Rest is for the weak - Yogimiru's first day(p)

It was a warm summers morning, waking he could feel the sweat dripping down his body, as he rolled around his clothes and sheets clung and stuck to him. Settling and lying on his back the boy stared blankly at the ceiling allowing his mind to wander to thoughts of grandeur. His imagination swept to standing atop all others, bringing the world together under his guidance"Well i guess i should get up i don't wanna be late for my first day at the academy" he said out loud to himself.

As yogimiru wandered the vast emptiness of his family house the nerves of embracing his future begun casting doubt in his mind. Pacing up and down the hallways yogis mind was racing with a brew of emotions ranging from excitement to angst taking a deep breath and clearing his mind, his mother's voice plays through the boys head "It's okay Yogi you can do this", with a regained sense of confidence he steps out towards the academy.

The academy stood tall the chiselled stone walls had seen many generations of ninja come and go, the traditional styled building still stood proud welcoming and inspiring the children of the village. Approaching the structure the streets where filled with a diverse variety of children with their parents, the atmosphere of parents ego's clashing and their pride in the child combined with the joy and bright-eyed optimism held by the children, finding this insufferable he quickly and quietly darts between the crowds towards the entrance.

*Phew* a sigh of relief exerted from the boy escaping from the mass horde of people, finally able to take in his surrounding greeted by a vast spacious area filled with rows that extend the length of the room with square wooden shelves for the students personal items. Yogimirus head rolled around the room as he took in the space "Excuse me?, can i help you" a faint gentle voice announced drawing the young mans attention, "Oh im so sorry miss, My name is Hyuuga Yogimiru im looking for my class" , "Oh excellent you'll be down the class in room B-2", "Thank you very much" he replied with a slight bow to express his gratitude.

Entering the classroom was a standard sight, a chalkboard, rows of desks facing towards the front of the room, the murmurers of youth could be heard as the groups of children whisper and gossip among one another, giving a nod yogi walks towards the front desk sitting down and waiting for the teacher to arrive. A few minutes pass as a tall grizzled man enters, his face and voice hardened by war "Good morning class" the voice boomed, in unison the class raised too their feet, "Good morning Senpai" they swiftly responded."Everyone can sit down".

Gazing over the class "Alright, you all look stronger" the teacher stated, "Yes-Senpia" the class responded swiftly "We have a new student with us today" glancing at his student roster, shifting his eyes in yogi's direction "Yogimiru, why don't you introduce yourself" he barks, standing from his desk turning towards his classmates "Hello everyone, my name is Yogimaru of the Hyuuga clan, i look forward to learning with you all" he says in a confident tone taking his seat once more, "Alright now we have that over and done with its time for your physical evaluation, follow me to the training field."
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The training field was a large wide space stretching a vast area containing an oval race track, the center of the field holding a hundred meter sprint track and a few large logs, running along the outside of the track was a dozen targets set up, The class gathering along their teachers side  "So new year" the teacher states with a slight diabolical chuckle "It time for hell day, lets start with a ten kilometer run with a forty minute time limit, anyone that finishes gets to rest until the timer stops, LINE UP!" he barks walking the class to the starting line.


Standing alongside the track with a timer and clipboard the teacher looking at them with a grin of punishment as he yells  "On your marks" the group assumes their positions,  "Get set, GO!" with that yogi exercised all of his force to drive himself forward his long and limber legs carrying his body forward *Alright pace yourself, this is an endurance run not a sprint* he told himself  as several participants race ahead of the class gaining an early lead, each competing with other alongside them,.


Time ticked away and the state of the field had drastically changed, the scorching sun and the unbearable heat had taken its toll over the past twenty minutes, yogi had gradually progressed his way through the field running at fifth with four laps left. Pushing ahead he crossed the starting line once more bridging the gap between him and the girl running in fourth, closing the gap yogi exerted himself to overtake her and chase down his next target.

Beginning to slow down, finishing in third was slipping from his grasp *No i don't want to lose* taking a deep breath and hitting his second wind he pushed himself with all his might sprinting at 17 speed to once again pursue third place, his lungs at this point felt like they were going to explode, but he pushed harder, cutting minutes from his time and closing out the race in third place by the closest of margins.


Yogi's rewards was short but sweet only getting to rest for five minutes before thet timer chimed the teacher turning to the exhausted group, "Alright next is the weight lifting, you guys see them logs over there, the first one back here with one wins,"he proclaims with a wicked grin pointing to the lumbers direction, with that yogimiru springs to his feet racing towards the large timber logs laying roughly one hundred meters out, upon reaching the logs they extend roughly five feet long and weighing one hundred kilograms giving the class an interesting obstacle.


Reaching the wooden log yogimiru pondered on how exactly he could move such a heavy object as he grappled the base and began pulling at it being barely able to move it an inch, driving his weight around and trying to manhandle the log he found rocking it side to side was his best option. Minutes passed and the lumber was taking both a physical and mental toll, making little progress in the time that had passed yogimiru having only shifted the log a few feet.

Realizing the difficulty of the task he pondered on whether this challenge was achievable, it was then it dawned on yogi *Wait this is a teamwork trail* following his instincts yogimiru drops his log and raced over too his nearest competitor. "Let me help you, I'm sure this is a teamwork challenge" he announces grabbing the base of the log and pulling it as a team, the weight had been lifted and find no response from his teacher yogi then turns too his class yelling "Its a teamwork challenge pair off and work together". Now able to move the log they forged back toward the teacher moving a few meters every five minutes, each muscle on their bodies were being worked finishing as a group.

Moving onto the target training the teachers walk the class to the far side of the field, standing in front of the target field the teacher announces  "make a line, you'll each be given three kunai and five shuriken to try hit as many targets as possible", standing in line yogimiru watchs his fellow classmates l each putting on an impressive display *wow such accuracy, senpai has really whipped this group into future ninja* he thought to himself "Yogimiru, Let's see what you can do".

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Reaching the outskirts of the training field the teacher begun explaining the rules "You each can use five shruiken and three kunai to hit as many targets as you can, when i call your name step fowards to the starting mound." With each passing student the difficulty became more obvious with the success rate low thus far "Yogimiru, your next the teacher commands.

Taking the mark yogi places two fingers in a half ninjutsu seal a front of his body, "Byakugan" the muscle around his eyes tightened as his doujutsu activated giving him an unparalleled view of the targets placements *I count nine targets, five low risk, with a direct flight path,  two medium risk requiring over at minimum a 40-degree curve throw and two high risk requiring a ricochet shot*.

Reaching around his back yogi puls out his projectiles, throwing his arm in a curving motion releasing several shuriken aimed at the easy targets placed five meters out, meeting their goals with ease, following this up with a second wave of his arm releasing two more shuriken targeting the two remaining easy targets each meeting their mark.

The degree of difficult had been raised with the remaining medium difficulty targets placed at ten meters out to , directly in its flightpath sat a large log forcing the students to curve their throws, mirroring the shot is another target too right, thats my safest shots at this point- with a swift lift of his arm and a flick of wrist yogi sent the kunai spirling towards its objective.

As the kunai flys outside the edge of the tree, the flight path begins to curves in barely missing is mark, not allowing this get to him he aims at the target once more, gracefully lancing another kunai flying adding more spin it lunges and drifts swinging around the log and hitting true. With a sigh of relief yogimiru readied his last throw, having one last shot he aims to his right, without hesitation he sends his last kunai lunging towards its target barely hitting its mark.

Mid day approached, while the last student finished their Projectile evaluations, the exhaustion from the heat and the physical exertion was taking a large toll on the students. Their teacher forcing them to breaking point, standing over the class with his arms folded the bulging figure announces "Alright, time for our final test, its time for combat" taking a breath "but first lets hydrate."

After being allowed a short break and a much needed drink yogimiru was becomnig more excited hand to hand combat which he loved with a passion. Assembling at the center of the field once more the students where ready for their final examination, having devised a list through the day the teacher had already determined who would be paired off against one another, pointing at yogi and the boy beside him "You two, lets go".

The stage was set, standing roughly six meters apart yogimiru was faced his challenger with his hand in front of him with one arm extended showing a half ninjutsu seal. Mirroring the action the bout begun, the boy sprinted towards him with 9 speed hastily closing the distance, having several seconds to take his gentle fist standing position, yogimiru  activates his byakugan once more while applying chakra to his haands.

His opponent stood roughly five feet and six inches tall, with a stocky build his adversary wastes no time throwing a chrgin left handed punch, Yogis eyes tracked each of his opponents movements lifting his right arm to slap and deflect his opponents blow, without hesitation his attacker attempts a flurry of lefts and rights traveling at 8 speed and 11 strength, following up his one and two combos with kicks, yogimiru 17 speed making it easy to respond to each of the strikes masterfully utilizing his palms to redirect and slap away the attacks.


Yogimirus opponent was quite skilled his feet spread wide and taking a kick boxing stance, continuing his attacks with relentless pace. Remaining on the defensive yogi watch his attackers movements and form for weakness, a few short minutes had passed and yogimiru had seen through his competitors style, yogi attempting to pluck counter strike amongst his attackers barrage of blows.

Barely managing to dodge and react his combatants rythem begun to break down, using that too capitalize yogimiru launched into an onslaught of blows. Each strike carried weight with the force of 18 Chakra behind it, holding his hands with two fingers extended yogimiru struck like a snake at its prey. Having his opponents timing down yogi's blows connected with devastating accuracy several strikes barely missing the tenketsu points, the pain instantly sending his adversary dropping to his knees.


Raising to his feet once more yogimiru's opposition refused defeat, yogi's eyes firmly fixed upon the young man he relaxed into his gentle fist stance once more, exerting a sigh "alrighty then," yogi mutters under his breath, Becoming frustrated at his opponents reluctance to admit defeat yogimiru lashes out his a savage scale of strikes each landing in to devastating effect hitting vitals areas causing an end to the bout.


Fighting long into the afternoon yogimiru watched each pairing intently, weighing up class for future competition, not being disappointed with half a dozen of the students showing great skill. "Alright everyone, that's enough for today, we will go over the results tomorrow" the teacher says with a grin "Dismissed," he commands, sending the class home exhausted and beaten down.


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