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[Akihiko Yukimura]

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Tsurutsuru Kobushi: Sotsuji Shindou (Sudden Impact)

Rank: D

Skill: Taijutsu

Effect: Knocks the target away from the user.

Special: None

Drawback: None

Description: A technique developed to push away an opponent rather than harm them. An inexperienced user of this stance and technique will need to slide on a surface in order to gain the proper momentum. This is an open palmed strike that is aimed towards a target’s torso. The user swings his/her palm from below the targets waist or lower half. If it connects, the strike will usually send the target flying backwards. Of course, weight and other factors will need to be considered.

Limit: Universal TaiJutsu

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Name: Training Day - Taijutsu
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: The Mizukage requests that his shinobi be strong in body. Train a basic Body Art technique and reap the benefits of physical labor.
Objective: Train a D-ranked technique in Taijutsu.
Reward: 4000 ryo

Akihiko stood in an open area, the sky cloudy as the air around him was hazy with the Village's namesake. He was in his mission clothing, his grey robes, tactical vest, stuffed with his weapons- aside the katana on his back- and shoes. Before him in the moderate sized clearing was a log, standing straight up. It was not stuck in the ground, nor was it held in place in anyway save it's balance and weight. This technique was simple, which was what he wanted to begin with. After all, this was his first time training completely alone on a technique he chose to learn of his own free will. 

He had laid down some gravel before the log, a line of it leading from it to him. It had been a simple task to obtain it legally, and a small price to pay. The technique he planned to learn was all about knocking his opponent backwards, away from the user. It was recommended to begin with sliding on a surface to build up momentum, and he had too many experiences as a child gaining momentum on gravel. He had a couple of faded scars to prove it. 

He gave himself a little distance from the log, hoping this would be enough. The ninja was crouched low, ready to charge and bring his palms under what he designated the "waistline" of the log by making a cut with his kunai. A gentle breeze caressed his skin, and dislodged a leaf from a nearby tree. He waited for it to touch the earth, and the second it did, he was off. Akihiko charged towards the log as fast as he could, right palm flat and ready. He hit the gravel, and thought he had his balance, but lost it a split second later. 

Next thing he knew, he fell on his back and slid towards the log, knocking it over with his momentum to it's base, which caused it to fall directed on top of him. 

He groaned from the pain for a few moments before pushing the log off him. His face beet red, he prayed to whatever deity was out there no one saw that. Akihiko quickly replaced the log to it's former position and tried to gather the somewhat scattered gravel back into the line he desired. When he was done, Akihiko ran back to his starting position. Face still red with embarrassment and determination, he felt his brow begin to sweat. He felt a drop of sweat roll down the side of his face. 

He ignored it, and charged. Akihiko gained speed on solid footing, and when it came time for the gravel, he was ready. He slid on to it and kept his balance, bringing his palm up from under the waistline and into the log's surface. It was knocked backwards, and the force it took to do so stopped Akihiko's forward movement. The log lifted off the ground for a second before falling over on to the ground before him a short distance away, about a foot and half, two feet he estimated. Nothing much, but it was a start.

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Akihiko was going to give it one more go. He set the log up again, making sure the gravel would not give way to solid ground and cause him to fall before he went back to the starting position. The young man looked down at his right hand, for his wrist hurt. He had been unprepared for the weight of the log, he supposed, and remembered this technique had to count into the weight of the person or object he hit, with his own strength. He admitted, he wasn't bulky with muscle like some, and that would have to be something to work on later. 

For now, though, he wondered if he could add his own little twist to the attack. Since his own strength was not the best to move the log, for it simply weighed more than he could knock a desirable distance away, what if he added a little chakra to his palm? In theory, it could work.

Chakra pooled in his palm might increase the impact, adding force to the technique to help counteract the weight of the target. Should the opponent be smaller, this would not be needed, but as it is the solution might be what is needed. The idea reminded him of the Hyuuga clan and their own taijutsu, but he dismissed the thought. It was unimportant. 

Perhaps what he needed was actually a living target, one that could defend itself... 

He sighed and scratched his head. What a pain, so many variables to calculate, but he couldn't come up with a solution to all of them at the moment. Akihiko gave up on his theory and took his stance. Pure physical power is what was needed, and so that is all he would use. The ninja charged once more, gaining as much speed as he could, before sliding on the gravel. It was difficult, but he kept his balance and brought his palm up from his target's "waistline", slamming into their "torso". It went back a little farther than before, but that wasn't enough. 

Akihiko kicked away the gravel to clear his path after setting up the log for another go. He really would have preferred to train on a living target, but that was currently off the table. Growling in frustration, he took his stance once again and waited a few moments before charging. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, heard it in his ears. Akihiko could feel the sweat slowly begin to slip down his skin, along with the dampness of the air causing his clothes to cling to his skin. His wrist ached, but he ignored it, grinding his teeth in frustration as he did not slide, but continued on the charge, bringing his palm up and into the torso of the target. The impact stopped him in his tracks, transferring the momentum he gained into force that pushed the target back. 

It sailed back a good eight feet before hitting the ground. Akihiko was taking deep, slow breaths through his nostrils to calm himself, but he gave the smallest hint of a smile at the sight of the target. 

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Futon: Bukisuraisu

Rank: C

Skill: Taijutsu

Effect: Using a weapon or ones hand, the user slash's the air creating a sickle shaped gust of wind mixed with chakra that speeds out cutting anything in its way before eventually dissapitating.

Special: ---
Drawback: Accuracy counts and as the gust keep moving, they can damage anything in the area.

Description: Not to be confused with Temari's Kamaitachi no Jutsu which requires a fan. The user gathers chakra to there hands or weapon and slash the air, diagonally in front of them with much force as a sickle shaped gust of wind blows out incredibly fast. It can cut down opponents, inflicting a moderate amount of damage and chop down trees. It has even been known to cut through rock when used with enough force. Can also repel weapons and even sound waves.

Limit: Must have Wind Release

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Akihiko returned to his previous spot a few days later, hoping to train for a little bit on a jutsu he's had his eye on for a long time. Futon: Bukisuraisu, a taijutsu based wind style technique that cuts anything in it's path, including trees, possibly even rock. After reading about it, he was finally going to try his hand at the jutsu. Akihiko looked up, and noticed a few dark clouds rolling in, possibly bringing rain soon. He smiled, I love the rain, he thought, let's see if I can beat it. 

Dressed in his mission outfit, sporting his newly bought gauntlets, Akihiko faced one of the trees in the treeline. He'd practice on it until it was splinters, doing all he could to master this jutsu. He only hoped he did not get into trouble for chopping down one of the trees here... Oh well, he preferred training in the Village to outside anyway. The young nin drew the katana from his back, the blade shined a brilliant silver in what little light there was to be had on this cloudy day. First, he had to channel chakra into his blade as the first step of the jutsu. He closed his eyes, tried to channel it as best he could. 

Nothing happened. Akihiko opened his eyes, and frowned. Trying again, his blade reacted somewhat, glowing faintly with chakra, but it was far from perfect. Akihiko sighed and continued, channeling his chakra. It flickered, before he extinguished it. He tried again, pouring more charka into his blade, and this time it lit up, but he let it go for it took up too much energy for a single swing. The Mist nin stopped for a second, and thought. If he could get used to channeling chakra before hand, then it would be easier. 

He nodded to himself, and sat down. He had chakra control, yes, but he had never channeled it into a weapon before. Sitting cross-legged, he held the blade in front of him by the tip and the hilt, letting it rest on the tips of his fingers. Concentrating, he started small. Akihiko imagined his chakra as the wind, a gust moving from his body and into his blade. The blade reacted slightly, but it was not enough for an attack. His mother spoke to him about wind jutsu once, when he was younger. She said it was "sharp enough to cut even sound". He never understood that, until much later, when he learned that some wind techniques could actually stop sound waves, such as this one. 

And now, he was beginning to see what she meant about sharp. The attack was about cutting down those before the user, like a blade. He sighed and then imagined it, wind chakra that was sharpened like a blade. He channeled his chakra into his katana as he did so, doing his best to refine the chakra, give it an edge to cut the very air. It was a difficult process, and slow. He felt a drop of sweat roll down his cheek, and heard thunder in the distance, signaling the incoming storm. Ignoring it, he continued on his focus and stood up. Opening his eyes to make sure no one would be hurt, he held his katana with both hands and swung, releasing his chakra.

It flew out of the blade in a wobbly sickle shape, and hit the tree, cutting into the bark, but little else. Akhiko smacked his left palm to his face in frustration.

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Akihiko felt a drop of rain on his head. When he looked up, a second drop touched his chin. Thunder boomed lazily in the sky as it began to turn darker. The Mist nin knew he was running out of time, and so he grinned. Part of him loved the challenge, while the other was much more logical, and told him that even should he not succeed before the storm, there was tomorrow. He gripped his sword tightly in both hands and closed his eyes, visualizing his chakra as a continuously moving gust of wind, while also trying to sharpen it, channeling it into his katana. 

Rain droplets fell, creating a soft sound, reminding Akihiko of a crowd clapping in approval. When he opened his eyes, he swung, and his chakra escaped the blade once again as a wobbly manifestation, but this time it cut deeper, though not much. His frustration grew, but he did not let it stop him. Summoning up more chakra, he began to imagine his chakra swirling faster and faster, picking up speed while also making it thinner, grinding against itself. The chakra ran through his blade, and he swung once more. This time, the slash held a much finer shape, and cut slightly deeper, but Akihiko was still annoyed. It took far too long to gather up and refine his chakra to be used in a high speed battle. 

The rain was beginning to pick up, and Akihiko still had yet to refine his chakra to perfection. He thought for a moment, and began to channel his chakra again. He had it begin to swirl around his blade, increasing it's speed and grinding it down to a thinner, sharper extension of the blade. It had to be finer, able to cut through trees with ease- or he would never be able to properly use this technique. Concentrating hard, he kept up the pressure by forcing the chakra to swirl at faster speeds, but the exertion was taking it's toll. Akhiko was becoming tired from repeated attempts. 

He swung his blade once again, the chakra sickle escaped the metal and sailed with great speed into the tree, cutting deeper than before. Now partially out of breath, Akhiko had to continue refining the chakra at a faster rate.

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The storm finally hit, the rain beating down on to the landscape like the tears of a mournful god. Akihiko was still outside, training, refusing to back down even if he missed his deadline. The jutsu, though he was getting a better hand of it, was not combat ready- not at all. He knew this, and began to wonder, even though he thought his current technique would suffice, should he do it differently? Brushing soaked bangs from his eyes, he channeled his chakra into the sword once again. 

He began to think about the grinding of his chakra, using this motion to sharpen it- that was fine- but what if he had a better start? Rather than forming it from scratch, which took time in and of itself, what if he molded it from the very edge of the blade he was using? That idea interested him, and so he decided to attempt it. Closing his eyes, he began to make the chakra flow like the wind, but take on the shape of the blade it was channeling into, like a covering. This process was new, and tedious, but he was confident it would assist him. Seeing as how before, he forced it to take shape a more general shape of the sword, rather than also mimicking the edge that was already present. 

Thunder boomed over head, and moments before lightning illuminated the dark sky. Akihiko smiled a bit, for holding a metal weapon in this kind of weather was not his smartest move. He lowered the blade so the tip pointed diagonally towards the ground, but continued to shape the chakra. It flowed to the shape he originally attempted by simply covering the blade, and then he began to grind it futher down, sharpening it to give it increased cutting power. With a swing, the sickle shaped wave of chakra was sent from the katana, into the tree. It cut into the wood, but not more than before. 

Akihiko smiled and wiped water from his eyes. It had taken less energy to use the katana's natural shape to assist in forming the attack, which is exactly what he hoped would happen. Rest was in order, however, he was not ready to stop. Keeping his sword down, Akihiko attempted to shape the chakra to the blade's image again, before grinding it. It took slightly less time, yes, but it was still not perfect. It took a couple of minutes before he shaped it properly, and began to grind it down. This process took another minute. When it came time to swing again, Akihiko sent the sickle straight into the tree, damaging it further. 

Already it was taking him less time by shaping it to the sword, than starting from scratch, but it required more control- more concentration. Concentration was not easy to achieve in a full scale battlefield, he knew, and so he had to train harder. He had to make the forming of the chakra along his blade second nature if he was going to survive. Akihiko was just about to channel another when a thought came to him, and he stopped. 

What if he used it, not simply to cause damage, but to repel other weapons? It was, after all, part of the usage of the jutsu. He'd been so focused on the damage it caused to not see it's other uses. Smacking himself in the face with his palm, he sighed. How narrow minded was he? Before he could answer his own question, a something struck him from behind. He turned, and noticed a stick, before it was blown away by the growing wind of the storm. Getting an idea, he channeled his chakra into the blade and waited. Smiling, Akihiko watched as another stick was catch in the clutches of the storm and pulled free. 

Ready, he swung, and once the sickle shaped wind chakra clashed with the stick, the wood was cut in two and blown off course, sailing off to Akihiko's right. While a normal weapon probably would have simply lost course, it was at least free training. He channeled, ground, and swung upwards at a second stick- cutting it in two once again, this time it sailed over his head harmlessly. 

Grinning, Akihiko prepared for the next stick to come free, even as the wind became borderline violent and the rain felt like gravel against his body. Lightning came down, and struck a tree. Akihiko jumped, shocked at the proximity to such elemental force, and faced the boom. To his surprise, the tree was still standing, though now a fairly large amount of splinters, sticks, and one good sized branch began to fall in his direction. He swung his blade without thinking, a diagonal downward slash, and the sickle through the wood and the wind, causing it to fall to his left and right, but none but a few splinters touched him. Directly after, Akihiko fell backwards on to his bottom.

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Akhiko was panting, and he felt shaky from such continuous chakra use. While the lightning strike had frightened him, certainly, that was easily let go. After all, a battlefield would probably be far worse than that. It took him a few more seconds before he stood, which was fine for him. The storm continued to rage, and despite the rain, he noticed the remnant of the tree was aflame. Akihiko smiled oddly, the fire light dancing in his eyes. Steam rose from the fire, the hissing of cold and hot colliding was relaxing to his ears. 

Taking his sword, Akihiko knew he could pull off one more attack before he was completely exhausted. Still panting, sweat mixed with the rain as it fell against his skin. He decided his last test was to slice down the burning tree, and so he readied himself for the attack. It was difficult to amass the leftover chakra, and so it took a little bit longer than he hoped, but that was fine for him. The chakra took the shape of the blade, covering it, before he ground it down, and sharpened it to a finer point than before. 

"Damage and deflection," he muttered, "Futon: Bukisuraisu is used to cut anything in the user's path, and can be used to deflect weapons or soundwaves. However, lacking significant ways to practice the deflection of sound, I'll have to settle for deflection of physical objects and damage for now." Akihiko closed his eyes, and concentrated. He imagined the chakra spinning faster and faster, doing his best to make sure the chakra became more sharpened than any blade in his arsenal, while remaining usable. He mustered all of his experience into this single attack, giving it all he had to finish this.

He heard the tree groan, even with the wind, and smiled. While it was not at full strength, he knew the tree would provide one last purpose before it was destroyed. His sword practically hummed with chakra, and so without any delay, he swung. The sickle shape was perfectly molded and sharp, and the moment it connected with the wood, it sailed through. The wind was strong enough to even cause a few of the flames to die away, and as the tree split into two, it fell opposite of Akihiko's position, harmless. 

The genin was about to show his own incredible excitement, when he felt the world spin, and fell on to his knees in exhaustion. He cursed silently, and pulled the sheathe of the katana from his back. Sheathing it, he used it to help himself walk, and made a slow, cautious walk back home...

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• Book: Reference Book  

Rank: "C"

Type: Main, Book, Reference Book

Effect: A book intended to be consulted for information on specific matters rather than read from beginning to end.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: A reference work is a book or serial publication to which one can refer for confirmed facts. The information is intended to be found quickly when needed. Reference works are usually referred to for particular pieces of information, rather than read beginning to end. The writing style used in these works is informative; the authors avoid use of the first person, and emphasize facts. Many reference works are compiled by a team of contributors whose work is coordinated by one or more editors rather than by an individual author. Indexes are commonly provided in many types of reference work.

Limit: These items may be bought inside any Book Shop.

Cost: 3,500 Ryo

Akihiko returned to the spot he has trained for his previous two techniques, hoping this area would serve him one more time. While it was misty, as always, there were no storms present, and the tree Akhiko had cut down was gone- probably hauled away to be deposed of. All that remained of the tree was a somewhat blackened stump. A small smile formed on his lips for this good fortune, and sat down on said stump. It had been cut down further and leveled off, making it perfect for sitting, and his bottom was only happy to take advantage of this golden opportunity.

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• Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Summoning Technique)

Rank: "C" Rank

Skill: NinJutsu

Effect: This is the start of all Summoning Techniques, without this technique the user is incapable of Summoning what they wish whether it may be Animal, or Weapon.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: Even though one is capable of learning how to use this, they still must under go a massive amount of training in order to be capable of summoning up grander and larger types such as "A" and "S" Rank Summons.

Description: A Technique where the user makes a contract binding with that of the very Animal like summon. This blood can be used as a contract to which is capable of being used as on a scroll, or perhaps even a tattoo. There are many different types of summons but the most known are the Animal Summons. The Animal Summons are used to help with various tasks within battles and situations that may occur. However one must remember that one must have great respect for the summon, and are known to even fear summons. The summoning Technique however is capable of being used for other types as well such as weapons.

Limit: This is the basis of all Summoning Techniques. Without the capability of this technique all Summoning process is incapable of occurring.

Under his arm, he carried his reference book on Summoning Jutsu, recently purchased. The genin was in high spirits when he flipped the pages of the book to reach where he wanted to begin- the basic Summoning, Kuchiyose no Jutsu. If he was going to learn summoning, to any degree, this was where he was to start. Akihiko was in high spirits today, rare as it is, for he knew this was the beginning of a long path ahead of him. The sun was bright this morning, perfect for reading outside, and so the genin dug into the material like a parched man who was given a glass of water. 

Absorbing every detail he possibly could on basic summoning, Akihiko thought about this technique. It was the base of all Summoning, and without it, Summoning was impossible. He had not known where to begin in order to learn this power- whether he find a willing teacher, run through the Land in search of a contract, or what have you- but thanks to some helpful advice, this book was what he needed. Like all training, it said within the pages, it was best to begin small- no blood contracts required to learn the basic summoning- though it did require something to be summoned. 

He already had an idea on what he would use as a test specimen, all that mattered was learning how to start. Slowly, but surely, he absorbed what he could gain from the book about the summoning- and by the time he was done, the sun was higher in the sky, letting the genin know it was probably noon.

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Akihiko stood up, and stretched. Sitting for such a long time made him cramp up, sadly, and so took the time to stretch out his body. When he was done, he closed the book and placed it on the stump, before taking five steps back. The young man crouched, one knee planted on the ground, and performed a single hand sign to help focus his chakra and to get it flowing. He probably looked ridiculous crouched before a stump and a book, sitting still, but that did not matter to him- not now.



His quiet concentration blocked him from the rest of the world, which is what he preferred in any event. He took his time performing the handseals, making sure they were performed with perfection and committed to memory. He replayed the list over and over in his mind as he performed the handseals, for one wrong seal would ruin the jutsu- possibly with disastrous results. When he felt he had a decent grasp on the proper seals, and the order, he decided to perform the jutsu. As a test specimen, Akihiko decided he would summon the book from the stump, to the ground before him.



Not a long distance, he knew, but it was a start. Once again, he took his time to make sure he did it right, and then slammed his right palm on to the ground in front of him. The kanji appeared, spread for an inch from his hand, and went up in a puff of white, billowy smoke. He retracted his hand, and before him was a strip of paper. He blinked, picked it up, and rubbed it between his fingers. It was a piece of a page from the book- probably a corner, it appeared. "Interesting," he thought, before blowing the piece from his fingers. It skittered away in a gentle breeze.



"Maybe next time I'll summon a whole page," he internally joked. Akihiko performed the handseals once more, focusing his chakra with the utmost concentration, before slamming his palm into the dirt once more. As before, the kanji for the desired summoning appeared, spread, and went up in a puff of smoke. He coughed once from inhaling too sharply from the manifested cloud, and waited for it to clear. Once it did, he face-palmed.



Before him was half a page, torn from what seemed like one of the blank paged in the very beginning of the book before the numbered "first" page. "You've got to be shitting me... Well, at least it didn't have any information on it..." This failure made Akihiko's frown deepen, but he refused to give up here- he would prove himself useful to the Mist, or die trying. Sadly, he knew this was a fault of his- to him, failure meant he was losing the right to exist. After those two years with his uncle and brother, he always felt like he needed to be useful- strong- or else.



"Burn in hell, you bastard," The genin thought as he focused his chakra once more, taking his time to gather it up and prepare it to be used in summoning the book. Obviously, summoning was requiring more chakra than he was putting forth- even to summon a book. This meant that until he was stronger, strong enough to perform multiple summons in a row without a hitch, he would not use summoning in a high speed battle nor without careful thought and consideration.



Akihiko performed the handseals one more time, making sure that without a doubt they were the proper ones in perfect order, and slammed his palm into the ground to the right of the paper, sending his chakra into the kanji as it exploded with smoke. There was more than before, and he waved his hand in front of his face for a few seconds before it cleared, revealing a single, pure white sheet of paper. It wasn't a book, but at least it was in one piece.

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Akihiko waited for a moment before trying again. He went over the seals and execution as stated in the book once more, to make sure he had done it properly. Mood lowered, he had no idea what to do. Summoning was just the first building block for the greater powers he hoped to seize. If he could not master this simple, albeit frustrating, technique then what could he do?

The genin channeled his chakra once more as he performed the handseals, and slammed his palm on to the ground. A cloud of white smoke billowed out from the kanji that spread like multiple serpents across the dirt. Akihiko growled when it simply revealed a second piece of paper, white as the driven snow. He took a deep breath, and sat back into a meditative position, one his mother had taught him long ago to channel his anger and negative emotions out of his thoughts. 

Why has it not worked? The concept, to him at least, was simple- the proper handseals, chakra amount, and possibly a blood contract- in order to bring forth something one called upon. Perhaps... he simply was losing his edge. His eyes closed, Akihiko took his time, and before long they were open once more. Was it possible the book was simply... too close? After all, most summons come across great distances, or even planes of existence, not five feet away. 

Akihiko thought for a moment about the book he had left at home, a guide to first aid. Performing the handseals once more, he slammed his palm down. The smoke billowed once again, like a smoke bomb at close range, to reveal another piece of paper. He sighed and went back into his meditative stance.

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• Book: Reference Book

Rank: "C"


Type: Main, Book, Reference Book

Effect: A book intended to be consulted for information on specific matters rather than read from beginning to end.


Special: ---


Drawback: ---


Description: A reference work is a book or serial publication to which one can refer for confirmed facts. The information is intended to be found quickly when needed. Reference works are usually referred to for particular pieces of information, rather than read beginning to end. The writing style used in these works is informative; the authors avoid use of the first person, and emphasize facts. Many reference works are compiled by a team of contributors whose work is coordinated by one or more editors rather than by an individual author. Indexes are commonly provided in many types of reference work.


Limit: These items may be bought inside any Book Shop.

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Akihiko was feeling the effects of the attempted summons. He felt tired, and part of him felt like lying down and taking a breather, however, Akihiko wasn't that kind of person. He gathered up his things and began to walk farther and farther from his home in the Village, hoping added distance would help. Seeing as how the object he was trying to summon was on the same plane as him, and honestly not that far away, it was possible the previous failures were reality's way of saying "get off your ass and grab it yourself". 

At this point in his life, he wouldn't be surprised. He flipped through the pages of the reference book once more, just to go over some things he wanted to make sure he had memorized. After all, this jutsu could mean the difference between life and death one day- same as every jutsu- he might as well understand it inside and out. He biggest thing he wanted to go over was the amount of chakra needed. Obviously, it differed depending on the summon, but what about the book he was aiming for? From what he understood, it wouldn't take a large amount of chakra at all.

High ranking summons would take more chakra, while lower ranking summons- like his book- would take considerably less. So, obviously the amount of chakra he had pooled into the technique was not the problem. Perhaps he was right, and it was simply the distance. After all, he had never heard of someone summoning a creature that was already standing five feet to his right, same with objects. When Akihiko had walked for about ten or fifteen minutes, he took a turn into a secluded alley. He crouched down on one knee and performed the summoning, in an effort to speed up the rate at which he performed the handseals. He had to find the perfect amount of chakra, to prevent exhaustion.

When he slammed his palm on to the dirt once more, the kanji extended quickly. The white smoke billowed out once more and blocked the genin's vision momentarily, to his slight annoyance. When the smoke cleared after a couple of seconds, Akihiko smiled. Before him lay his new book on first aid, complete and intact. Akihiko picked up the book, carried it under his shoulder, and left the alleyway.

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