Tengoku was deep into the third floor of the grand konoha training facility. He had used this place for months now and the results had been spectacular. Even though he knew it was manufactured it all smelled and felt real to him. So many people had told him he wasn't going to make it as a shinobi. That he was faking it just to stay close to his sister. She was always the talented one. Her mind a tier above the rest. At best Tengoku had been average. He had grown up the bullied kid that wasn't as capable as the other children. The only thing going for him was his sense of smell and hearing. Even those he didn't utilize well at the time. However over the recent years he had learned a great deal about life. About fighting and what it meant to put his life on the line. He had discovered his weaknesses and been forced to overcome them. Nearly paying a heavy price in the meantime. His last mission before his promotion.....they had nearly lost their lives for getting too far ahead of themselves. Pride and anger driving them. It had been foolishness at the time to think they had been ready.
His right hand lifted to touch the scar running down his right eye. Feeling the oddly smooth skin there. His sister had saved his eye but a scar was there to remind him of his pride. He would lower his hand as he looked to the side with silver eyes through a mess of white hair to the large back pack sitting on a rock with his low quality katana. He hadn't found a better sword yet and this one was from someone who had claimed to be the hokage at the time. Someone who stuck around when the neko took everyone away. Just like he and his sister had stuck around. Now he stood there in black shinobi pants tightly tied at the ankles and waist with a black tank top. His muscles were well defined and tense but he seemed so calm. He took a steady breath as he focused himself. Todays practice was harnessing the raiton energy within him. He would lift his right hand again as he focused. Watching blue streaks of electricity randomly dancing between his fingers. Good, he could bring it out. Now he just needed to focus on molding it.