A Quite Place By The Lake (Training: 36/80)
Jan 4, 2008 14:18:30 GMT -7
Post by Gekkou Genma on Jan 4, 2008 14:18:30 GMT -7
Not a surprise to Genma, the same thing happened. Failure, again, but greatness didn’t come over night. Just because you were the heir to the title Kage, that didn’t mean a thing if your relative died and you lacked the respect, ability, and powers to hold the title up to its name. Genma began panting; he dropped to his knees, placing his hands on his legs. He stared at the ground. Through training came power; through power came respect, right? Isn’t that why everyone wanted to be the greatest and strongest? Or was it so they can no longer be the pawn of others? Maybe they just wanted to prove themselves. Prove himself… Was that really his reason?
Two words slipped off his tongue without even him noticing, “Mom… Dad…” Genma began falling forward; catching himself with his hands before he hit the ground, and he just stared at it. Sometimes it felt like that’s how they treated him. Now he was going to rise in the ranks of ninja and become powerful. Pushing himself up, he strained, he was running low on energy, practice was good, but there was a fine line between training hard and over-doing it.
This was past that line. He pushed himself up enough and fell backwards, his head hitting with a loud, audible thud. He closed his eyes a moment, letting the sun’s rays continue to beat on his light-tanned skin. He opened his eyes, his joints ached and stung. He wiped the sleep from his eyes that had accumulated over the night and looked around. Had he fallen asleep? Yes… Accidentally though, and expecting to see the sun high above, he saw a dark blanket with silver beads patched across it. Letting his eyes slowly shut again, he drifted back off asleep.
Genma stirred again from his sleep from the sound of a flock of ravens high above, cawing. Finally dragging himself from a state of exhaustion and grogginess, he sat up. His joints still ached and stung, but it was much less painful than it was hours before. His mind trying to recall what happened, seemed to be gone, with the other memories that were long forgotten, purpose or accident, in the back of his mind to never be dug up again.
Making his way to his feet, he looked around; his eyes were still grasping to make everything clear. Finally his vision cleared, and his mind; then his eyes down at the log he had been practicing his jutsu on. Closing his eyes, he could see the log crash to the ground, shattering to pieces from the impact because he jutsu, he could see him in the Chuunin exams, he could see it all. Spreading his feet wide apart, he drew in his breath. And let it go…
His chakra strings beat the jutsu to the log, wrapping around it like a lasso and the log had no where to go but up. The log soared through the air, reaching for the point in which the atmosphere met space. But before it would reach the height, which it never could, Genma pulled hard on the chakra strings; and the log came crashing down to earth. But as it came down, the strings let go of the log. The log began twirling through the air. His opponent would be coming down fairly quickly, but still have enough time to come up with something to break their fall and come back at him.
If the strings kept breaking, all he was going to do is make his opponent made. Stir up the wasps nest worst than it was already stirred. He sighed, “Well, Fukurou, lady luck is passing me, unfortunately. But we are going to stop her, if I must use the chakra strings, then so be it” Aaron chuckled at his own joke. The puppet just stared at him. “Don’t be a critic! I know, I am not a comedian and I won’t try to be one either! Unless I take up ventriloquism, all I have to do is learn to throw my voice and talk without moving my lips, that’s not to hard… You could be my dummy!”
Genma was losing his concentration, too easily. “Sorry Fukurou, time for more practice.” Genma then turned to the log, one of his hardest and greatest nemeses he had fought before; actually one of the only, apart from squabbles among his siblings and him. Genma used Daitoppa, releasing the air. The log went up again, and the strings broke, but they lasted longer than last time. Finally giving it one last try… The string held… Held… Held… SLAM! The log hit the ground, leaving a deep indention of the log.
Gennma, was completely shocked. Mouth agape, he stared at the scene in utter disbelief. He then walked forward and fell to his knees. Having to dig around the indention to pull the log out of the hole; finally, a few moments latter, he had the log sitting up. His blood had become rapids of red liquid through his body. He then threw the chakra strings, following Daitoppa, and they grabbed, and sent the log. But as the log reached its peak and Genma pulled down, the strings seemed to let go of the log.
Aaron’s reaction hadn’t had enough time to catch up with his reaction. His face remained in a stupid, excited grin. But his mind was screaming at him for being so stupid and foolish. He stumbled forward to the log and stared at it. “What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this to me?” Genma sat the log up and walked back to his spot and prepared the jutsu. A breath of air… Molding a bit of chakra with the air in his lungs, he released it, and putting all of his strength and chakra into the strings he let them shoot towards the log and grab it…
Two words slipped off his tongue without even him noticing, “Mom… Dad…” Genma began falling forward; catching himself with his hands before he hit the ground, and he just stared at it. Sometimes it felt like that’s how they treated him. Now he was going to rise in the ranks of ninja and become powerful. Pushing himself up, he strained, he was running low on energy, practice was good, but there was a fine line between training hard and over-doing it.
This was past that line. He pushed himself up enough and fell backwards, his head hitting with a loud, audible thud. He closed his eyes a moment, letting the sun’s rays continue to beat on his light-tanned skin. He opened his eyes, his joints ached and stung. He wiped the sleep from his eyes that had accumulated over the night and looked around. Had he fallen asleep? Yes… Accidentally though, and expecting to see the sun high above, he saw a dark blanket with silver beads patched across it. Letting his eyes slowly shut again, he drifted back off asleep.
Genma stirred again from his sleep from the sound of a flock of ravens high above, cawing. Finally dragging himself from a state of exhaustion and grogginess, he sat up. His joints still ached and stung, but it was much less painful than it was hours before. His mind trying to recall what happened, seemed to be gone, with the other memories that were long forgotten, purpose or accident, in the back of his mind to never be dug up again.
Making his way to his feet, he looked around; his eyes were still grasping to make everything clear. Finally his vision cleared, and his mind; then his eyes down at the log he had been practicing his jutsu on. Closing his eyes, he could see the log crash to the ground, shattering to pieces from the impact because he jutsu, he could see him in the Chuunin exams, he could see it all. Spreading his feet wide apart, he drew in his breath. And let it go…
His chakra strings beat the jutsu to the log, wrapping around it like a lasso and the log had no where to go but up. The log soared through the air, reaching for the point in which the atmosphere met space. But before it would reach the height, which it never could, Genma pulled hard on the chakra strings; and the log came crashing down to earth. But as it came down, the strings let go of the log. The log began twirling through the air. His opponent would be coming down fairly quickly, but still have enough time to come up with something to break their fall and come back at him.
If the strings kept breaking, all he was going to do is make his opponent made. Stir up the wasps nest worst than it was already stirred. He sighed, “Well, Fukurou, lady luck is passing me, unfortunately. But we are going to stop her, if I must use the chakra strings, then so be it” Aaron chuckled at his own joke. The puppet just stared at him. “Don’t be a critic! I know, I am not a comedian and I won’t try to be one either! Unless I take up ventriloquism, all I have to do is learn to throw my voice and talk without moving my lips, that’s not to hard… You could be my dummy!”
Genma was losing his concentration, too easily. “Sorry Fukurou, time for more practice.” Genma then turned to the log, one of his hardest and greatest nemeses he had fought before; actually one of the only, apart from squabbles among his siblings and him. Genma used Daitoppa, releasing the air. The log went up again, and the strings broke, but they lasted longer than last time. Finally giving it one last try… The string held… Held… Held… SLAM! The log hit the ground, leaving a deep indention of the log.
Gennma, was completely shocked. Mouth agape, he stared at the scene in utter disbelief. He then walked forward and fell to his knees. Having to dig around the indention to pull the log out of the hole; finally, a few moments latter, he had the log sitting up. His blood had become rapids of red liquid through his body. He then threw the chakra strings, following Daitoppa, and they grabbed, and sent the log. But as the log reached its peak and Genma pulled down, the strings seemed to let go of the log.
Aaron’s reaction hadn’t had enough time to catch up with his reaction. His face remained in a stupid, excited grin. But his mind was screaming at him for being so stupid and foolish. He stumbled forward to the log and stared at it. “What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this to me?” Genma sat the log up and walked back to his spot and prepared the jutsu. A breath of air… Molding a bit of chakra with the air in his lungs, he released it, and putting all of his strength and chakra into the strings he let them shoot towards the log and grab it…
