As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Nao stood on the soft sands of the beach, his feet firmly planted and his gaze unwavering. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore mingled with the early morning stillness, creating a serene backdrop for his intense focus. Each breath he took was steady, purposeful, as he prepared his body and mind for the training he had planned. Most would be using this time to enjoy the sun, sand, and water, but Nao knew he needed to prepare for the road that was ahead of him. He had enjoyed himself at the fair the day before, and now it was time for him to focus himself once more.
With the rising sun casting a warm, golden glow across the beach, Nao activated his Byakugan. His vision expanded, allowing him to see up to 250 meters in all directions. The intricate network of chakra points on every living thing within his range became visible, a testament to his lineage's powerful dojutsu. His purple eyes scanned the surroundings with acute awareness, every detail and movement within his field of vision registering with crystal clarity. It was mostly to ensure that someone didn't walk up in the way while he was training, but also so he didn't have to worry about someone attacking him from behind, he wasn't in the safety of his village and enemies could be anywhere.
Raising his hands into the initial stance of the Gentle Fist, Nao didn't worry about flowing chakra through for this, it was more about precise control. With a swift, fluid motion, he struck the air in front of him, visualizing the tenketsu points he would target on an opponent's body. Each strike was a delicate balance of grace and power, designed not to harm externally but to disrupt the flow of chakra within. There were other styles he could have practiced, like the strong fist or even his own created style, but he figured he would save that for when he needed it in the exams. No sense in letting others know what he could do in case other competitors were watching him.
The beach provided the perfect training ground. The uneven sand beneath his feet forced him to adjust his balance constantly, honing his agility and stability. As he moved through his forms, the sand whispered beneath his feet, a testament to the speed and precision of his techniques. Nao’s training was more than physical. It was a mental exercise, a discipline that demanded complete concentration. His mind was a blank slate, free from distraction, focusing solely on the perfection of each technique. Taking momentary breaks between the techniques, allowing the peace of the scene to wash over him, knowing that every drop of sweat and every second spent practicing brought him closer to his goal.
With the rising sun casting a warm, golden glow across the beach, Nao activated his Byakugan. His vision expanded, allowing him to see up to 250 meters in all directions. The intricate network of chakra points on every living thing within his range became visible, a testament to his lineage's powerful dojutsu. His purple eyes scanned the surroundings with acute awareness, every detail and movement within his field of vision registering with crystal clarity. It was mostly to ensure that someone didn't walk up in the way while he was training, but also so he didn't have to worry about someone attacking him from behind, he wasn't in the safety of his village and enemies could be anywhere.
Raising his hands into the initial stance of the Gentle Fist, Nao didn't worry about flowing chakra through for this, it was more about precise control. With a swift, fluid motion, he struck the air in front of him, visualizing the tenketsu points he would target on an opponent's body. Each strike was a delicate balance of grace and power, designed not to harm externally but to disrupt the flow of chakra within. There were other styles he could have practiced, like the strong fist or even his own created style, but he figured he would save that for when he needed it in the exams. No sense in letting others know what he could do in case other competitors were watching him.
The beach provided the perfect training ground. The uneven sand beneath his feet forced him to adjust his balance constantly, honing his agility and stability. As he moved through his forms, the sand whispered beneath his feet, a testament to the speed and precision of his techniques. Nao’s training was more than physical. It was a mental exercise, a discipline that demanded complete concentration. His mind was a blank slate, free from distraction, focusing solely on the perfection of each technique. Taking momentary breaks between the techniques, allowing the peace of the scene to wash over him, knowing that every drop of sweat and every second spent practicing brought him closer to his goal.
