His adrenaline pushed him forth as he bounded off the earth and thought about going faster, faster than he ever had, spinning within midair to roundhouse kick the breeze, and then fling his hand forth in the form of a tightly clenched fist afterwards. Training alone was miserably boring, and it was nearly impossible for him to even do anything alone. He needed someone's help, or else he'd be doomed to depression.
After performing a complete spin, Sasuto's left arm flicked forth, his left hand clenched within a fist aswell, as his knuckles zoomed across the air, and then he rose his arms above his head as he descended onto a branch to a tree. Sasuto somersaulted off the tree, swinging his leg from above his head downwards swiftly, performing a crippling axe kick and then somersaulting throughout midair again, and with his other leg he thrashed his left foot upon the earth. It was indeed painful, because he'd harmed himself with the falling blow, but he didn't let that stop himself. He crouched downwards, his hands planted against the earth firmly, and with a lifting of either heel of his, Sasuto broke off into an expeditious momentum, weaving around the training log which was his destination in the first place, backhanding it with the back of his left wrist, and then bringing his right leg upwards, thrashing his foot upon the training log.
Sasuto broke off into a rapid barrage of punches, his knuckles colliding against the refurbished copse as his eyes burned with adrenaline and stalwart capability. At last, he brought his left arm backwards to his side as he pushed his entire body forth, his right elbow slamming into the hazelnut object. It felt good to be so fast, so agile. The adolescent Uchiha boy found himself at exhaustion from such effort, and he sat down to regain his breathing ability. He noticed a flash of contour materialize before his meticulous azure optics. The fixture of his vision proceeded to make out the design of his brother's focal point, Uchiha Nakai. "What?!"Sasuto was bewildered by his sudden appearance. A tempest of rotating fresh leaves surrounded his brother, before descending to the earth, the chlorphyllic arts of nature absent of kinetic vivacity.
"Well...I decided to stop being a jackass for work and help you train, how about it?"Nakai's smile was dazzling as he brought it upon his physique. Sasuto was still hiding his hateful sentiment, was this a curse of his? He was happy that his brother would train him, but even so, why not earlier? Why didn't he take off at least one mission of his ANBU career back when Sasuto was younger to help out their mother with training him? He didn't understand it, was it for the money, the fame? What the hell was it for!? Oh well, Sasuto allowed such an outlook to fade from his thoughts, for now.
"Do you know how to walk on water?"Nakai asked, and Sasuto nodded. Nakai sighed, allowing his hands to suddenly formulate together, inagurating his fingers and palms in different locations to create handseals at a brisk and proficient pace and accuracy. Multiple plumes of smoke materialized around his figure, three of them to be exact, as black crows gathered together and formed replicas of Sasuto's brother. "Fight these clones, it'll help you train your Taijutsu and speed, but at the same time they won't be very strong, I purposely put a lack of chakra within their forces..don't worry."Nakai spoke the last part, mainly because Sasuto's face showed all over that he was anxious of this challenge.
Sasuto stood upon his feet, and he backflipped twice. "No techniques, no ninja tools, you may begin."Nakai murmured, and somewhere in his mind, Sasuto felt deja vu, but it wasn't the time to mourn over a fight he couldn't help but lose for his lack of experience. The boy sprinted forth, his feet nearly silent, as he elevated his entire body, his left foot hooked forth, thrashing into one of the Crow Clone's ribcage, or at least he thought, before he noticed it'd avoided with an obscure of speed. The two other clones closed in, one backhanding Sasuto across the face, as the other knee'd him in the chin, knocking him upon the earth, however the strike didn't harm him, that much.
It had enough momentum behind it to knock him down, but not enough strength to hurt him, unique. Sasuto rushed forth even quicker than before, attempting to strike the Crow Clone once more, this time with a rising left knee, but it dodged again. This time, Sasuto was ready, he extended his lower leg outwards, swiveling his right foot beneath him in a rotation across the terra firma below. His foot thrashed into the clone's kneecap before it could avoid, causing the crows to disperse and then relocate themselves three feet from the boy. Sasuto slammed his foot into the ground, and precognatively flinged his arm into the Crow Clone's throat, and before the crows could revert from their transformation, Sasuto clung his fingers against the neck of the clone and spun around, thrashing his foot into it's ribcage with a roundhouse kick of agile experience.
He at last spun his entire body, keeping his grip, and elbowed the Crow Clone with his right arm, adding momentum behind the attack, along with power, enough force and power to send the Crow Clone slamming into the ground and then vanishing into crows which flew off into the tree tops. Now only two Crow Clones remained, and their speed elevated even higher than he could go. One rushed beside him, sidekicked him into the other one by slamming it's heel into his side, and then allowing the other one to sock him in the jaw. He noticed that these clones were all speed, no strength, but the hits were adding up. Sasuto knew that Nakai was hinting something to him from the beginning when he mentioned speed along with the description of their training. He was saying to use fast hits, but unlike him, pack power behind them at the same time like Sasuto did to defeat one of the clones.
Sasuto leaned downwards, closed his eyes for a brief moment as one of the crow clones ran towards him, extended his legs outwards, bent his right arm, clenching his right hand into a fist, and then allowing his left arm to rest behind him, with an open palm and tensed muscles as he bursted forth in a blur. He suddenly released a barrage of consequtive punches which alternated between his left and his right hands, a speed which the intermediate levelled crow clones couldn't handle. He counted the hits in his head, and after reaching fifteen, he quickly stepped back and pushed all of the momentum and force into his right arm as his elbow thrashed into the Crow Clone's jaw and throat. The Crow Clone lost it's balance, tumbling backwards as Sasuto huffed in exasperation, but wasn't done yet.
His eyes adjusted to perceive the last Crow Clone, he was going to surpass his predeccessors, that was his goal, his reverie, his reality! Sasuto sprinted forth at a blinding speed and a low body, as he skid across the ground, materializing beneath the Crow Clone and shooting his right leg up at full course. His foot slammed into it's chin, sending it shooting into the air and spiralling in midair, and just as it began to descend, and was in the period of time between descending and ascending, in the three second time period after he bounded off the earth towards the clone, he'd reached it. and he'd release a burst of punches and kicks upon his target, striking every notable part of the clone's physique which would be hurt the most, and before the clone could reach the ground, Sasuto spun around, and dropkicked the clone in it's stomache, it's back arching downwards as it's spine slammed into the earth, and it dispersed.
Sasuto huffed, exhausted by such labor, his vision darkening as contours found their way to his senses. He'd exhausted himself to beat those three clones. They were just clones, and they were weakened on purpose by Nakai. What kind of shit was running through his mind to make him think he could kick Nakai's ass just because he could beat the clones that were intentionally weakened by the beginning of the brawl? Sasuto's irises bursted to life as he clenched his forehead with his rgiht hand, he was doing it again, shelling his jealousy and depression directed towards Nakai with training and bright happiness. He was so used to these masks of sentiment that he believed they were his true emotions. He needed to use a Taijutsu ability just to win the match, damn. Sasuto mumbled under his breath that had to do with something that mentioned being weak, and then he blacked out.
He'd promised himself and others that he'd surpass his mother and brother in order to protect them with the strength he gained, but they were so far ahead of him, he needed one thing before he'd gain this strength, the Sharingan. He didn't just want it, he truly needed it, for this depression and hopelessness would never go away until he unlocked it. Sasuto told himself that he'd never let himself feel useless, no, be useless again, and thats when his eyes formed to become cardinal spheres of indignant effervescence. Two tomoes within each pupil came to existence, as he for once, has the strength to keep this promise. "I'm going to train even harder...."Sasuto murmurs with ambition, before passing out.
[2243 words, request for Sharingan Tomoe 2, due to reaching 4k word count from this post, last post and the post before combined, and 11 SP]
- Shitai OrochiVagabond (B-Rank)
- Stat Page : Shitai
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 22000
[Okay first...you only get the first tomoe because you have to unlock them in order, thus giving you that one...next you do not get stats from NPC'ing activation
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