Training Under the Tree (Taining)

He was dancing. Not in a crazy sensual or erotic way, but a dance of combat, a dance of tai chi. The balance and control that it gave his mind was intense. Though he knew it for what it truly was, rage pointed in a direction. The thoughts were only of his enemy, of the ninja that cast him out of the village. He hated them for what they did to him, how they cast him out, how they drove him to kill. If they could only leave him be people would have been fine. Now he uses these moments, these memories, to guide the destruction that he felt. He used it for fuel.

He moved with ease, it was a beautiful and deadly stance. Elongated and elegant, swift and deadly. Rage covered in a cruel cloth of sanity. The perfect disguise. Anyone with half a mind would underestimate him. At least, that was the attempt. He would want people to look at him as slow, off balance, his body parts far from each other, and think that he couldn't be effective. But his rage would flash through him, his speed would increase, his strength powered by the energy of the storm within himself.

He would focus his storm chakra into his body. It was a wild feeling, almost uncontrollable. The energy was that of the storm, powerful as it was the slightest misstep could cause his body to go into shock. Learning the ability was a dangerous thing. But he needed to. This was one more step closer to destroying those whom he wanted to destroy, all ninja from Yumegakure.

He had achieve his goal. Anger was his accompanying angel. Rage was his fuel. He would be the one to bring that village to its knees. He called for their death. He would worship as they starved. He would thank death itself at the end and ask for forgiveness when he failed.  

Seiichi moved his body as his muscles tensed up. He had been standing in the same position for too long. Cramps drove him to step forward, lifting his arms he could feel the energy move. It shifted to his feet, then back up to his core, from there it branched out and went to his fingertips. It flashed out of them with violent intensity. Streams of thick storm energy emerged and flashed. It lashed at trees and bushes and grass, all of it wilting at its touch. He could feel the power course through his veins.

Power was only the first step. As he grows in strength and speed, he also needs to grow in skill. Combat was a part of all of this, if he is to take down the strongest ninjas of Yumegakure he had to do it with tactics. Stealth and precision. Sure he could waltz in there and attack them strait out. But that would be stupid with so many attackers on his right and left he most likely would not win. First he has to kill off their weaker ninja, draw them out and slay them one by one. Then go for the big fish. Or, he could cut the snake off at it's head, slay the strongest ninja and have all fall in behind him. But would they? It would be much more fun to kill them one by one. He thought.

Standing on the edge of madness. It was his home. Was he sane anymore? Was he able to operate in society? These are the kind of questions that lingered in his mind. These are the kind of questions that he always asked himself and that he never answered. They were his guide. If he ever stopped asking them he would know that he has truly lost it. That there was no more humanity in him to loose. If he lost his humanity what would that make him? A monster? He already had that title.

Energy moved inside him again. Down to his feet he dashed across the surface of the ground at speeds he didn't know were possible for him. He went a hundred meters in what seemed like three breaths. His strides were not only wide, but as fast as the storm that be poured into them. He could feel his strength increasing. He pictured the flashes of lightning chakra in the water, the clouds withing his mind. He could use this new found energy to tare his enemy apart.

[EXIT]

TWC: 743-420-1-322= 0

[Claiming +3 Health // (80+420=) 500/500 Storm Release: Energy Wave & (1+249=) 250/250 Generic Sealing Technique & 322/500 Bull Rush]

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