Jens Marvelous Training Epic [Training, Private]

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"Alright, we could learn other stances, but now let's just get down a few basic punches." Punches? Fuck yes, is all Jens could think. This was his first hand to hand fighting style, and what a one to choose. His sensei appeared to be in a good mood to teach him at least, even though he still held that painful stick in hand. "First get back into your upright stance."

With a nod, he began to remember the steps, while the instructor walked off to another room which appeared to be filled with supplies. Spreading his legs shoulder-length apart, then sliding the right foot backwards, his heel elevating a few inches in the air. His knees and hips bent slightly, aiding his stance's balance. He was happy he managed to get the stance down. Then as the sensei appeared, holding a heavy bag, then chaining it to an extension off the ceiling. As he glanced back to Jens, the genin brought his clenched fists in front of his chin, as his chin went down to his chest. The teacher smiled as the pupil remembered these essentials.

"Okay, now to teach the jab." He imitated the upright stance, and faced the heavy bag. He watched as his sensei moved with such impressive speed, all he saw was a quick jab delivered to the bag, and his hand retracting in an instant. Not that he was moving that fast, only that's the only thing he paid attention to. "There, you try it." Jens, still in his stance, simply launched his right hand forward in a swift punch. It was a reasonable punch, but the instructor was obviously disappointed. "Alright, I should have you go through the mechanics first." Jens realized he most likely made a mistake, as he didn't feel any power or technique was really applied.

"Alright, first, as you get ready for a jab, bring your right foot back even farther, so that it's a foot to a foot and a half away from you." He complied with these instructions, as his foot was back a reasonable distance, at least 18 inches. "Alright, now push your feet so they're inward, and make your arms parallel with each other." Doing so, he started to feel weird. Finally, for the last instructions, "Now, go in for a jab, while tilting your head in the process, then retract your fist as soon as you get a hit on the bag."

He took a deep breath, calming his mind, ridding the idea of another failure. His right hand went in, at a speed that was actually faster than the previous, managing to surprise him actually. His head tilted a little to the right, which with yet another astonishing fact, made the punch feel like it was moving more smoothly. The bag was hit, only moving backwards from the jab a few inches, not too much of a surprise for such a weak hit. The arm retracted back, keeping the upright stance, his eyes focused on the bag for a few seconds. Finally, he looked to the instructor, who leaned casually against the gym wall, had yet another smile, though in a rather amused fashion. "Hah, you're a natural."

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"Alright, another good punch to know is the hook." Due to the generality of it, Jens was familiar with this punch his instructor spoke of. The heavy bag remained in it's position, chained to the ceiling. The instructor took an upright stance, and his body language suggested Jens should do the same, which he did. Instead of demonstrating the punch, he decided to explain the mechanics to him, and moving slowly.

"To start, bend the front leg to the hand you're performing the hook with, leaning your weight to that leg." He did so, while in slow motion it appeared rather creepy, so the genin decided to wait until he knew all the details. "Aim the fist a few inches away and past your target, then let it come back and hit them." He then, going in a normal motion, performed a beautiful hook with his right fist.

Turning to Jens, leaving the stance, he further instructed him, "Twist your torso as you go, and let your hip whip from one side to the other as you punch. Be sure to get your first two knuckles in their for the most damage, and get back to stance quick." Jens nodded, then took a breath, running through the details once more. Finally, with his right leg in front, he leaned his weight into it as it bent. His right fist, which was in front of his face, swung forward, going off to the side slightly. As he moved, his right hip and torso twisted with the punch, as he was a few inches away from the bag, it curved in and hit the bag, full force.

He saw the bag take the impact, and it swung back and forth, as his fist pulled back quickly. The instructor looked at the bag, judging the hook. He had a tiny smile once more, "Not bad, I actually had to move so the bag wouldn't hit me, hehe. Just remember your first two knuckles are the most important, your index finger's knuckle really didn't get in there." Jens looked a little disappointed, still managing to face criticism. "Good work, though, that's half of the basic punches down!"

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"Oh come on, Kane, you're telling me that punch wasn't weak shit?!" A muscular man in a tank top and compression shorts suddenly approached Jens and his instructor, shouting this. "Uh... What?" The instructor said, looking a little confused. Suddenly he was pushed away by this large man, and stared the pupil in the eyes, "Alright boy, first off, that was wrong!" Now Jens was confused too, "Uh... Why?

The man looked ready to pop a vein, "Simply enough, you're not putting the right amount of force into it! First off, if you don't get that punch right, you'll be treated like a whimp in the ring! Then aim it six and eight inches past the target, and as it curves, that distance will be made it up!" After wiping the spit off his face, Jens was surprised to see this man's knowledge of the mechanics, especially with his Neanderthal appearance. He stared at the man in slight disgust and annoyance, what was this anyways? Some guy who thinks he's all that, randomly barging into a private training session and telling him what to do? Bullshit. "Why should I worry about you?" He didn't care if his muscles rippled, he wasn't scared. But then the giant man vociferated, "Just do it!"

While the two instructor's decided to have a shouting match, Jens spent those ten minutes to take the advice he received, despite Kane's protests to ignore them. He stared at the bag, concentrating. "You're going down, you son-of-a-bitch." He knew it was a bag, he just liked being randomly epic. His left hand thrust to the side of the bag, going slightly past the bag, just as the buff man said. That asshole better be right about that info. Were his thoughts during this moment. It curved, as his hip whipped to his right, and then a powerful hit made contact with the heavy bag. He watched it swing about, while it only moved a few inches, and quickly reduced in swing, it was still impressive to watch.

His original instructor returned, Jens already back to a casual pose, acting like he wasn't practicing. The instructor had sweat beading down his forehead, he seemed a little irritated as well. "Good, at least you didn't take that fool's guidance, you're better off without it, trust me." Jens knew that was a lie, but brushed off the fact. He enjoyed his little secret with a tiny innocent smile.

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"Now to continue, we'll learn how to throw the cross." The instructor said. This punch sounded a little less familiar, "Um, what is that?" The sensei looked a little irritated to the question, obviously not wishing to take too much time with explaining things verbally. "It's the opposite of the jab. You punch with the rear hand, focusing on strength, not speed." Sounded like a weird name for such a punch, but sadly he didn't get to make the decisions. He remained in his upright stance since last time, realizing he'd most likely need it again. The sensei smiled to this realization, and went straight to explanations.

"Alright, now for the cross, most of the mechanics are similar to the stance. Feet shoulder width apart, and knees bent. Which it looks like you already have, good." Jens looked down, confirming this was true. He was used to doing this, after remembering his fall when messing this part up. "But when winding up the cross, you need to have the hand you're not using for the punch to point at the other opponent, while cocking the shoulder of the arm you do use, back." Jens motioned his words, his right hand pointing at the bag, but the instructor ended up bursting out in laughter at what he saw, quicker than he could work on cocking his shoulder back. "No! Point with a clenched fist! Hahah!" Jens blushed a little, as he saw his index finger literally pointing to the bag. Upon fixing it, the instructor gave a tiny nod. His shoulder cocked back shortly afterwards.

"Now focus your weight and strength into your rear foot, and as you launch forward, twist practically everything in your body except your face. Like a general pivot." Jens attempted what he said. He moved slowly though, allowing the instructor to critique his performance. His legs and feet twisted, as his shoulder cocked back, right hand pointed to the bag properly, his arm moving forward. Watching carefully, Jens moved in as his fist gave a small tap against the bag, only using his middle knuckle, not applying strength yet, in case he made a mistake and would hurt himself. "Good start, but remember to twist your torso and hips too."

He was getting accustomed to this trial and error thing he constantly found himself in, and he knew after taking that deep inhale, was always that moment where he pulled it off. Turns out luck was on his side, as he cocked his left shoulder back, right hand in a clenched fist pointing at the bag, he launched the fist forward. Power in his foot as it pivoted in, twisting, the power surging up his body. It actually felt amazing in a way. His fist made contact with the bag, and it flew back a little, not enough to force the chain to pull it back, showing he needed more strength. Things came slowly though, and this was a decent pace. "Like always, you get it." The instructor had that same casual smile.

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"You're doing impressively good, now for the last of the punches and we can call it a day." Jens was surprised how much he was getting done with the essentials. It had been like 30 minutes, yet he was on this good of a start. "Ready whenever you are." The ninja said with a tiny nod. "It's a little different from the other punches, so pay attention. Once again in upright stance, he awaited commands.

"Just to make sure you get a good idea, here's the basic way the punch works." The instructor paused for a second getting into upright stance, then performed an uppercut, it a mere five seconds. It was obvious he was moving slowly too. "There, a punch like that, but bend your front leg as you do it, and only for this punch, push off the ball of your front foot for extra power."


This punch did stand out from the others to an extent, but the genin went to work on trying it out. He stared at the bag, not thinking much about the logic of punching the bag, more into actually punching the bag with this punch. He stared at the bag intensely, as if it was his opponent, and then leaned in, his knees bending as he got closer. His right arm, clenched into a tight fist as it soared up, but then came to a stop as he realized an issue with this tactic. How does he perform an uppercut on a bag? Pausing in confusion, his fist mere inches from the bag, he looked to the instructor puzzled, "Uh... How do I punch it like this?"

The sensei stood there for a few seconds, bewildered at the thought. "Hm, never thought of that." He gave a tiny chuckle, "Here's a different idea." He stood to the right of Jens, a tiny smile on his face, "Try it out on me." The ninja looked astonished, literally found at a loss of words for the idea. "Just give it a shot, I can handle it. I'm not a teacher for nothing, you know. A last tip is to let your right shoulder and hip twist with the punch, to make it less restrained." His smile turned into more of a taunt. Jens, still not fully comfortable with the idea, gave a small nod, "Ummm... Sure, I guess."

He turned to face his sensei, and re-entered the upright stance. Their eyes locked, both serious. The sensei added his own way of reality to the practice by taking the stance as well. Jens took a breath, and began the protocol for the punch, then found himself halting midway. He couldn't muster the guts to punch him. "Look, I really don't wanna-" The sensei intervened, his voice reaching a new height of deepness, "Just do it!!!" A little scared by the call, Jens went in again. Clenching his eyes, he leaned in, knees bending. His fist went up in the air, and as it did, he twisted his right shoulder and hip. He could feel the punch connecting with the Kane's chin, and his breath was held. It still felt wrong, no matter what he agreed to.

Soon he realized he couldn't feel the feeling of the sensei's chin bone, as his fist soared up in the air. He opened his eyes to the realization that the instructor was knocked back by the punch. Stumbling backwards, he finally caught himself against the wall, seven feet away from them. He released a tiny groan in pain, Jens showed a look of sympathy, regretting the whole idea. Kane ignored it quick, giving a quick spit to a nearby pale, Jens able to notice the slight scarlet red dye to it. Did he really make him bleed? Acting as if nothing happened, the sensei looked at him with another smile, "Good work, you've got these punches down!"

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Thrity minutes until the building closed, that's when drama arose. A kid barged through the door, "KAAAAAANNNNEEEE!!!" He wore some sort of robes for a martial arts, all white. "Who's this loser?!" He looked to Kane, then to Jens. Apparently these two had some form of history, as Kane had a look of nostalgia, quickly becoming a look of anger. "Look, Tim, I told you that we were done. You're not made for boxing, and you don't have the attitude to learn!

The two stared at each other in anger, then surprising Kane with a punch to the guts. There was something off with the situation, either this kid had anger issues, or things just spiraled out of control. Kane was notably affected, hunched over gasping for breath, coughing. Even if he wasn't made for boxing, he definitely had brawn. "Am I good 'nuff yet?! Kane held his ground, refusing to submit to the kid's will. Even Jens knew this wasn't the process to gaining respect. While in pain, the instructor gave a simple shake of his head.

"Dammit, you have one more chance!" Secluded, nobody else was nearby to help in this situation, other than Jens. This 'last chance' involved the kid pulling out a knife. Time to act. Moving closer to the brat, he went into upright stance, Jens thought reflexively, as he bent his right knee, and pushed off the ball of his left foot, moving in for a punch. The kid's face just turned as a reaction, making things better for a connection. He had no idea what he was doing, but it was too late to change things. His left shoulder had lowered, and was now rising. His left arm formed a right angle at the joint, and his hips twisted. Weight went through his body, lessening from his left foot and into his arm. A nice uppercut connected with the kid's chin.

Kane looked in shock, starting to recover from the injury. He watched the kid fall backwards as a result from the punches damage. Seconds later, after the silence from the moment, other people finally rushed in from the sound of a conflict. The shouts were a little out of the ordinary from regular training. Two other instructors arrived, and helped Kane in his state, and questioned him of the situation. One of them faced Jens, "I don't know exactly what happened, but you may wanna leave for today. We'll make sure everything gets set in order." He did as told, and departed the gym, reclaiming his weapons. As he left, he had the thoughts of his new power going through his head. Were they really that useful to knock a kid out in one punch? Then again, with the five year gap, it wasn't exactly acknowledgeable. Though now he'd rejoice in his new style, and happily come back the next day to learn more.

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Jens had to find something to do the following day, as the gym was closed for renovations. He wanted to learn more boxing things, but for today, he'd do something else. After another trip he attained every D ranked jutsu related to the lightning release he could get his hands on. This would be something interesting to look into. After learning all of these, he'll most likely use up his time and chakra for today.

His usual private training spot was now consumed by children, wishing to play their own games. He wish not to bother them, so he simply looked for another nice open area in the village. This area he discovered seemed reasonable. Some buildings blocked off the sun, leaving him in the cool shade. It was rather circular, abandoned at the moment. A little less than half of the circumference was arced around by the village wall, the rest surrounded by walk ways and buildings. "Looks reasonable..." The only obstruction in the area was a bench, which was not much of an obstacle, but as it was consumed by the shade, made it a good spot for rest. He set his scrolls down on the area in the meantime, "Now let's get this started!"

Sitting on the bench, he opened the first scroll. This technique enabled the wielder to be capable of infusing sparks into a projectile. That sounded rather fancy, and he had the tools to try it. Unzipping his butt bag, he pulled out a couple of kunai, and began working on the jutsu. Looking at the scroll once more, he observed the hand signs, as it appeared only one hand would be required for this.

He pushed the scroll off to the side, deciding that he could remain casual and sit for this, no harm, right? He held one of the kunai's in hand, looking at the projectile, it's onyx black coloring almost blending in with the shadows. Holding it in his left, he began weaving signs with his right. After six signs were formed, he felt chakra beginning to forming, and channeled it to his right hand. Focus on the kunai, he didn't even wince to the sight of a child calling out to him. Then again, a random man playing with his tools in the middle of nowhere looked rather disturbing, didn't it?

He poured chakra into the projectile, as a small amount of sparks began to trickle along the blade appendage of the weapon. Now, at this moment, he had it learned, but he wasn't satisfied. What kind of lame ass would be happy with a few sparks? "Weak." He then proceeded to focus more chakra into the projectile. Sparks began surging at a more visible rate, though only for a few seconds. Pushing it to a limit too far, a small surge and a zap sound was heard, before he dropped the kunai in pain, as the sparks had shocked him from the discharge. The damn jutsu backfired on him, just like the previous one! "Ow, ow, ow, fuck, ow."

Cradling his hand, as it was numb, noticeably red, he stared at it, then to the scroll, then to the weapon. He looked at the scroll once more, then spotting a tiny amount of fine print at the bottom. Reading it, he discovered what would happen if he did that. Luckily his chakra wasn't strong enough, otherwise a little more could've paralyzed that hand. He looked to the old parchment in annoyance, "Who the hell puts that in fine print?!" Ah, well this was a perfect example of trial and error. That was good for now though.

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That was his first lightning jutsu down, although it didn't go very well, he was proud. Having to already call a fifteen minute break while his hand recovers from the incident, he momentarily departed for a snack. A few hello's with friends not seen in a while, along with a quick purchase at the local mini-mart, Jens now returned to his training spot with a ham sandwich and beer, good combo?

After finishing the meal, still half a bottle of the alcohol left, he opened up the next scroll on the pile. A kunai compass? Sounded boring, though he knew better than that. Compasses were important for survival, that's why he took the time to leave and find another book titled, 'Compasses for Dummies.' He took time to read the book, making sure he had a good comprehension of your average compass. Before, he only knew about the pointy thingy, now he knew enough to at least get that it always pointed north.

Now actually educated with the jutsu, he viewed the scroll once more to see how it worked, and then enjoyed the thought of the jutsu. So he'd be screwing with another kunai and the Earth's magnetic forces just to make a compass, total Mc'Guiver moment.
Past the thoughts, he set one of the kunai he drew earlier onto the ground, and stared at it. Soon he went to weaving hand signs for the jutsu, working hard to remember each sign properly. The final seal formed, he focused chakra, closing his eyes for a second to make sure he built it up.

Placing a hand on the kunai, the chakra poured into the kunai. After a little bit, the kunai did not move. He was about to stop, before realizing he should learn from mistakes, and checked the scroll for any dangers by pouring in too much chakra. Thankfully, there was none. Looking back to the kunai, he slowly let more of his chakra flow into the projectile, finally stopping when it fidgeted. It was shaking a little, but made no subtle movements, so he worked a little more chakra in.

Finally, the kunai started spinning at a slow rate. It paused, still ever carefully shaking, and it was different then where he started, so he knew the compass had to be facing north. Flipping through his book about compasses again, he checked out the section that explained cardinal directions, and understood which way was where. Never eat soggy waffles? Lame acronym, but he enjoyed the new accomplishment. Staring back to the book, he then looked to the blue sky, without a cloud, "Hah! Another one down!" Then, as if perfect timing, a teenager passed him on a bike, watching the situation, "Loser!" He didn't notice the taunt though.

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Another break taken, deciding to let his chakra consumption not go away too fast, and the weekend was planned out anyways. Today for training, tomorrow for boxing lessons, the day after that a mission, then the next day to partying. That's his fucking dreamland. While training wasn't the funnest, he was able to dream of what he could use it for as a result. With every jutsu he dreamed of how it could exterminate an army of shinobi after it was well trained.

Though after the last two, he had to admit something. He felt like a wuss doing nothing but putting a few sparks in his kunai and using them for compasses, what was he, a boy scout? Sure it'd save his life, but he'd rather kill other people instead with the powers he learned, or even better, save them. Time to try something fun. He finished his beer and found a scroll, opening it and finding out if it was something offensive first. Luckily it actually was. Lightning ball? Excellent.

Standing up for this one, he began to weave hand signs in practically an instant. He paused to make sure he had it right, glancing to the scroll, which it was, perfect. He began to form chakra on the palm of his right hand, as it faced him. The ball began to form, being able to tell that it was just a little bit bigger than the orbs made from Habani no Shinka. It was most likely about 8 centimeters long.

"Now!" He was ready to perform a test fire. With one epic step forward as his knee bent, he winded his arm back and whipped it forward as if throwing a baseball. Then he realized the ball in his hand had withered away before it even left his hand. No sense came from this, as Jens looked puzzled at the now empty palm. Reviewing the scroll, he found out that the user must remain quiescent to launch the ball. "Seriously? These little setbacks are pissing me off!" Annoyed, he gave it another shot, his mind locked on remaining in a solitary position.

Weaving the signs in one last attempt, he looked directly at the palm of his hand as he held it open, watching the chakra form. Sparks started to make crackling noises, then quickly formed together into a little ball of lightning chakra. Then a stray spark shot out to his face, burning his cheek. "Ai!" Escaped his lips, then gritting his teeth to the searing feeling. The lesson to this was to have it not face him apparently.

His hand now facing out to the sky, he wound his hand back, leaving his legs in place, then whipped the arm out, as the ball flew off into the distance. He watched it until it was no longer visible. Impressive, looking at the scroll again, he looked at how it claimed contact with a human would cause paralysis, which seriously, sounded more helpful to a ninja than a compass.