Shifting Red Sands of Training

Feet cloaked in black shinobi boots would crunch the sand below them with each step, the grainy crunch while irritating was so normal the man who walked into The Red Sand Training Grounds that he tuned it out completely, ears only open for additional footsteps of others, but hearing none. The training grounds was empty, which while carrying its own messages of hard times, did mean no one was around to be in the way of training. The wind would pick up a bit of dust before pushing past the white cloak featuring 'Sandaime Kazekage' upon it as the man would come to stand in the middle of the training grounds, his mismatched hues glancing from one side to the other, looking for signs of life. Still, nothing. Azuma would let out a quiet sigh and shut his eyes, him removing the Kazekage cloak, folding it, and setting it down--along with the white and green hat that went with it, leaving Azuma in his normal combat outfit. His Silverweed fire resistant outfit, all his gear, and his headband wrapped about his torso like a belt, a pop of red with the cloth band that held it there.

He'd been running the information he gathered on the jutsu he planned to train through his head as he walked out there, the man having access to knowledge of jutsu he'd only heard of before, now within his grasp. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before letting his hands form a handseal--a singular half Tiger seal with only one hand. In a flurry of poofs of smoke, an army of himself filled the area, a literal grouping of roughly 100 clones of Azuma now populating a good part of the large training grounds.

[200/200. Learned Multi-Shadow Clone Technique]

"Simple enough..." he'd say, taking in another deep breath and sighing it out, the feeling of roughly 200 eyes focused on him making him feel a bit awkward. "One of you wanna give me a hand...I think I can do it myself, but they suggested using clones to make it easier." he'd mention to his clones, one nodding and approaching, knowing exactly what his plan was next. The real Azuma held out his hand, and began providing chakra into his palm. Meanwhile, his clone would introduce a swirling effect with his own chakra. An orb of chakra was formed, and the clone gave it rotation. This went on for a moment, before the clone disappeared, and the real Azuma was left holding a ball of condensed and spiraling chakra, his mismatched hues looking to it.

He'd nod and turn his focus forward, brow narrowing as he glared towards one of his clones. The clone simply looked back at him with no fear of what he knew was about to happen--knowing overall he was just a clone and was to be the target for this jutsu--the Rasengan. Azuma rushed forward towards his clone, leaping into the air before shoving the orb of chakra into his clone, it quickly ripping them apart, poofing into a cloud of smoke. Azuma would hold out his hand and form another, this time without the aid of a clone, owing to his high control over his chakra. His other hand would be held out, and quickly would form three single handed hand seals. Within that palm, chakra formed, and sparked to life with the sound of screaming lightning. Rasengan in one hand, Raikiri in another, the man charged forth, and began tearing through multiple of his clones. Some took it, some fled, some tried to defend themselves, but all that he could reach would meet their end.

[200/200. Learned Rasengan]

Azuma would come to stand on the outskirts of the group of clones of his...in a large poof of smoke, they all disappeared, and as did his techniques he held in each hand. He'd rise up and take in a number of breathes, catching himself up from using back to back jutsu like that. But he still had plenty more in the pool and had more jutsu to learn. By now the the sun hovering low over the western horizon, painting the training grounds in hues of orange, red, and pink as the man stood, a single hand rising up and forming a half tiger hand seal.

A single clone formed next to him, one with more chakra than the shadow clones from before, enough for it to use sensory techniques. Simple enough, considering the Sensing Technique wasn't very taxing on the user. "Let me know if you can see me after this, and if you can sense me..." "Alright." After the short exchange Azuma would continue to hold this half tiger seal, and almost as if the wind ripped away at his figure, it'd disappear from sight, the light around Azuma bending and reflecting his surroundings perfectly to cover his entire form, making him completely invisible.

[200/200. Learned Hiding in Camouflage Technique.]