Teacher's Discourse {Training/Private}
Sept 26, 2010 18:06:32 GMT -7
Post by R i k i c h i on Sept 26, 2010 18:06:32 GMT -7
0/30 TP
Rays of light blasted in even through Kenchu’s shut eyelids finally causing the boy to stir in his the sleeping bag that he had dropped into the night before, but what made him bolt upright was the cheery yet unfamiliar voice which greeted him,
“It seems you had quite an experience young shinobi” the voice said clearly.
Turning around Uesugi saw a man whittling away at a piece of wood which had been carved into the image of a deer, the man was far more extraordinary to look at than the object he was crafting. For a moment Uesugi was stymied with fear, he wasn’t sure whether he had encountered an enemy or if he was supposed to simply run for safety despite the man’s calm behavior. When his wits finally returned to him the 10 year old youth mustered as much confidence as he could and opened his mouth to address the rugged man, but was quickly stopped by a raised hand,
“Don’t bother. I don’t care to know who you are” the man explained without looking up from his whittling yet a kind smile played upon his face,
“…however that training you’re doing…it’s to strengthen your legs correct?” he asked Uesugi.
The boy’s silence seemed to be all the answer that the boy needed for he then dropped the small carving and strode to where the boy was still slightly tucked into the sleeping bag,
“That’s a nice sword you have there. I’ve been looking for someone with a nice sword so I’ll show you something neat you can do with that, okay?” the man cooed at Uesugi while patting him on the head before turning away and striding a few steps outside of the camp area.
With a wave of his hand he motioned Uesugi to come to where he was standing and without hesitation the boy immediately got up and ran to him, but stopped when the man finally signaled he should stop running. Raising his fist above his head the man cried out as he slammed the clenched fist into the ground shattering the very earth upon which he and Uesugi were standing upon. He then proceeded to kick a massive chunk of land into the air as if it were nothing more than a pebble catching on the downfall with his two hands. Veins throbbed on each side of his head as he called for Kenchu,
“Come here, kid!’ the man grunted,
Kenchu came and without warning the man placed the boulder onto Kenchu’s back, the weight forcing the boy into a horse stance with his already aching legs crying out in agony as he struggled to keep the boulder from crushing him.
“If you can hold that there for two days straight, I’ll make you stronger, much stronger” the man gruffly said as he turned away from Uesugi and walked back to the camp to begin whittling away at the miniature carving again.
The weight of the boulder threatened to crush Kenchu from the onset and he churned chakra through his entire lower half hoping to at least manage to stabilize his position so that he would sink any lower than he already had. Grunting and crying Uesugi struggled into the night until he had no more strength left to cry as he began trembling under the immense weight of the boulder. His legs quaked by the time the morning had come and his face reddened emphasizing the angry veins that trembled beneath his skin. The man woke up and glanced over briefly at Kenchu nodding him a good morning before returning to his morning activities while the suffering continued for the Hidden Mist ninja. Hours continued to pass and now Kenchu forced himself to remain standing if only for the sole purpose of beating the pulp out of the man who had put him in this hell. Every time he felt himself sinking lower the enraged youth would find a way to rip out even more power from his body and in doing so straightened out his legs in defiance of gravity, the boulder, as well as the man. The second night was even harder as Kenchu could feel as his legs began sliding apart in the moist dirt and there was nothing that he could do about it.
“Aaarrrrggghhh!” he bellowed into the night causing echoes to cry out into the darkness yet not once did the man wake up to see how the boy was faring or whether he had died under the overwhelming burden.
Rays of light blasted in even through Kenchu’s shut eyelids finally causing the boy to stir in his the sleeping bag that he had dropped into the night before, but what made him bolt upright was the cheery yet unfamiliar voice which greeted him,
“It seems you had quite an experience young shinobi” the voice said clearly.
Turning around Uesugi saw a man whittling away at a piece of wood which had been carved into the image of a deer, the man was far more extraordinary to look at than the object he was crafting. For a moment Uesugi was stymied with fear, he wasn’t sure whether he had encountered an enemy or if he was supposed to simply run for safety despite the man’s calm behavior. When his wits finally returned to him the 10 year old youth mustered as much confidence as he could and opened his mouth to address the rugged man, but was quickly stopped by a raised hand,
“Don’t bother. I don’t care to know who you are” the man explained without looking up from his whittling yet a kind smile played upon his face,
“…however that training you’re doing…it’s to strengthen your legs correct?” he asked Uesugi.
The boy’s silence seemed to be all the answer that the boy needed for he then dropped the small carving and strode to where the boy was still slightly tucked into the sleeping bag,
“That’s a nice sword you have there. I’ve been looking for someone with a nice sword so I’ll show you something neat you can do with that, okay?” the man cooed at Uesugi while patting him on the head before turning away and striding a few steps outside of the camp area.
With a wave of his hand he motioned Uesugi to come to where he was standing and without hesitation the boy immediately got up and ran to him, but stopped when the man finally signaled he should stop running. Raising his fist above his head the man cried out as he slammed the clenched fist into the ground shattering the very earth upon which he and Uesugi were standing upon. He then proceeded to kick a massive chunk of land into the air as if it were nothing more than a pebble catching on the downfall with his two hands. Veins throbbed on each side of his head as he called for Kenchu,
“Come here, kid!’ the man grunted,
Kenchu came and without warning the man placed the boulder onto Kenchu’s back, the weight forcing the boy into a horse stance with his already aching legs crying out in agony as he struggled to keep the boulder from crushing him.
“If you can hold that there for two days straight, I’ll make you stronger, much stronger” the man gruffly said as he turned away from Uesugi and walked back to the camp to begin whittling away at the miniature carving again.
The weight of the boulder threatened to crush Kenchu from the onset and he churned chakra through his entire lower half hoping to at least manage to stabilize his position so that he would sink any lower than he already had. Grunting and crying Uesugi struggled into the night until he had no more strength left to cry as he began trembling under the immense weight of the boulder. His legs quaked by the time the morning had come and his face reddened emphasizing the angry veins that trembled beneath his skin. The man woke up and glanced over briefly at Kenchu nodding him a good morning before returning to his morning activities while the suffering continued for the Hidden Mist ninja. Hours continued to pass and now Kenchu forced himself to remain standing if only for the sole purpose of beating the pulp out of the man who had put him in this hell. Every time he felt himself sinking lower the enraged youth would find a way to rip out even more power from his body and in doing so straightened out his legs in defiance of gravity, the boulder, as well as the man. The second night was even harder as Kenchu could feel as his legs began sliding apart in the moist dirt and there was nothing that he could do about it.
“Aaarrrrggghhh!” he bellowed into the night causing echoes to cry out into the darkness yet not once did the man wake up to see how the boy was faring or whether he had died under the overwhelming burden.