He that lies on the ground cannot fall (Training)
Dec 8, 2017 13:08:10 GMT -7
Post by Hamura on Dec 8, 2017 13:08:10 GMT -7
(Final Post Iron Will)
Moving throughout the house, he could not exactly find himself a place where he felt like he could block out the rest of the world in peace. No, what he needed was the fresh mountain air that he could only get outside, and with that he did not mean outside of the village. Having had only enough strength left in his body to get back home from his regular training spot, he would not risk heading back out there for the sake of meditation. Chances were that he might even pass out from the strain he'd needlessly put on his body, and thus put himself in danger for no real reason at all. That was why he made the decision to just head into the yard where his avian friends were. Since most of the day had been spent training new jutsu and sparring with himself in the form of water based clones, most of the day had already passed him by.
After tossing his dirty clothes into the laundry and getting some casual clothes out of his closet, he sat himself down in the dry grass where the thrushes were still sifting through the blades of grass to see if there were any more breadcrumbs hidden behind them. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and let go of everything he could. Upon exhaling, he blocked out all outside noises, focusing entirely on what was going on inside of his own head as opposed to remaining aware of his surroundings as he had been trained to do as a ninja. Picturing his training in his head, he went over every attack he could remember throwing at one of his clones, as well as the hits they had thrown at him. Because every single one of the combatants doing the fighting had been an extension of his own being, all of them were things he could perform by default, or the clones wouldn't have known about it either.
Letting everything go through his head at a slow pace, he would gradually work his way through all of it and give it a place in his mind. Reflecting on quite literally every hit he had taken, every hit he had dealt and every opening he had seen, he was determined to not make the same mistake again when it was time for the next physical training. After all, he had an iron will and was more headstrong than most, meaning he would not just give up on getting better at fighting just because he had taken a bunch of painful hits. If he did, he might as well hang his headband in the trees and become a fisherman. Continuing to meditate, he spent over an hour in quiet contemplation and reflection before he was finally done with it.
Moving throughout the house, he could not exactly find himself a place where he felt like he could block out the rest of the world in peace. No, what he needed was the fresh mountain air that he could only get outside, and with that he did not mean outside of the village. Having had only enough strength left in his body to get back home from his regular training spot, he would not risk heading back out there for the sake of meditation. Chances were that he might even pass out from the strain he'd needlessly put on his body, and thus put himself in danger for no real reason at all. That was why he made the decision to just head into the yard where his avian friends were. Since most of the day had been spent training new jutsu and sparring with himself in the form of water based clones, most of the day had already passed him by.
After tossing his dirty clothes into the laundry and getting some casual clothes out of his closet, he sat himself down in the dry grass where the thrushes were still sifting through the blades of grass to see if there were any more breadcrumbs hidden behind them. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and let go of everything he could. Upon exhaling, he blocked out all outside noises, focusing entirely on what was going on inside of his own head as opposed to remaining aware of his surroundings as he had been trained to do as a ninja. Picturing his training in his head, he went over every attack he could remember throwing at one of his clones, as well as the hits they had thrown at him. Because every single one of the combatants doing the fighting had been an extension of his own being, all of them were things he could perform by default, or the clones wouldn't have known about it either.
Letting everything go through his head at a slow pace, he would gradually work his way through all of it and give it a place in his mind. Reflecting on quite literally every hit he had taken, every hit he had dealt and every opening he had seen, he was determined to not make the same mistake again when it was time for the next physical training. After all, he had an iron will and was more headstrong than most, meaning he would not just give up on getting better at fighting just because he had taken a bunch of painful hits. If he did, he might as well hang his headband in the trees and become a fisherman. Continuing to meditate, he spent over an hour in quiet contemplation and reflection before he was finally done with it.