memories, flashback training, private

[G I S E I]

T E C H N I Q U E

Point Blank Shot
Rank: "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: A technique that gives the user greater proficiency within the range of 10 meters.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With this technique the user has learned how to combat against opponents within 10 meters without fear or fumbling with their weapon. They gain the courage and ability to perform combat without much effort. This is a prerequisite technique for more popular techniques. What good is an Marksman if they are not ready to battle while in close range.
Limit: Must be a Marksman.

To hunt, to survive.
THE TRAINING
Zero out of Ten
Training Points Reached

'Giving money for food is not worth it.' Thus, I hunt for my food. Not only that I spare money for food but I also know where my food has been coming from, where it was, how its life went or so. With that mindset, I picked up my bow, together with some of mine specially made trained wooden arrows. They were the same weight and width as my wooden arrows, with the only difference being that they did not cost me anything at all as I made them specially for myself. I couldn't make much though as I lacked the materials to make more than four. With four arrows inside my made up quiver, I managed to get myself to a distanced point of the village, near where the village met the forest. I perhaps disobeyed a law for stepping inside the forest, but did it matter? Did I do it for selfish reasons? Was in not because I wanted to feed myself? Truly, I wouldn't go give out the secrets of the village - secrets which I didn't know and most importantly, didn't care about.

I just wanted to hunt down for my foot and to improve my skills in marksmanship. I have never considered myself as a physically active person and in combat, perhaps, close combat from the type of hand-to-hand would pretty much mean my doom, thus, what I decided to train was something that would provide me some sort of a combat ability if I was, for an example, lets say, restrained to use my chakra based abilities. Thus, I decided to stop on marksmanship. Now, we live in modern times, information is gathered with ease and is accessible to everybody so it didn't take me much effort to walk up to a library and gather information on what I needed. I also saw that incredibly disgusting guy looking me up... Yuck... His eyes were everywhere. Anyhow, because of that individual, I wasn't able to assimilate much of the information from the book which I only finished half-through, reading about no more than a couple of techniques. I honestly hate that guy. I hate guys. Damn.

I walked deeper in the forest and sharpened my senses. The feeling of touch as every breeze would help me be aware of my surroundings. The sense of sight when every little bush would move, the feeling of scent to smell whether there is a corpse around or not, which would mean animals feeding off it, an animal path nearby on which an animal was brought down or predators around... My concentration was at it highest point as I reached for my bow which was resting on my back and prepared to load an arrow. From then on now, it was all waiting for me. I remained on the same spot for a couple of minutes. A hunter had to wait and had to fuse with the surrounding areas so the animal would approach him or would feel comfortable around me to to give out its location. I waited, and waited. The bow and arrow were inside my hands and I was ready to shoot an arrow at any moment. The training I decided to go for required me to shoot the animal from a distance of less than ten meters. That was not going to be an easy task, or so I found out after I saw what my prey would be.

I heard a sound coming from a nearby bush. Something was moving there - something big and most likely, something dangerous as well. I stealthy stepped there making sure that whatever was beyond that point didn't hear me or sense me, even though I knew that animals had a higher perception that humans. I came from the animal's rear. It was a boar. A big one as well and it was feeding off to something on the ground. What it was feeding at didn't concert me. I stepped closer making sure that I didn't step on any branch of a sort or in other words, making sure that the animal did not notice me and when I was in a distance of ten meters from the boar, I pulled the string of the bow. I felt how every muscle on my arm strained as I did so and then, how all the pressure on my arm went away when I released the string, releasing the arrow towards the boar.

I missed.

The boar was alerted from the arrow and instantly turned its attention towards me. Needless to say, it wasn't in a good mood after I tried to shoot it. It instantly turned its aggression towards me and I felt that it was not going to go well. I was still a novice shinobi back then and I did not have much techniques in my arsenal. I had nothing that gave me advantages in an actual combat and that was going to prove to be a problem for me at that point. I had three arrows left and a wild boar that was preparing to attack me. I was ten meters away from it and at first, I was too shocked at my own failure to move. How did I miss? But then I realized that it was because of the range - the range which was quite closer than what it was in the previous times I went hunting. Normally, I shot the animals from a distance but this time, I was closer and my aim needed to be more precise while I also needed to forget everything which I learned and ignore the laws of hunting when it came to wind and positioning.

With point black shooting, the target was right in front of me and I didn't need to calculate that much. The time the arrow would use to travel to the animal would be short. I wouldn't need to aim. Before the animal rushed into an attack towards me, I loaded another arrow and instantly pulled the string, At that moment, the boar rushed towards me in an offensive pursuit. I released  the string, I shot.

I missed, partially.

I managed to hit the boar with the arrow, however, I hit the back of it and I know that every hunter knows that this does nothing but to enrage the boar. It gave out a battle roar as it ran towards me at a faster pace. It was then when I screamed to myself inside my mind. "RUN!" And I did so. The boar was on my chase, I had only two arrows left and I needed to bring it down. Talk about training against a moving object...  It was literally on my chase and I knew better that I was unable to outrun an animal. God, I was even unable to outrun a human with obesity. My body was weak and it was then when I realized that hunting was probably a bit more than what I could swallow. It was too late though. I couldn't pause, I couldn't rewind. I had to survive and I had to do it using my intellect. The chase continued for not more than five seconds before I stopped unexpectedly. The animal didn't expect that, neither did it expect me moving from its way a foot or so so it could continue running forwards without being able to strike me. Much like what bull-fighters did.

The animal ended up a couple of feet away from me to my forth. It was my time. I loaded an arrow, pulled the string, felt the sensation of muscles inside my arm somewhat tearing but then, it all felt better as I released the string and directed one of my arrows towards the boar.

I missed, the vital zone.

This time, however, it was all better because the arrow went inside the leg of the boar and also managed to go out of it and to stick itself to the ground which ultimately meant that I would have a little bit more time to react as it would be immobilized for a small period of time. It was then when I drew my last arrow out of my quiver. I made a couple of steps backwards so I would be in a safe distance if the boar suddenly got an eruption of power and decided to attack. I loaded the arrow as I was exactly ten meters away from the boar. It was my final attempt and if I missed, for what I knew, that arrow could also end up killing me so I could not afore to miss. I pulled t he string. I was getting more and more used to the sensation of my muscles being strained, but it was still something new to me. I aimed. I was at a really close distance but this time, I knew what I had to take under consideration and what I didn't have to. The boar seemed to be finally able to move when I was ready to shoot and I had to calculate in which direction it was going to move. It had to turn to me so it could attack me and I had to decide which way it was going to turn. The back right foot of the animal was hurt, so I decided it would turn right. It was a wild guess. I shot, considering nothing but the possible position the animal would get into. The arrow flew towards the boar...

[Captain M]

For fuck's sake Mihail. I'd give you more if I could.

+10

LEARNED

[G I S E I]

T E C H N I Q U E

Precise Shot
Rank: "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: User can shoot weapons at an opponent engaged in melee combat without risk of hitting someone else.
Special: ---
Drawback: This does not include Grappling.
Description: Another prerequisite technique that brings the Marksman even closer to combat without fumbling or worry of using the weapon. Normally without this technique there is a chance that the user could miss and hit someone else whom is engaged in melee combat to whomever the user wishes to attack. This technique makes the user proficient in hitting the target even if the target is engaged in close combat with someone else.
Limit: Must be a Marksman. Must know Point Blank Shot.

Training to perfection.
THE TRAINING
Zero out of Ten
Training Points Reached

It came time when I knew I had to train as well. For the next technique I trained, I against picked the forest as a training field as it was without a doubt the perfect practice spot for a marksman much like me. I chose a tree - a tree not so big, a tree not so small. Once again, I was carrying my bow with myself, together with my five practice arrows which were just as good as the ordinary ones when it came for training with the only difference being that they would cost me technically nothing if I lost them while the paid ones would obvious cost me money and all. I painted my room earlier that year in two colors - purple and black and I still had some leftover paint with myself so I picked that up with myself as well as I would need it for the training. I found a tree. A wide tree and I knew exactly how to use it for my training. I mixed the paint with water and soon created a liquid substance that would pain the tree as I wished. I took a brush out of the plastic bag that I was carrying with myself as certainly, I wouldn't bring paint and forget to bring a way to use it.

I dipped the brush inside the paint bucket - first, the purple one and drew a dot in the tree. That was all I drew. Then, I dipped it again, this time, in the black one and drew a small circle around the dot. I am pretty sure you already get the idea of what I was doing. I was creating a target. After the black circle came a purple one, bigger but I intentionally made it thinner. After that, I made another black circle which was big and wide and after that, I finished with a purple circle which was again thin but bigger than the black one. I was done creating the aim and was about to create my own rules for my training. I needed to learn how to shoot with precision. In a mission, as much as I would normally give no damn about others, I might end up in a situation in which I had to save somebody from the dreadful grip of an enemy without shooting them instead and for that, I needed to practice. That was why I drew the purple lines thinner than the black lines - the purple lines were my comrade who I needed to not shoot with my arrows while the black lines were the enemy who I had to aim at.

I made steps behind. About ten steps, actually as I was now thirty feet away from the tree or in other words, ten meters which was close to my minimal shooting range. I pulled the string of my bow as I once again felt how the muscles inside my right arm got pulled. I was used to it but it was still causing me pain. I looked at the target. I had to hit a black line and to avoid hitting a purple one at all cost - that was the goal of my training. I released the string after I aimed, the arrow flew, it hit, but I had no time to see whether I made the hit or not. I had to load another arrow and pull the string yet again. I pulled the string, I aimed, I released the string. Again. Again. Again, until all of my arrows penetrated the tree before me. That was what my training would be like. When I was out of arrows, I allowed my hand to rest for a moment as I walked to the tree to see how many of the targets I had hit right and how many I had hit wrong.

Two out of five.

Not good at all, but at the same time, not all that bad as it was still a start. I was still an amateur with the bow and the arrow so two hits out of five was not all that bad. I retrieved my arrows as I stepped back again. Again, ten meters away from the target. I could still see the holes I had from my success and I could still see the holes I had from my failure. I loaded the first arrow to my bow. I aimed and then close my eyes. As chiched as it might sound, I actually entered a dimension of inner peace and calmness where I could feel every single breeze. Don't laugh. That was necessary as I was calculating the wind. I could feel how it blew into my arm and with a gentle adjustment, I moved my hand a little to the right as the wind was blowing left towards the direction of my arrow. I pulled the string. I released it and while I was onto that, I already had another one loaded. I didn't bother moving my hand with the bow nor did I bother opening my eyes. Precision. Concentration. Concentration and precision. That was all which I needed. I needed no sight nor other senses. I opened my eyes after I had the final arrow shot.

Four out of five that time. Was I doing any better?

Better but not perfect. That one arrow which I missed could be the life of my comrade in a battle and more importantly, the reason why I wouldn't get paid for the mission after I ended up killing a comrade. I wouldn't care if it was a male though. Anyhow, I needed to practice that final one arrow. The third time I would attempt to shoot the five arrows, I would do so with my eyes closed once again but this time, my concentration would be on an entirely new level as I would be feeling every single breeze of the wind. The arrows were positioned less than an inch vertically from one another in my previous attempt which meant that the reason they did not penetrate one another was the wind and the wind, I was going to use to gain precision. I pulled the string of my bow, I aimed, I shot...

[Captain M]

You make me ashame of my posts now...You glad?

LEARNED

[G I S E I]

T E C H N I Q U E

Ironhide, Lesser
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User can turn theirs or another skin into a resilient skin to negate sneak attacks.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this technique is touch. Target is 1 creature touched. Duration of this technique is 1 minute per Class Level. The target's skin gains an iron-like resilience. The Jutsu grants a 25% chance that any critical hit or sneak attack that hits the target is negated and the damage from the attack is applied normally (no additional effects).
Limit: Must know Earth Release.

As easy as a night turns day, the hunter may turn prey.
THE TRAINING
Zero out of Ten
Training Points Reached

As was my mood invested in the course of the hunt, my mind couldn't help but dwell, to wonder: what if it had me that was against me and not a tree to shoot against? What if the onslaught of arrows was targeted at my own very flesh and my survival depended on endurance far greater than the one I had already established through my earlier youth? Endurance. Physical endurance and thick skin were certainly a requirement on any and all battlefields and among the two, I possessed just one. The thickness of my skin, however, was easily achievable through the release of the earth element, or so logic would incline me to deduce. The handseal was "ram" and the concept was simple. 

Running chakra through my body came as natural as each breath of oxygen I had ever taken which was just as natural as was the focusing of chakra especially onto the my left arm; from the elbow across the forearm, up to the wrist. Visualization - key factor to NinJutsu. My eyes were closed for my very first performance; I visualized: the microscopical pores of my skin all to the final one turned into a miniature gazer of akin colored semi-liquefied chakra that would erupt barely past the exit of the pore and sink back onto the skin, albeit, staying there. I opened my eyes after I released my chakra; needless to say, the texture of my my forearm's skin was different than before as it appeared much alike sore had grown atop my skin. I knew, however, that it was no sore and my next touch onto my forearm confirmed it. 

The surface on scratch was thicker and far more dusty - much akin a thin layer of cement after it is dried out. Pleased with the general  result,  I knew there was more that could be wanted. I scratched off the remaining substance and closed my eyes again; this time, the liquid erupting from my pores would be faster and thicker, which I would only imagine would give it a denser, darker coloration. That was alright; the aesthetically pleasing holds no value when one is at the border between life and death. Once I finished I opened my eyes to once again meet my own expectations of result. The coloration of the substance was differently darker and upon touch, the area was thicker; so thick in-fact, that a knock on it would give a weak echoing sound, unlike the previous time when it would just sound like knocking on sand stuck atop a wet skin. 

The results were satisfying and yet, I wasn't I needed something else - something final; something definite. Danger, I needed danger. I needed pain, for only it was evident of perseverance. Plus, I was still to become the tree I was aiming at and there was no way I would allow my training to end before I'd be in that role. The matter was no longer about the earth release; it was about the thrill; the thrill of pain & the necessity of success. I walked around and retrieved some of the typical to rain forest's vines. Crafting a quick, very basic trap proved to be no issue after I had gathered and thinned the vines.

It was going to be a gamble, or so I told myself as I gathered ten sticks altogether to use as arrows. Six of them, I would leave dull and four of them, I would sharpen with a penetrative edge. I armed the arrows to the traps, all with me as a center point and all within a vine's pull away from activation. I performed the universal for earth techniques handsign and oozed the thick layer of chakra from every single pore of my body, opposite to the previous time when I would only coat my forearm. The sensation was odd, albeit, the oddness was necessary. I pulled the first vine and the first arrow shot at me at a great velocity. 

The protective layer crumbled; my skin was intact - the arrow was among the dull ones. The ratio was now five to four. I performed the sign again  focusing more of my chakra in the technique, for normally, it should have completely stopped the first dull arrow. Once it felt solidified I took a breath and pulled the second vine. The arrow flew towards me, again, destroying protective layer and burying half a quarter of an inch inch under my thigh's skin. The technique failed; the arrow was a sharp. A moan from the mixed sensation of pain and adrenaline-brought pleasure couldn't help but escape my mouth as I yanked the arrow out of my thigh and tossed it onto the grow. My blood was running but the damage was not severe enough for attention.

The odds were again greatly in favor of a dull arrow, so pulling one would be needless. I skipped the handsign and the closing of my eyes as those were steps I needed to take just to get the basic feel of the technique. That time, I pulled onto three of the remaining eight arrows at once. At least one of them was bound to be a sharp one, was it not? The thrill excited me, as did the answer to the question - would it pierce through my shield; would my shield prevent the harm; would I suffer? 

The arrow flew as I regrew the protective layer of my skin. 

[Deleted]

Learned -

Just so you know, you wrote double the amount of writing I'd normally require for 10 training points.

As a new D rank ninja it only needs 2-3 paragraphs of about 5 lines to earn your training points.

Not that you can't write more, or that it isn't quality writing. But you could get a bit more out of your effort if you'd like to.