Clashing of wills shall cause the pain he sought

He had traveled to the training facility on a whim, carrying him through the expanse of the village's interior. He had been so used to training within the typical training grounds, feeling the icy winds blow a harsh cool breeze across his body, causing the pain to amplify and cause him a slightly more distressing time. This, of course, was his goal. He loved the feeling of discomfort and the idea of the wind blowing through his body, pushing his nervous system.

But recently, he has heard many good things about the new training facility and its beautiful interior. Sure, he had been there before; people had asked him to go there to act as a training partner, but he always felt attached to the idea of training in the same places that the Kage did, out in the wilderness, roughing it within the wild and harsh winds. He could only imagine the level of pain, how he craved to feel the pain that only a kage could feel in battle with those that would be described as power shinobi.

He knew he wasn't anywhere close to that, but he would be. He would be one that would shadow the Kage until he became strong enough to be one of the Kage's chosen. He would be named amongst the strongest of the village if only he gave himself the time he needed to ensure this reality was realized. But until that day, he would continue to push himself farther and farther, to the point of breaking, knowing that his pain would only amplify; thus, so would his pleasure.

Amidst the sterile ambiance of the training facility, Adkira Stands as a solitary figure of intense focus and determination. Unlike the usual disciplined appearance, today, his long, fiery red hair flows freely, cascading down his back like a vibrant waterfall. He generally had it up, held together with a piece of an old sword, but today, he didn't feel like wearing it up; he wanted his strikes to have a wild presence, so he kept it down.

Dressed in a simple yet fitting button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up, Akira's attire is chosen for its practicality, allowing him unrestricted movement as he practices his swordsmanship. The massive sword he wields requires the wielder's strength, of course, but it also requires a profound connection between the wielder and the blade itself, demanding a graceful presence.

He moves with calculation, understanding each step he takes, making sure not to make a mistake, swinging the blade in the air with unerring precision. His green eyes reflect the intensity of his training and his dedication to the craft.

He will continue to swing his blade and train until his hands bleed until someone comes in and stops him from continuing his training.

WC: 466

Hibiki said good bye to his parents after completing his chores and dashed across the roof tops and ran along the various cliffs and roofs to quickly reach the training grounds. He had recently been given a few basic weaponry techniques to begin practising and wanted to put some training time into them. He had discussed his final choice in speciality with old an Amaya and he had agreed that bukijutsu certainly matched Hibiki’s skills and that it certainly wouldn’t hurt his future puppets if Hibiki became more skilled at crafting and augmenting weapons. His decision had been made and Hibiki had purchased a few things to start him off including his cool ivory handled katana that would let him cut with any part of the blade. Hibiki hoped that by studying its construction and use he might be able to create something similar for his puppets.

Hibiki had heard in all the stories that the best way to understand the blade was to become the blade and so he set off with something new to learn and improve on. When he reached the grounds another genin was already training hard with a large sword and Hibiki wandered over to stand next to the other genin but just outside of the swords reach and began to practice a stabbing motion with his sword, repeating the action over and over again and focusing on one specific part of the far wall he was aiming for. His thrusts started of very slow and precise and slowly sped up until he lost control of his aim before repeating the same process.

Hibiki glanced over to the other genin a few times and paused to scratch his head. “Hey that’s a pretty cool sword you got did you want to train together a little? I haven’t really trained here before but everyone tells me it really draws out the best and makes you train to your limits. Maybe Rajin and Fuujin are watching over it or something? That would sure inspire me to do my best and prove my strength!”

Hibiki continued to strike at the air whilst awaiting a reply and then began twirling the sword dextrously around his body and slowly increasing the speed until it became a blur. Hibiki felt pretty cool whilst performing the technique that had been explained to him but he still couldn’t quite accept how effective it would really be in combat. Then  again he reflected that people probably thought puppets would not work very well until the first masters demonstrated their potential.

WC: 426  TWC: 426

During his training, he would begin to feel a presence present itself merely meters away from him. He didn't think anything of it at first, realizing that many people seem to spend their time in the training center, so what was the difference. It wasn't until the footsteps stopped directly beside him that he realized that this presence was more than a passer by. He would stop swinging his blade, and he would look to the child that stood beside him.

His scowl that he wore whilst training would dissolve away and he would place the tip of his blade down to the ground, and rest upon the hilt as he leaned on it. He looked down to the boy and listened to him speak of Raijin and Fuujin, it's a concept that he had heard many times while living in Kumogakure. But he never really took the time to learn anything about them. If there were gods in the sky, then he was sure that they didn't care about his insignificant life or existence, so why would he care about theirs?

He smiled to the boy and he replied to the child's words, "Well hello there, young man. I would love for us to do some training, I think it would be a great time!" He would tilt his head slightly to the side. He had never trained with a child, but who knows, maybe this little thing packed a big enough punch to cause him the pain he was looking for. Even if he didn't, it did no harm to simply throw the blade around the child and if he was honest with himself, he hadn't been taking his training very seriously when it came to fighting others.

If he wanted to draw the blood from an opponent one day, to truly drain somebody, then he was going to need to learn how to fight others. He would continue to the child, "But I will tell you. I'm a bit out of shape these days, so how about you take it easy on this old man, eh?" He would nudge the child with his right hand in a playful manner.

He would then pick up his sword, and he would place it on his right shoulder. "Alright, before we begin. My name is Akira Namikaze. What is yours?"

WC: 390

Hibiki frowned at the offer to spar, glancing down at his sword with a troubled look. “I don’t really know enough about weaponry techniques so don’t want to risk sparring here. I am pretty sure it doesn’t have any seals or protections like the arena and I wouldn’t want to risk hurting you by accident.” Hibiki considered the problem, torn between wanting to train with the genin he had just met but also not getting either of them injured. “Not sure I have heard of you before, are you new in the village or have you been away on missions? I have been a genin for a little while so maybe we can trade some tips or techniques if you like?”

Hibiki moved a little further away and returned his sword back to its sheath and gave a polite and deferential bow as he spoke. “My name is Hibiki Sato, C-Rank Genin. So far I am able to use lightning, water and fire chakra natures and I specialise in puppetry, medical and very recently weaponry. I have also dabbled a little in techniques from other styles as well but I still have much to learn.” Hibiki raised from his bow and smiled a toothy grin. “I am happy to discuss jutsu if you like and train together. May I ask what your elements and specialty’s are?”

Hibiki waited for his new friend to provide his name if he was willing to provide it.

WC 243 TWC 669

Akira would see as the child began to think of the offer to spar, he seemed less than sure to do such a thing. He revealed that he didn't know enough about weaponry techniques to perform such an act without the seals and protections that the arena held within. He said he didn't want to risk hurting the crimson haired genin. This child was much younger than he was, and Akira has been a Genin much longer than this child had been. This became apparent as the child asked if he was new to the village.

He laughed and rested his arm against his sword that was pointed towards the ground. "No I am not new here. I was actually raised in the orphanage. I graduated from the academy much before you had, and fell off the idea of training to further my rank. I instead decided to go in a... different route for my life. But recently I have been trying to pick up my old blade and get back to the act of training and possibly work towards the rank Chuunin."

The child would say that he was a C rank Genin, something that he was surprised by. "Wow. You are quite powerful for such a young child. Color me impressed, young one. I am not so powerful, at least not yet. I do need to get back into training and getting better at using this big ole' thing." He would motion towards his sword.

He asked for what specialties he was working with, and what elements he was proficient in. "I specialize primarily and only in weaponry techniques. I focus my talents on using this big old blade until I can replace it with my true weapon of choice. My only elemental affinity would be water. I don't have much in regards to official jutsu or techniques that I can share with you currently. But I would love to learn any water techniques that you have access to and are willing to teach me." He would pick his sword up and place it on his back on it's hook. He thought it interesting that he would learn by someone so much younger than he, but he was okay with the idea of learning in any way possible.

WC: 379
TWC: 1235