The Gōuken Hermit & his Pupil [Private|Training]
Apr 5, 2015 13:11:21 GMT -7
Post by Karisuma, Hono on Apr 5, 2015 13:11:21 GMT -7
A cold breeze drifted the the Rice Fields of Otogakure no Sato, breaking up the warm humid status of the air. It was barely 6 in the morning as the sun rose above the cusp of the horizon. The brilliant blood-orange glow resonated from behind the horizon as it did ever morning. Hono's biological clock had already grown accustomed to waking without alarm or notice. As if some bizarre force was what stirred him. Albeit, it could very well be his Bi Polar disorder that placed him with the obscure sense of insomnia. Granted, insomnia keeps you awake, not wakes you up; but with the unquiet mind of a Bi Polar, Hono couldn't be sure. Shit, he barely knew he had anything going on inside his head.
Strapping himself with the Monk's Gi quickly, he moved over to his Greaves and Guantlets. The soft ting of metal against metal lightly echo'd the small room he resided in. Turning the the window, he pulled him self from within the building and managed to get himself a top the roof to watch as the sun began to rise.
With the sun finally up, Hono smiled and with a minor sigh, he stood and began to make his way out the front of the Gates for a good morning run to refresh him and get his blood flowing. He took the same path every morning to build his endurance, though on this occasion he fell upon something he had never seen.
A small, one roomed, home of wood construct sat in the small collection of trees near the Gates of the village. Never before had Hono seen this place despite his many trips through the area. Was he simply blinded by the nagging in his mind, or is something more suspicious happening? Hono couldn't resist approaching the building, jumping tree from tree and running along branches. Within three meters of the front door, Hono grasped the branch before him with a wide posture as to swing his legs freely through the space made between. Following the momentum, he shot down to the ground with a thud, Hono not grace in the slightest.
Before any moves could be made, a small man with a hunch pushed open his door.
"I-I know, I know.. It's is I, the great Gokusa Nij! Master of Gouken and the style that encompasses the name!" beckoned the old man, who honestly didn't seem like much of anything except insane.
Hono smiled in a bit of a dazed confusion, "Sir, I uh.. apologies, but what is Gouken?" he asked as his finger tips graced the back of his head in awkward silence. He watch the man's face not register emotion at all, irritation as well as joy seemed absent and the man made no sound or motion for the moment be quickly shuffling his way over to a rather large tree, tall and thick. The man postured himself and seemed to take a single breathe before his mass moved in one fluid motion and he smashed a hard fist into the tree, falling it.
"That, boy-o.. is the strength and speed of Gouken. I assumed you came to me in search of my excellent training regiment? Was I wrong?" Gokusa asked as he shuffled himself back to his porch, grabbing a wooden stick to prop his weight on. He didn't seem to flustered by what he just did, just an old body with a young spirit.
"Well, honestly no... but, I love training and getting stronger. I love martial arts, the ability to not only train ones body, but ones mind, is something I always have sought after." Hono gave a meaningful bow to the Hermit before him, "Sir, please. Teach me your ways." The seventeen year old Genin was always suspicious, but this man felt... peaceful.
Without a moment of silence, the old man cackled with laughter and joy, "Oh good. It's been so long since I have had a pupil. Now, first things first, I will give you something on your first day. Go home and focus on this, I doubt that it will come easily." Gokusa went into the history of Gouken briefly and explained that all good fighting techniques come with a stances that helps maximizes the effectiveness of your art.
"Goutetsu no Kamae #1, this is the first stance that I will teach you, this will also be the test to see if your worth my time. Attempt to mimic my previous pose and the stance I held as I fell that tree. Snap to Kirasuma, Hono." Hono snapped into what he thought was the stance, holding himself with his chest out and his muscles tightly. To be honest, he was more shocked into the position. Thoughts began to ran wild within the walls of Hono's mind, the biggest question of all was, "How did he know my full name without me speaking a word of it?" he didn't feel it was time to question him when he was already freely helping him along.
The Blood of the Dragon must of helped him with his observation of the man's form because the old Hermit cheered. "Hono, you must be a Taijustu Master yourself, your body snapped into form like it already knew what to do." The Hermit smiled to Hono as he back; Hono was told to hold himself sturdy and keep good balance as Gokusa began to prod him with the large walking stick he carried, attempting to knock the onyx-haired fellow off balance. With the sun hanging high in the sky, Hono was drenched in sweat, even underneath the cover of the canopy above.
At this point, the had transitioned from the ground to a tree branch; first, standing on top, well braced. Though, this wasn't the hardest part, Hono would no need to hold his stance whilst allowing his Tree Walking Technique to keep him grounded to the underside of the branch. One in the afternoon brought on the first and only break Hono would have on this day as the Hermit seemed to be pushing him harder then what he could handle. It wasn't easy in the slightest.
As the sun began to tuck behind the horizon once more, Hono could be found being beaten with the walking stick of his Hermit Master. No matter if it be a pressure point or the back of his knee, Hono's determination and will wouldn't allow him to budge. The growing annoyance of being poked began to grow on him as his crimson eyes seemed to almost show lavender.
"You may very well be a prodigy my boy. Not only did you complete the stance in one day, you dealt with an obnoxious old man's poking and proding. Good on you. Please.. we train tomorrow." he said as Hono fell from the underside of the branch exhausted. Laying on his back, he panted hard; never before taking something so simple to such extremes. Was this the life he wanted?
With a chuckle, the old man flung him a hunk of break and a small disposable flask of water. "Go on home, I ain't sharin' my bed." he laughed as he closed the door behind himself, leaving Hono with little light to make his way back home with, though it was no matter. The creeping night was refreshing, and Hono had always been a bit Jaded.. so, this wasn't anything to bat an eyelash at.
With only the blood-orange glow of the setting sun lighting the gates, Hono appeared, passing by to his domicile for much needed sleep and relaxation. Shrugging off his gauntlet and greaves he managed to throw himself on his bed where he passed out fully clothed.
(Learned) 5/5 TP
Goutetsu no Kamae #1 (Strong Iron Stance #1)
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A simple upright stance used with most Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron) Practitioners.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture Standing with one arm behind their back and one extended, the user is ready for a quick strike with their fists and feet. This leaves them open for quick spins and jumps that will power their attacks.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron)
Strapping himself with the Monk's Gi quickly, he moved over to his Greaves and Guantlets. The soft ting of metal against metal lightly echo'd the small room he resided in. Turning the the window, he pulled him self from within the building and managed to get himself a top the roof to watch as the sun began to rise.
With the sun finally up, Hono smiled and with a minor sigh, he stood and began to make his way out the front of the Gates for a good morning run to refresh him and get his blood flowing. He took the same path every morning to build his endurance, though on this occasion he fell upon something he had never seen.
A small, one roomed, home of wood construct sat in the small collection of trees near the Gates of the village. Never before had Hono seen this place despite his many trips through the area. Was he simply blinded by the nagging in his mind, or is something more suspicious happening? Hono couldn't resist approaching the building, jumping tree from tree and running along branches. Within three meters of the front door, Hono grasped the branch before him with a wide posture as to swing his legs freely through the space made between. Following the momentum, he shot down to the ground with a thud, Hono not grace in the slightest.
Before any moves could be made, a small man with a hunch pushed open his door.
"I-I know, I know.. It's is I, the great Gokusa Nij! Master of Gouken and the style that encompasses the name!" beckoned the old man, who honestly didn't seem like much of anything except insane.
Hono smiled in a bit of a dazed confusion, "Sir, I uh.. apologies, but what is Gouken?" he asked as his finger tips graced the back of his head in awkward silence. He watch the man's face not register emotion at all, irritation as well as joy seemed absent and the man made no sound or motion for the moment be quickly shuffling his way over to a rather large tree, tall and thick. The man postured himself and seemed to take a single breathe before his mass moved in one fluid motion and he smashed a hard fist into the tree, falling it.
"That, boy-o.. is the strength and speed of Gouken. I assumed you came to me in search of my excellent training regiment? Was I wrong?" Gokusa asked as he shuffled himself back to his porch, grabbing a wooden stick to prop his weight on. He didn't seem to flustered by what he just did, just an old body with a young spirit.
"Well, honestly no... but, I love training and getting stronger. I love martial arts, the ability to not only train ones body, but ones mind, is something I always have sought after." Hono gave a meaningful bow to the Hermit before him, "Sir, please. Teach me your ways." The seventeen year old Genin was always suspicious, but this man felt... peaceful.
Without a moment of silence, the old man cackled with laughter and joy, "Oh good. It's been so long since I have had a pupil. Now, first things first, I will give you something on your first day. Go home and focus on this, I doubt that it will come easily." Gokusa went into the history of Gouken briefly and explained that all good fighting techniques come with a stances that helps maximizes the effectiveness of your art.
"Goutetsu no Kamae #1, this is the first stance that I will teach you, this will also be the test to see if your worth my time. Attempt to mimic my previous pose and the stance I held as I fell that tree. Snap to Kirasuma, Hono." Hono snapped into what he thought was the stance, holding himself with his chest out and his muscles tightly. To be honest, he was more shocked into the position. Thoughts began to ran wild within the walls of Hono's mind, the biggest question of all was, "How did he know my full name without me speaking a word of it?" he didn't feel it was time to question him when he was already freely helping him along.
The Blood of the Dragon must of helped him with his observation of the man's form because the old Hermit cheered. "Hono, you must be a Taijustu Master yourself, your body snapped into form like it already knew what to do." The Hermit smiled to Hono as he back; Hono was told to hold himself sturdy and keep good balance as Gokusa began to prod him with the large walking stick he carried, attempting to knock the onyx-haired fellow off balance. With the sun hanging high in the sky, Hono was drenched in sweat, even underneath the cover of the canopy above.
At this point, the had transitioned from the ground to a tree branch; first, standing on top, well braced. Though, this wasn't the hardest part, Hono would no need to hold his stance whilst allowing his Tree Walking Technique to keep him grounded to the underside of the branch. One in the afternoon brought on the first and only break Hono would have on this day as the Hermit seemed to be pushing him harder then what he could handle. It wasn't easy in the slightest.
As the sun began to tuck behind the horizon once more, Hono could be found being beaten with the walking stick of his Hermit Master. No matter if it be a pressure point or the back of his knee, Hono's determination and will wouldn't allow him to budge. The growing annoyance of being poked began to grow on him as his crimson eyes seemed to almost show lavender.
"You may very well be a prodigy my boy. Not only did you complete the stance in one day, you dealt with an obnoxious old man's poking and proding. Good on you. Please.. we train tomorrow." he said as Hono fell from the underside of the branch exhausted. Laying on his back, he panted hard; never before taking something so simple to such extremes. Was this the life he wanted?
With a chuckle, the old man flung him a hunk of break and a small disposable flask of water. "Go on home, I ain't sharin' my bed." he laughed as he closed the door behind himself, leaving Hono with little light to make his way back home with, though it was no matter. The creeping night was refreshing, and Hono had always been a bit Jaded.. so, this wasn't anything to bat an eyelash at.
With only the blood-orange glow of the setting sun lighting the gates, Hono appeared, passing by to his domicile for much needed sleep and relaxation. Shrugging off his gauntlet and greaves he managed to throw himself on his bed where he passed out fully clothed.
(Learned) 5/5 TP
Goutetsu no Kamae #1 (Strong Iron Stance #1)
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A simple upright stance used with most Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron) Practitioners.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture Standing with one arm behind their back and one extended, the user is ready for a quick strike with their fists and feet. This leaves them open for quick spins and jumps that will power their attacks.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron)
