The Return of the King

Daijiro takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly, grounding himself as he starts the slow process of making his chakra into paper. He supposes he'll eventually get better at it if he continues training, maybe even improving the speed at which he can change his chakra to paper at a rate that he'd be able to make the Tenchi clan techniques come out at a near instant rate. He shakes his head, making his blonde hair bounce a little. That'd be the day.

He then focuses his attention on the wooden training dummy ahead of him. On a sunny day like today, around noon, it was too hot for the fog and mist to hang heavily in the air, and so the air was clear and Daijiro had a rare clear line of sight to a distance greater than a few dozen feet. The technique he was planning to train was rudimentary anyway, compared to the chakram technique he'd already learned, and it was important for one to have a full repertoire at their disposal for any given situation. It helped that the Paper Rain technique didn't even require handseals, but a focus on the target and on creating the paper weapons instead.

With a sudden movement, Daijiro raises both hands, pointing them at the training dummy and letting the paper projectiles fly, stabbing into the woods deeply, hitting as hard as a rain of arrows, but after only 20 kunai have peppered the dummy does the barrage stop. Daijiro pauses to observe his work; the poor training dummy is certainly far worse for wear, and the Genin feels accomplished in learning this technique, so he considers the next technique to learn. Perhaps the clone jutsu?

OOC: 150/150 Paper Rain

Daijiro begins work on the next technique, now that he's decided on trying to learn to use the clone jutsu as well. It was already a simple enough jutsu; he'd memorized the method described in his clan's technique scrolls already, now he merely needed to put his hard work into practice. He didn't even need a training dummy for this training, but he always felt that it was easier to train out in the training grounds. As he focuses on forming more of his chakra into paper, he notices somewhat off-handedly that the paper projectiles he'd launched into the training dummy were gradually becoming soft and dropping out of the splintered wood. Without chakra to keep the paper firm, they seemed to simply return to a state of softer, weaker paper. It was an interesting sight, but one he only observed in passing. At the moment, he was far more focused on his work of making more paper for his clone technique than on the area around him.

He stops once he's made enough paper for the technique, then focuses on spinning that paper into a human form, giving it shape and color a mere five meters to his right, until the paper coalesces into a clone of himself, made entirely of his paper.

OOC: 150/150 Paper Clone

The final technique was just as simple as the first two, though he felt that it wasn't really quite so useful, at least for himself. He rarely had a need to make more throwing weapons for himself to use, but it might come in handy if he were to run low on such tools. He can even do some target practice with his own paper clone.

It's far simpler, at least, to form individual slips of paper from his chakra, though the next step requires a bit of mental concentration as he folds the strip into a four-pointed shuriken. He feels he can do it far faster if he practices a little, and so he forms another, and another, each one going a bit faster. His paper clone mocks his progress at forming a shuriken from his paper nearly instantly with a sarcastic slow clap, to which Daijiro responds by grabbing the paper shuriken he's just made and throwing it through his own paper clone to make it dissipate back into the paper that constituted its form.

With his training done for the day, he turns away from the training grounds and leaves once again for his home.

OOC: 150/150 Paper Shuriken
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Daijiro returns to the training field, shaking off some of the previous night's sleep, or lack thereof. He wonders for a moment if he makes others uncomfortable with his presence; after all, he always seemed to come to the training field alone, and although he never bothered anyone, it felt like some people couldn't live and let live, even if troublemakers had mostly left. Some people were despots, and self-defined despots, at that. Not that those kinds of people were even mentally capable of self-reflection. Some people saw fit to keep an iron grip on whatever power they hold, and never give it up, even if they no longer technically held any official power, and only wanted to rule through discord, since they had no real power, and only wanted to flex their power over others any way that they could.

But Daijiro had little need for such thoughts. He came here to train, and train he would. Those who held actual power were the ones with actual administrative power, not some worthless scum-sucker, and that was all he needed to consider.

The technique he really wanted to learn was really simple enough that he could have done it in the time it took him to wax poetic about people without the mental capacity for self-reflection. So simple, in fact, that he could perform the single half of a Tiger handseal and immediately move a hundred meters. Well, to be frank, it wasn't quite immediate. His natural speed was slow, so the Body Flicker technique wasn't entirely helpful, but it was certainly useful in its own right, he had to give it that.

OOC: 100/100 Body Flicker

Another fairly simple technique he had chosen to come to the training ground to learn: the Haze Clone Technique. This one was also fairly simple. So simple in fact, that his mind began to wander again as he begins training for the use of the technique. Thinking over people who own things, but can't stand to actually even pretend to own them. What sort of worthless scum such people were, almost as bad as if they'd hired friends to do something for them, but then looked the other way as their own property became useless for others. In his reverie, he nearly trips over some fallen blade on the ground. He'd really need to get a professional out here, perhaps a profession on things like wood and boards, in order to clean up this mess. In fact, there are multiple fallen blades and wooden boards scattered over the training grounds. Fallen blades, and a professional on boards. Certainly, something would need to be done.

The Haze clone technique was performed easily enough. Two handseals, and another Daijiro rises from the ground, like a swamp creature rising from the muck. It looked just like him, but Daijiro knows if he assaults this form, it would simply reform back around the strike. He dismisses the technique, letting the Haze Clone dissipate from the misty air like a stink cloud being whisked away by a hand.

OOC: 100/100 Haze Clone Technique

Another final technique, one to complete his trio of simple training, though this one would be slightly more difficult than the previous jutsu. It would maybe even require a bit more focus, for him to keep his mind attuned to what he was doing, although the technique honestly only required a single handseal. It was at least more useful in situations that called for stealth, although the technique included a warning about its use against those with chakra-seeing abilities. He wondered what exactly that meant, he'd never personally come across any of those famous Hyuuga or Sharingan users, so he wondered who could have learned that about this technique.

He performs the single handseal easily enough as his body sinks down into the shadows, disappearing from the view of most people at least. If it fooled 90% of people, it would be useful enough for the purposes of the shinobi. He slips back out of the shadows again, then scoffs at how easy these techniques were compared to the more powerful jutsu of the Tenchi clan. He walks off from the training grounds now. There was no real reason for him to be there any longer than that.

OOC: 150/150 Hiding in Shadows Technique
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