The Hotrock [T/P] [Sen] Jun 17, 2012 12:22:23 GMT -8
Post by ♠Solo♠ on Jun 17, 2012 12:22:23 GMT -8
A new day started fresh. The exams were right around the corner and the shinobi of the village all seemed preoccupied with other events and happenings. One shinobi in particular would not dare miss his opportunity at proving his strength to others. Not just those within his home village of Iwagakure, but his performance would be seen live by the eyes of shinobi and leaders alike, all around the land. His focus was set, which was new for him. The idea of a achieving a new rank forced some anxiety upon his soul in the recent days. With what had been happening around the village and apparently, in other hidden villages, seemed to tilt the planet of axis, if only a little. At least to Kei.
The silent shinobi secretly sat along a large field of earth and dirt, far west of the town and other villagers, a large space was found, perfect for his daily training. He couldn't quite bring himself to be around people for the day, as he had to keep his mind is second gear and work himself till he knew, in his heart, that he was truly ready. He thought he came to terms with everything that had happened but he was still disturbed in the back of his mind. It would be the first time he felt the way he did. The new emotions pouring over him was maddening.
Posterior planted firmly along the ground, his legs were crossed, and his hands came together to form a shinobi seal, known only to their kind. A hand language spoken only through vicious soldiers and stealthy assassins. The seal familiarized as the tiger seal remained, as he focused his body and concentrated on his flowing chakra, allowing it to circulate and breath regularly. He was only too ecstatic to find his calling in the art of ninjutsu. Being from the Earth Country, he was assumed to know the Doton release, which he tried hard to train at younger ages, but only ended in failure.
He remembered the many hours he put into attempting to perform even the most basic of ninjutsu techniques, but to no avail. Being as he was, a rambunctious, hard headed child, he focused on taijutsu, which he found himself to excel at. However times had changed and he needed to take himself more seriously. A realization that caused him to train in a new and different art.
The wind slowly picked up. Inhaling all the dusty tasting air he held it within his body for a few seconds before releasing. His training would begin soon, and he figured he had mentally talked himself up to it. It was time.