Vulgar Display of Power [Training Thread]

[thedude]

Kuma Klearing

This area is notorious for housing one of the animal kingdoms most sturdy and ferocious beasts, the Brown Bear. Located within the outskirts of Takigakure, the forest area houses several clearings, some with streams and lakes, and others with rocks and rock-faces. The Kuma Klearing, as Walter had affectionately dubbed it, would fall into the latter category, being a clearing centered within in a forest littered with the smell of dry blood and stone. Many a bear were known to chase their prey into this area, hence why not many people ventured far beyond. When Walter first discovered this place, he planted a large plank of wood so as to remember the perfect area in which the bears didn't often flock, while also marking his territory.

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Sensai Kaba (Master Bull Rush) 0/30
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: You become an expert at delivering a Bulrush. One who delivers a devastating blow capable of blowing though concrete, charging forth with such strength that obstacles does not matter. A full power bulrush feels as if it is much stronger then it should be.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must take a running start of ten feet or else the technique does not work.
Description: The user must take the time to make a quick running start of ten feet or else this technique does not work. The user takes the understanding of Bulrush to a newest degree to where whenever they make connect, a rush is more powerful, more dangerous then how most people are capable of using the Bulrush. This technique feels as if the strength of the technique increases depending on the Class level of the user. Whenever the user first learns this as a "D" Class character, the technique feels as if it is a "B" Rank technique. This means that whenever a user bulrushes through a defense, the defense takes the hit as if it is trying to stop a "B" Rank technique. When the user becomes a "C" Class character, the rank of the technique feels that of an "A" Rank technique. Finally when the user reaches "B" Class, the technique feels as if it would be considered as a "S" Rank technique.
Limit: Must be a Brawler

It was a cold day in the Taki-Forest, though Walter could not expect anything other than cold from this place.That's not to say that his Village made him feel miserable, he did make the concious choice to wear very little clothing despite the constant waves of warnings and advice hurled at him by his guardian. Only an hour ago, Walter was preparing his eventful day ahead, planning to visit his scared place and have a crack at.... well... making a crack.

He eventually reach Kuma Klearing, and it was here that Walter began to stretch. By no means was this man a disciplined fighter, but the most basic measures can be taken in order to prevent long term injuries. Although the Tsubasa Leather Gloves provided very little in the way of protection, leather had always proved to be an extremely sturdy item, enabling Walter to use all of his power without worrying about scratches.

Facing a large rock which stood almost as tall as he did, Walter found himself pushed 10 ft back as his feet carried him into position. He bent himself low slightly and began to jab at the air, he wasn't planning to further his Bokshingu career today, but the warm-up exercise served to pump blood into his arms and loosen his joints in anticipation for the massive impact they would suffer later. After a few moments, without warning, Walter threw his body forward, sprinting as fast as his large legs would carry him. His eyes never left the target surface area; the center of the rock, as he grew closer he could feel his speed reach a maximum level, arms beginning to raise instinctively as the 5 foot mark approached.

The feeling of heat and tension began to compress and decompress from his shoulder and biceps as Walter clenched his fist as hard as he could, 3ft.... 2ft.... 1.... THERE! Walter swung through the air as if resistance meant nothing. As he did so he concentrated on sending all of his gravitational weight, muscle strength and will power into his fist, which would combine, connect and guide his everything into the center of the rock. A bullrush.

The impact was fast, but the after effect seemed to last a lifetime. Time has seemingly stopped as Walter could feel the searing hot flames of pain surge up his fist and into his arm. He gritted his teeth and merely bared with it, willing his fist to go through the rock. For a second he thought nothing had happened, but just another was spent when a large crack had appeared. This moment must've only lasted a maximum of 2 seconds, but as the crack formed a crater, Walter could no longer hold up his end of the bargain. He retreated his fist and stepped back, the rock defiantly standing there, mocking his concentrated efforts to dismantle it.

Not for long though, for when Walter began to turn around, the not-so-majestic stone had indeed split it's self down the middle. There was not enjoyment in his eyes however, for i f the technique worked as intended, there would be several hundred pieces instead of two, taunting edges.

"Let's try that again"

[thedude]

It had already been several hours since Walter had first started his rigorous training. The ground was littered with dozens on split rocks, all of them tell-tale signs of his repeated failure to execute the Master Bull rush he so desperately desired to conquer. Noticing that he was running out of 'equipment' to train on, Walter found himself facing a large rock-face, a messiah of mineral goodness easily towering several houses stacked upon each other. his arm throbbed with pain and his veins rose to the surface in agony, as if they knew he never intended to stop.

Walter took position and once again threw his mind into a pure state of focus, even with the full force of this technique, breaking and entire cliff was a pipe-dream for someone in his current capacity of strength. But this was all just something he had created, this situation, this limitation, were all factors of resistance that came from his own mental block. Shrugging off his doubts, Walter sprinted forward, covering the required 10ft distance in almost half the time he usually would, of course more speed would mean a more effective strike.

CRASH!.. The resounding noise of knuckle vs stone echoed around the clearing, as his fist pounded naturally into the behemoth, sinking slowly, and slowly, and slowly into it's gigantic belly. The rock responded with it's groan, the cracks became a large crater nearly triple the size of his embedded fist, splitting half of the way up it's surface area. It was at this moment that Walter felt worried for some reason.

It was a good thing to, as he looked up only to find his intention succeeded, but not exactly how he planned. Rocks equal to his size and weight were beginning to slip out from the destruction Walter had caused, threatening to tumble and bury him in revenge for their father. To make matters worse, Walter could feel his fist firmly wedged inside his target. If he were to be hit in this position, he could lose his arm, and today wasn't the day he'd let that happen. With a ferocious growl, Walter yanked on his fist and managed to drag it out, followed by crumbles of stone.

The nearest falling hazard was nearly upon him, and time for escape had escaped Walter all together. There was no calm in his mind as he watched his impending doom, only the refusal to accept and rage. Swinging out his fist, Walter aimed his strike directly upwards to meet with his potential maker, and was not surprised when he felt a softer impact then when he started hours ago. The contact was smooth and the first falling rock shattered into a perfect two-piece, drifting down around him.

Although gravity was his enemy, Walter could feel his feet tug out from beneath him, his slow descent to the ground was made slower by the vision of several 20 rocks, all as big as him, racing against each other to crush him. But he was a fighter, a brawler and he would not lose to anything. using the momentum of his fall, Walter swung his legs over his head and proceeded to use this, and execute a series of backwards rolls.

the many disappointing thuds around him told Walter one thing, he was getting stronger, faster. With this realization, he resolved to stay here for longer, defying the face of the moon and nightfall.

[Draven]

+19 first post had a bit of fluff in it.

[thedude]

19/30

Night had fallen and the weather had only begun to get worse, though it seemed extremely funny to Walter that this was the case, as the amount of blood coursing through his body at the moment was ensuring that he would run hot until he dropped. Sweat that was once beads now because large puddles as he neared the end of his stamina.

But not his strength, Walter had just devised a plan to utilize a group of 10 stones at once, something he figured out during his last near-death experience. Spacing out all 10 of the targets within 15 feet of each other, he would run and execute the technique while using the force of motion to carry on sprinting, the extra 5 feet in between would allow him to roll-and-run keeping a steady pace.

And so it began! Dashing expertly from his starting point, his running technique keeping within small and non exaggerated movements, elbows tucked in and fists raised so as to reduce the amount of time lost between the attack and finish. Walter approached rock one instantly and ploughed through it's crumbly exterior, managing to split right through it. Still not what I want, he thought as he began to tumble headfirst, his arms quickly finding a point of balance as he rolled over onto his feet.

The second rock fell in a similar manner, with a slight difference as his speed had dropped slightly. The plan had not accounted for his fatigue levels, a consideration that Walter didn't believe to be possible in a man such as himself. With no room for failure he galloped on towards rock #3. SMACK! Clearly the battle with his inner self had helped as the third split in the same formation and time period as the first, with the added bonus of flying apart more vigorously than ever before.

Number's 4 and 5 were simply emulations of the third, each progressive target becoming more and more instant in their dissection. No longer were cracks forming for a second, before the remaining interval intervened and broke the rest of the rock, the incision from Walter's fist was instant and as a result he no longer needed to roll to make up for the slow-down. Charging onwards and nearly biting through his tongue to ignore the pain, Walter grew anxious as rocks 6 and 7 still showed no signs of complete destruction.

It was at #8, when this particular rock stood a mere foot away from Walter, he knew that something different had to be done, something had to be drawn from somewhere, but he wasn't a disciplined fighter. He noticed that his straight punch would often be slower but more powerful when angled slightly, sadly this meant sacrificing speed and resulting in the same end fixture. But perhaps there was a way to compromise? Meeting at a half way point, after #8 had split before him, Walter reasoned that a small spring in his step before the attack would give him an underside-hook angle, while not taking away any of his punching speed or power. The difficult part was balance, moving at such a high speed consistently while switching the gravity of his weight. It would be tested on #9.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCKK- There was a new sound, as this time the rock behaved in a different manner. Instead of splitting apart, the ninth stone gave the illusion that it was con caving, if only for a mere second, before it snapped back like a rubber band and broke into two, but outwards. He had it, he knew this was it, as the final 15 foot stretched approached his sight line, all he needed left to do was summon the pure, raw brute strength of his power, focus every muscle and point of concentration of hitting as hard as he can.

There was a silence, time froze for a singular moment. His fist f elt the new feeling of the 'breathing' rock, as if he were punching into another humans stomach. But he couldn't feel it retracting back to it's original form, further and further it bent in the space of a second, slowed and replayed over and over for Walter's arm to feel, until....

And overture somewhere played in his mind, and the mighty stone began to slowly chip away at itself, stretching further and further while Walter felt the brustles of chipped rock slap his face. His fist was no longer met with any resistance, it blew away and through a massive clenched-shaped chunk. And finally, it burst, into what seemed like a million pieces. The victor Walter sailed on through the flying debris, a small smirk could be seen on his face as there were no two tell-tale pieces, just a million dots, evidence of his success.

He sunk to his knees in exhaustion.Walter had enough energy to carry himself home, but he would savor this moment. This instance was merely another form of evidence that this universe is all his. Every rule is made to be broken, but only by him.

[Draven]

+10

[thedude]

29/30

A day had passed in which Walter had spent the entirety of it resting. His arm was considerably tender due to the massive amount of strain he had put it through, but that was the way hyper recovery worked. As they say, no pain, no gain. Packing light, he resolved to return to the Kuma Klearing and have another go at his technique. It was useless if he wasn't able to perform it at any given moment.

An hour later he had found himself facing the rock he had specially prepared for this moment. It was almost double his size and took all of his strength to prop upright, but in thismoment, he felt no doubt coming from the nether regions of his mind, he could destroy it completely. Bringing his arm into focus, Walter dashed forward using the balls of his feet to achieve maximum head-start.

He covered the ten feet quite easily and aimed towards the central area of the rugged stone, it's overhead view seemed leering and taunting, but not for long. The impact was perfect, almost as if his fist were a cannon striking the flimsiest of metal.Inwards the rock caved, stretching further and further until it eventually exploded. Walter raised his arm above his eyes to shield his face from the debris.

"Success."

It was all he could think about for two days, and now he had achieved his goal. A fully powered bullrush capable of blowing through rock, even metal. His arm throbbed lightly as it still hadn't fully recovered, it told him that any further training today would be out of the question. Taking one last look at the hundreds of scattered pieces that littered the floor, Walter grinned and headed home.

[Draven]

+1 -learned-

[thedude]

Kuma Klearing

This area is notorious for housing one of the animal kingdoms most sturdy and ferocious beasts, the Brown Bear. Located within the outskirts of Takigakure, the forest area houses several clearings, some with streams and lakes, and others with rocks and rock-faces. The Kuma Klearing, as Walter had affectionately dubbed it, would fall into the latter category, being a clearing centered within in a forest littered with the smell of dry blood and stone. Many a bear were known to chase their prey into this area, hence why not many people ventured far beyond. When Walter first discovered this place, he planted a large plank of wood so as to remember the perfect area in which the bears didn't often flock, while also marking his territory.

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Gansaku Suimin (Fake sleep) TaiJutsu
Rank: D Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: (Fake sleep) An attack in which the name is half accurate. The user falls asleep, yet is still conscious along with lightning reflexes. The result of being attacked in this state results in being attacked by a very powerful drunk person. The user also loses his temper very easily if awoken in the best part of sleep. (Note: The user is a very light sleeper when this "attack" is used.)
Limit: Must be Drunk to do

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It was not easy being a strictly Taijutsu user, it often resulted in inordinate amounts of pressure being put on the recipients body. But in return the user was able to control nearly ever aspect of his body; like for example that one time Walter accidentally put himself to sleep.

He was standing in his most used training spot, simply meditating over what he should do. He had previously attempted to train his body in a series of circuit training exercise and was now looking for something more relaxed to do. Sitting in crossed-legged Indian position, Walter had resolved to put himself into a deep state of tranquil, but focusing on the inner ebbs and flow of his chakra. This would allow him to be entirely aware of the outside world, while being completely closed of from it as well.

His breathing was immaculate, perfectly emulating the rhythm he felt flowing around his chakra nodes inside his system. Once or time a gust of wind or resident insect threatened to disrupt his absolute calm, and some of the times they even succeeded in doing so. This continued for... well Walter had no idea of how much time had passed, but something strange was happening.

Walter could feel his limbs becoming dead, the weight o f his body being lifted and his balance being torn out from underneath him. He began to fall to the ground, but nothing he could do would break the spell, or force him to catch his body. Was he under a genjutsu? Was someone attacking him now? His consciousness was still apparent, so it was almost as if he could still 'see' around him. His mind told him, there was no danger and that.....

He was... asleep?! This was uncanny! And not to mention despite his instinct, unsafe. Walter struggled against his own body, willing himself to wake up but it seemed he hadn't fully yet grasped what it meant. An hour or two passed in this state, asleep but still aware and awake. Suddenly, Walter could feel something breaking nearby... was it a Bear crunching into the bones of it's last victim.... or.... a branch? Indeed it was a branch, one that had luckily come spiraling downwards to meet Walter, and his back.

As soon as the contact was made, Walter sprung up ferociously like a man starved for movement, his guard up ready for anything that might be waiting. But it seemed his mind had not lied, or had been tricked. He was truly, safe....

How confusing....

Snapping back to the present time, Walter fondly recalled that moment in which he had achieved a perfect 'Fake Sleep', and although he hadn't found a use for it in combat, it was funny knowing that he had the ability. Deciding to master it once and for all, he let himself go in an upright, standing position. The target area for his fall would be a soft patch of leaves that had been scattered in a pile due to the seasons, and as Walter started to close his eye, his mind's eye and his body, the image of the leaves drew closer and closer.

He had gone to sleep, but nothing could ambush him, a light maneuver could easily wake him up, but for now he slept away.

[butterflyart]

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[thedude]

Sekondo Nen (Second Sense) 0/10
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The brawler depending on the rank of the technique the user is capable of reacting through subconscious mind against attacks against the user in different manners such as being flanked, and from behind. This technique makes the brawler incapable of being surprise attacked.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user may only learn this technique by the class that they are. This means that in order to learn the "C" Rank version they must be "C" Class, if they wish to learn the "B" Rank version they must be "B" Class.
Description: A technique where the subconscious mind, where the subconscious body reacts just as they are attacked while flanked or while their back is turn. The body reacts in such a way to where they are capable of withstanding so much. This technique makes it where the Brawler is incapable of being surprised attacked, a sudden second sense kicks in as their body screams out to them yelling at them telling them to move, duck, dodge or anything else within that manner. If an opponent comes to a Brawler at a bar, and attacks with a sword, or a club, the brawler gains the urge to dodge to the left, or to the right, where they are capable of reacting before the action is completed. This works on whenever they are being attacked. This technique however has a major flaw. The user is capable of dodging only whenever the opponent's class is equal or lower to that of the rank of the technique they know. This means that a "D" Class user that knows this technique can not use this against an opponent that is "C" Class or higher.
Limit: Must be a Brawler

Eventually the brawler had woke himself up. He felt extremely well rested and reasoned that upping the intensity level of his training would benefit him fully right now. Walter recalled the time he began training for his Bull rush, when his life was put into a threatening position he was able to avoid certain crippling by use of another instinct. He wondered if he could hone in on that and expand, it would serve well in the future if he could keep his back protected often.

Of course the only way to train something like this, if it even existed, was to put himself in harms way. The only question was how much harm was enough? Walter grinned to himself and began to face the massive Cliff that he was used to 'mining' for materials. As he readied his stance for the almighty bull rush, it was clear that for him to achieve the same sense he did previously, he'd need the exact same situation.

"Orrrraaa!"

A small chanted mantra of power was followed up by a deadly bull rush, vibrations spread throughout the large rock and as expected, several tens of smaller but still dangerous rocks began to fall. Withdrawing his hand from the rock, Walter proceeded to close his eyes, and focus. It was there inside his head somewhere, that rhythmic breathing of all objects around him. He attempted to loosen his limbs and he could feel a certain swaying motion surround his body and mind, almost telling him where the attacks would be coming from. Focus, focus, focus, Walter would repeat this over and over in his mind, willing this unknown and untested ability into existence. Slowly but surely, he began to sway.

SMACK! Apparently not. Luckily for Walter the rock that had just nearly split his head in two was not big enough to do so, but if he lost his concentration at this point, the larger ones could spell his certain demise. He focused on ignoring the pain, trying to push his body into the stream of auto-consciousness, almost as if it were a second sense. Walter felt as if he knew where it came from, the instinctive urge to move in any direction came from actual brawling, every threatening object had a trajectory path that was predetermined by the moment it was launched, and all Walter would have to do is read it perfectly.

He felt the swish of a rock fly past him as at the very last second, he swayed to his left. Sadly it wasn't a perfect attempt as the edge of the rock still grazed his elbow. He could now 'feel' where they would land, but combining this new ability while keeping his body at 100% motor capacity was a challenge, both acts contradicted each other as one required him to be tranquil, while the other alert. Searching inside himself without ever opening his eyes, Walter reasoned that his fear of not trusting in the path shown was the problem, instinctively he would raise his hand or attempt to start running when instead he should be letting his mind guide him.

A tingle shot down Walt's spine as his mind's eye told him the next rock was a dozy. The bad boy was hurtling down fast and would flatten him like a crépe in roughly 2 seconds. Resisting the urge to open his eyes or force a movement, Walter eventually saw it, and felt it. Like a puppet on strings something pulled him forward, and this time he accepted its guidance, the massive sound of a structure falling in front of him brought a grin to his face, but the large thud that followed forced his eyes open. It was massive, and not only had he dodged it while blind, he was also in a prime position to counter-attack if this inanimate object were another ninja. This would be infinitely useful in the future and next time, all of his eyes would be open.

[Draven]

+10 -learned-

[thedude]

Chierītama (Cherry Bullet) 0/10
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu/TaiJutsu
Effect: User is able to launch their cigarette or cigar at an opponent at great speeds as the cherry of the two bursts into a small flame when hitting target.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: The user takes a puff out of their cigarette or cigar until a little red is shown. The user then launches the item towards the opponent by spitting it out up to a distance of ten meters. When the item hits against the designated target it bursts into a small flame. This may be used to ignite flammable objects, or distract an opponent. The burst of flame blows within the size of half a meter.
Limit: Must be a member of the Kasutā clan.

The cigarette lit and tucked neatly between Walter's lips emanated a threatening red color. It reminded him of a time when he was younger, and more naive in his judgment of peoples character, specifically his guardian the Kasuta. Prying the stick out from his mouth, Walter turned it round and round in his hand, surveying the beautiful combination of smoke and flame entwined.

Walter was pretty hungry and there seemed to be nothing to eat around the house. Almost as if his stomach and his mind were one, the rumbling inside his gut pressured him to look harder, and eventually he came across a jar. He had recalled that the Kasuta had instructed him strictly not to go near it, let alone open the damned thing. But he wasn't around now and Walter was hungry. As his hand neared the lid, Walter could here the lighting of a fire, and a split second later the searing pain and smell of burning flesh.

"Walter!"

The echoing sound of his voice inside Walter's head rung annoyingly even today. He was burned by a cigarette that had somehow impacted and burst with his backside, all using chakra. When he questioned his guardian about the logic behind this, Katsuga had explained that using the smoke as a guidance and trail for his chakra, he was able to make a sudden burst explosion happen with his lit cigarette.

Forming the 'Ram' seal, Walter took a long draw on his death-stick, and began to focus on the patterns and flow of the smoke he had learned to control. Slowly but surely he could feel his influence press upon the gas, moving it around his head in order to warm up his level of control. When he felt he was ready, Walter took aim outside his bedroom window at a single balanced can atop a tree branch distanced 7 meters away.

He could feel a bit of sweat roll down his head as he began to thin out his chakra, projecting a line between him and his target using the smallest trace of smoke as a cross hair. The next part was actually aiming and using nothing but his mouth muscles to propel his cigarette straight and true. His first attempt fell short about a meter away, so it had seemed more force was needed for the next one.

"Chierītama "

He uttered the name of the technique with confidence, as if it were somehow empowering. He focused his gaze at the cans body, refusing to blink as he built up a steady stream of chakra leading towards it. There was a soft sound of spitting as the second attempt did indeed, fly forward, cherry first. The final part of the jutsu would come into play as Walter would have to wait for the exact moment to force his chakra into a burst pattern. a second past and the cigarette had reached it's destination.

"Now!"

With a small boost of encouragement, Walter was slightly awed as the mini explosion occurred, leaving behind a several charred can of juice. the split second i t touched, Walter felt the impact as if his mouth were guiding the object itself, this enabled him to truly get a 'feel' for when he needed to 'detonate'. The impact wasn't as explosive as the one he remembered from childhood, but the timing was right and it would only get easier to use from here. Glancing down at his pack, there were several twenty cigarettes just begging to be used in this training. Taking one to his mouth, Walter tried again, and again, until he could flawlessly hit the target.

[N A T S U M I]

+10; Learned.

[thedude]

Damēji Heri (Damage Reduction) 0/10
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: This technique is similar to that of Roll With the Punches, except that this technique works on a stacking manner to Roll With the Punches, as well as it works against Blunt, Bludgeoning, and Solidified attacks. The user is capable of withstanding more then usual as their body becomes adaptable towards broad attacks, where the muscles harden making the Brawler durable.
Special: ---
Drawback: Does not work on Slashing, Piercing attacks, or attacks that are not solidified, that hits in a mass amount.
Description: When the user first learns this technique they are capable of only reducing the damage of techniques of Bludgeoning, Blunt, and Solidified Attacks of "D" Rank one rank below then its capability. When the user learns "C" Rank version of this technique they are capable of reducing the "C" Rank Bludgeoning, Blunt, and Solidified Attacks down one Rank as well as as "D" Ranks go down 1.2 times reduced capability. When the user learns "B" Rank of this technique the user is capable of withstanding "B" Rank Blunt, Bludgeoning, and Solidified attacks reducing the power down by one rank. It is capable of reducing "C" Rank techniques 1.2 times reduced, and "D" Rank techniques 1.4 times reduced. When the user learns "A" Rank of this technique the user is capable of withstanding "A" Rank Blunt, Bludgeoning, and Solidified attacks reducing the power down by one rank. It is capable of reducing "B" Rank techniques 1.2 times reduced, "C" Rank techniques down to 1.4 times reduced, and "D" Rank techniques 1.6 times reduced. When the user learns "S" Rank of this technique the user is capable of withstanding "S" Rank Blunt, Bludgeoning, and Solidified attacks reducing the power down by one rank. It is capable of reducing "A" Rank techniques 1.2 times reduced, "B" Rank techniques down to 1.4 times reduced, "C" Rank techniques down to 1.6 times reduced and "D" Rank techniques 1.8 times reduced.
Limit: Must know Sekondo Nen (Second Sense) "D" before going into.

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As time went on, Walter began to notice the strengthening of his limbs in direct correlation to how hard he would able to hit things without feeling any or much pain. He wasn't sure if there was a scientific or chakra related reason as to why this occurred, all he knew is that he now felt comfortable with wearing less and less padded protection for his sparring needs.

The tallest tree in the Kuma Klearing stood several ten's of feet tall, and was as thick and sturdy as steel. Unwrapping his leather gloves from his hands, Walter had resolved to see how much his limbs could withstand until his bones would eventually start to break. As risky as this was, it was the only sure way he knew of confirming.

Rushing at the tree like a bull, Walter began with a series of simple fist strikes and jabs, each one sent a vibration of impact and slight twinge as the tree groaned from being mercilessly attacked. One, two and repeat, Walter continued to wail on the tree with his fists, occasionally throwing in a large hay maker in for good measure. He could feel very little pain coming from his knuckle area, though bruising did begin to appear across them.

thud after thus rang out as Walter began to switch between his elbows, his feet and even his head once of twice, chips of bark, blood and sweat began to shave off both himself and the target, his movements became slightly slower as fatigue began to catch up with him. But amongst all the traditional drawbacks of such vigorous training, there was still yet a mass amount of pain to be felt, and so his strikes raged on.

Several hours went by and Walter could most certainly feel his body ache from the repeated movements and techniques he had attempted on the tree. Pausing for 5 Min's, he stepped back to observe his knuckles, elbows, shins and torso. He had tried slamming his entire body into it in order to further test his previous theory, it seemed like his bone density was not only increasing in his arms and legs, but his entire skeletal structure was slowly adapting to the correlating amounts of force.

This didn't stop bleeding however, there was a lot of skin missing in key areas, followed by a lot of bruising. But upon closer inspection, and added pressure from Walter himself, he could feel very little worry and pain as his fists and co continued to rage on. if this were the case, then theoretically he could endlessly assault harder and harder materials to make his body overcome many obstacles, but for now he focused on finishing the tree. Which would give out first? his bones? Not likely, and Walter stepped back 10 feet away and began to charge.

"Sensai Kaba!"

In a split decision Walter decided to use his bull rush, and sure enough his fist went sailing into and through the entire trunk of the tree, it's width totaling double the size of his. There was a gaping hole in the middle of the tree. And yet, Walter felt no repercussion, besides the standard fatigue.

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[butterflyart]

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