:The Evolution of the Thorn: [T]

[Baika Ibara]

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Baika glanced at the for a moment then walked closer and punched the trunk of it very hard. Some bark chipped off the tree and there was a miniscule dent, the only real damage done was cutting open the ninja's hand a bit.

He sighs then walks back to his original position changing around the training for this jutsu. He pulls out two kunai knives then walks backwards for about five yards, a clear path to the tree he was training on was still ahead of him.

Baika throws the kunai at the tree, but with little strength so they wouldn't make it to the tree to fast. He then made the needed hand seals and clapped his hands together saying, "Fuuton - Reppushou." in a firm tone. The wind would sweep behind the two kunai propelling them forward with good speed.

He would watch as the kunai soared threw the air, propelled by the wind for the jutsu. Baika would think to himself about how Big Brother would be proud if he could see him now. A single tear would roll down the face of the shinobi and a smile would grace his lips for a split second.

He would quickly regain his composure though and put on a stoic expression in case anyone were to see him. Baika would hope that the kunai hit their mark on the tree and that the tree would be stripped of all its leaves and maybe some of the smaller branches would be broken.

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[Baika Ibara]

{OOC: it took way too long for me to get a new laptop, my apologies for inactivity}

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Baika stared at the tree for a moment he heard the thunk of one kunai embedding itself in the tree, the second kunai had fallen lamely into the damp ground about fifteen feet in front of the tree. The young shinobi sighs and starts to walk forward retrieving his two kunai knives.

As he walked back to his previous position he noticed that a fog had started to sit around the grove of trees he was in, a light mist still falling making the fog seem thicker than it was. Baika takes a seat on the wet ground and stares at the tree he'd been pacticing on as if it would help him learn the jutsu faster.

As he replays the few scenarios of his training over in his head he tries to pick out what he has been doing wrong, but he can't seem to come up with anything. "This is pointless..." he mutters to himself "I'll never be as good as Big Brother." Suddenly he heard a rustle of leaves as if someone was climbing one of the trees.

Baika quickly jumps up and scans the area quickly. Nothing. He holds his two kunai defensively, but there was still nothing around. As he got ready to sit back down he felt someone touch his shoulder as he spun around on his heel he could have sworn he saw his Big Brother fading into the fog. Baika dropped his two kunai to the ground, staring into the fog hoping to see his Big Brother. As he looked into the fog and mist helplessly he heard someone whisper the word 'Believe' into his ear.

The young shinobi refound his confidence and picked up his kunai again. "All right, this time for real!" Baika shouted.

He would throw his two kunai one after the other quickly making the hand signs needed for the jutsu. This time instead of shouting out the name of the jutsu he kept it inside of his head.

Baika would clap his hands together, feeling the gust of air release from between them. He need both kunai to hit the tree and bury themselves in it.

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