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    Vessel of Wood [Solo, Training]

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    Post by Guest Mon Mar 05, 2018 5:16 am

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    The training grounds that surrounding him were silent, as they always were when he came here. The small clearing was covered in the signs of his constant work, footprints, areas the grass parted where he would practice stretching and meditation to ease his body, slowly building it up over the days that ticked away slowly.

    How many times had he come here, in the past few months after his graduation? The Raikage and other Jounin had struggled to place him in a proper squad due to how weak his body was, he had been forced to push himself slowly over these months in order to better himself for that very reason. Yet, he could not deny that the results had finally begun to show themselves. He was still incredibly thin, but it was no longer to the point of being skin and bone. Instead, he would more likely describe himself as being more "lean" than "fragile".

    Certainly, he still didn't hold the body of a true warrior by any means, but at the very least he had shown considerable evolution, and now there was something that he could do in order to build on exactly that. The technique he had been carefully practicing was a simple stance that was designed for a single purpose; to release the bodies built up power through powerful singular blows. No sporadic movements or feints, it was designed to end a fight as quickly as possible through potent, short blows.

    In short, it was entirely the opposite of his normal style in combat, though he approved of the idea of trying to "kill with every attack", that was the only part of this he could really approve of. However, that was why it was key that he learn the styles in question. Getting the styles that he knew he would be the worst at, out of the way first, would allow him to hold that much more control and appreciation when it came to creating styles he would rather utilize.

    Similarly, he practiced Taijutsu as a last resort, as well as knowing that holding a strong body was core in order to properly support a strong mind. If someone got close enough to him that he needed to utilize Taijutsu to defeat them or create distance, then he needed to have every weapon in his arsenal there for him to utilize such.

    Releasing a slow breath, he would shift himself, his new muscles controlling well as he raised both of his hands up and forming a fist in each, his palms facing one another with his left raised slightly above his right. Smoothly, his legs would splay out, carefully measuring the footing of his body to balance himself properly and keep one knee ready behind for the powerful blows involved with the style.

    Finally, he began. He had seen the style now, countless times, and watched every time the users had shifted their weight to deliver a crushing blow. Studied the theories, memorized the motions, each time dedicating it all to his mind to better improve himself afterward. Now was no different, and as he clenched his hands he would feel the way his muscles shifted as he formed his fists tighter than before.

    When he had first begun this training, he could barely properly hold a basic fighting stance, or throw a simple punch. But now he could feel the shift, the way his weight moved from one point to the next with his footing and angle of his body. For a brief moment, he was reminded of the effort he had poured into himself to reach this point, and for a single instant, he felt an odd stirring in his chest, a fluttering in his stomach. It was an odd thing, an emotion he couldn't label.

    Accomplishment, perhaps? That seemed correct, however, he had no need for such a thing, and so even as his muscles clenched, even as he stepped forward and released a powerful open palm, he buried the feeling. There was no point in it, no, he had far more to accomplish before he could ever dream of feeling something as idiotic as pride. His palm smashed into the training dummy, and he felt it crack.

    That was nothing special, it had happened in the past. But it was different, his hand didn't sting, his arm didn't ache from a single blow. No, the dummy held a single dent in its padding, and he was able to slowly clench his hand without issue afterward. His expression remained blank, bland, and yet slowly his fist tightened as his gaze narrowed on the dummy. He could do it, today, he would master this stance, and when he did he would continue his evolution.

    He would continue to grow stronger. With this thought, his fist smashed into the training dummy, again, and again. Each blow grew more focused, his aim grew sharper, his movements more fluid. The stance was raw power, and yet there was more to it than that he discovered the longer he practiced it. If he wished to ensure his blow landed with maximum power, he had to shift his body properly. His limbs had to adjust properly, his weight had to transfer from his legs and into his core before being released into his shoulders and arm.

    Using his entire body as a weapon, feeling the thud each time he landed a hit, the hum of adrenaline, of his blood pumping through his body and pushing him to his limits. It was a sensation that Mako had never once managed in his life, but now, here, he could feel it. His body was no longer weak, he could fight, he could move, he could become strong.

    This stance, this jutsu, it was only his first step toward that goal, and as he felt his body continue to shift-- raining blows down against the dummy, his eyes ignited with a light that had never been there. It was his technique now, and soon, he would grow ever more. This was just the beginning, and the next few hours of dedicated effort would seal the point of that thought.

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    It was invigorating, feeling the way his body had slowly begun to develop, but now feeling how much more effective he had become pushed that feeling even further. His body, he knew, had limits of course but that didn't matter when he could utilize his chakra in order to amplify him even further. This was proven, as with each blow he felt his power increasing as he grew used to the sensations. His muscles didn't burn, there was some degree of muscle fatigue but nothing too extensive by any means. The sound of his palms and knee's striking the dummy, again, and again filled the air repeatedly.

    The more he pushed himself, the more he could feel his body adjusting properly to the movements, and finally, as he halted to take a few breaths and steady himself he glanced down at his legs. He had continued to grow the past few months, and it was coming in handy now from what he could tell. His legs were longer, his joints strong, and as he slowly released a breath to gather himself he would shift the stance just slightly. The technique had been called "Rising Knee" he was fairly certain, not that it mattered too much, but it was certainly fitting.

    A powerful upward knee that utilized the Arhat style in order to maximize raw destructive force, something he could appreciate considering it would keep his hands free for handseals in order to get the distance between him and his attacker, should he need to fall back on Taijutsu at all. Slowly lowering his hands to his sides, his body similarly shifted downward, aiming to maximize his physical mobility and push all of his weight and momentum into his lower body. The style taught to keep the body tight, and firm, a hard style that poured everything into power.

    He would utilize that fully and suddenly would launch himself upward as his knee smashed into the dummy once, twice, and then three times. Falling back, he examined the impact zones of his attack, before repeating once again. The sound of his knee smashing into the dummy filled the clearing, each resounding crack growing slightly more accurate as he would begin mixing in other forms of Taijutsu attacks in order to get a rhythm and momentum going to shift into the knee each time. He had seen similar moves, mimicked them, memorized them, and now it was paying off in dividends. Within a few hours, he knew he would have the technique down, and he could then move on to even more variations.

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    Post by Guest Mon Mar 05, 2018 7:27 pm

    The hours of training would continue, after all, all Mako did anymore was train. He didn't bother with social interactions, he didn't bother with pointless parties, or dates, all that mattered to him was using the body that he had finally managed to gain. He wanted strength, and every time he felt his limb smash into a target, he could understand that strength. The sound of his limbs striking wood and leather were therapeutic to him, in a way, a reward for all the patient, a slow-paced pain he had endured over the years.

    This was what pushed him, and as he finally came to a halt he stared at the large dent that had formed in the head of the training dummy. His knee having bashed through the wood repeatedly, causing a slight light to dance within his eyes. It was his, and now, he had to move on to the next. His goal was to master the basic techniques of the Arhat style by the end of the day. The sun had begun to pass the mid-day point, and that meant he had only a bit more time to do so.

    The next basic technique of the style had been named "Shoulder Charge", and was really something he doubted he would ever use, but there was always that chance. The technique was based heavily on the idea of releasing overwhelming raw physical power through a body-tackle, designed to knock the target over. The idea of being that close to someone, and using his core and torso as a weapon, was intimidating and seemed idiotic to him. However, it was key he learned every technique, every style, that he could.

    With this adamant thought, he would take several steps back and stare the dummy down. It was rooted firmly in the earth, the support was easily as wide as his thigh. That would be his goal, to break the base with the force of his tackle and smash the dummy into the earth. Releasing a slow breath and lifting his limbs upward, Mako would roll his shoulders slowly, fully aware that this was very likely going to hurt quite a bit.

    Still, he had to do what was needed. Cracking his knuckles once and allowing his body to adjust, he would pull himself back and lower himself slightly as he faced his right shoulder toward the dummy. This would build the habit, and keep his dominant hand safely to the side for a more deadly attack after the tackle, or capable of being utilized for his jutsu. Either way was fine, and as he would relax himself, Mako would dash forward.

    Feeling his shoulder smash into the dummy felt about as he had assumed it would-- painful. He wasn't used to such things unlike his strikes, and he had to make a mental note to ensure that he braced properly next time. The impact was painful, but not to the point he couldn't endure. Slowly drawing himself back, he re-angled himself to ensure he minimized the impact of his blows before focusing his gaze on the target once more.

    Repeating the attack, again, and again, Mako felt his shoulder growing accustomed to the impact. However, more importantly, he felt the dummy cracking with each blow as he applied extensive force to the upper-half of its frame repeatedly. The base was beginning to creak and groan under the strain, and with each blow that shook both his shoulders and the dummy, he could feel it beginning to give. Just a bit more, a bit more power, a better angle, a slight shift in momentum.

    The sun continued to slowly flow across the sky as the young man's eyes narrowed on the target, pushing himself more, and more, until finally as the sounds of crickets began to fill the air-- they were abruptly silenced. The impact of his shoulder smashing into the dummy, and sending it crashing to the ground startling them all into scattering. Mako panted, his hand lifting to massage his bruised and battered shoulder before he would slowly relax and straighten.

    He had managed it-- and now, it was time to begin the true test of his current physique, the style that he wished to create was going to require quite a bit more training than the basic, and simple Arhat. Still, he had a fairly strong sense that it would fit his preferences far more, and perhaps, it would allow him to learn how to create his own jutsu that much more.

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    Post by Guest Mon Mar 05, 2018 9:39 pm

    It was the next day, and Mako stared quietly at the surrounds of the clearing. He had to replace the training dummy with a new one, the previous having been beaten down. Briefly he had debated simply using something like a tree trunk, however, the style that he was attempting to create was not something that could be as simply designed as raw power. He needed to have a proper humanoid shape, or the style itself could be nullified by his inexperience dealing with proper targets.

    Due to this, he had settled on a new dummy that held arms, something he could practice properly on even if it wasn't exactly a proper substitute for a real opponent. But, he didn't want anyone to learn of his combat styles if he could help it, keeping himself known as a scrawny weakling that was limited to Genjutsu sounded like more than enough to him. Releasing a slow breath, he would slowly lift up his arms before halting.

    What was the best position to hold himself for this stance, for this style? The question was more difficult than just raising up his hands to start punching. He wanted this stance to be fluid, like water dancing around an opponent. Most styles took aspects of nature or animals. Perhaps he should think of something similar. Slowly lowering his arms back down, he would lift his head slowly as he debated a good candidate. There was, of course, the obvious choice of water. However, that lacked the deadly counter that he was aiming for.

    Water was devastating, certainly, but it wasn't the right image. It was roaring, and powerful. Or, it was careful and slow, chipping away at those it interacted with. Neither fit his image for the style, so instead, he was forced to look elsewhere for conceivable inspiration. Allowing his mind to wander over the animals that came to mind. A species that was fast, attacked at high speeds, was difficult to keep track of and yet could kill in a single blow.

    The answer popped into his mind instantly, a snake. Specifically one of the poisonous variety, something that caused him to smirk slightly, how fitting.
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    Post by Guest Mon Mar 05, 2018 9:52 pm

    With his symbolic species chosen, Mako was free to begin working toward the style itself and what it would involve. If he wished to base the style around the concept of a snake, then he would need to properly utilize the mobility of his limbs. Snakes struck at high speeds when they saw an opening, they used swaying motions and mobility to keep their edge, avoiding damage while delivering devastating blows that could kill effortlessly.

    If he wanted to properly mimic that, he would first need to learn how to properly implement the use of footwork and mobility, something that then raised the question on the best way to do exactly that. Glancing down at his feet, Mako would shift himself back and forth a few times idly in thought as he practiced getting into the motions of swaying back and forth.

    Footwork would be key, he needed to properly initiate the method of keeping his footing close enough together to minimize trackable movement, while also carefully keeping track of his own body so that he could maximize dodging capabilities. Motions like that would make it inherently difficult and would require practice. Footwork, that would be the foundation for the entire style, and from that footwork, he could then practice the movements of the body in order to maximize its effects.

    He was also tense, on guard, doing this properly would require that he learn to keep his guard up while remaining lax. Something he doubted severely would actually be simple to achieve, and yet he still didn't doubt it was within his possibilities. Certainly, it may push his body a bit, but that was a good thing. The more he could push himself, the better he would be able to properly manipulate and adjust his form mid-combat, besides, the stance would rely far more on his observational abilities than actual speed.

    One of his greatest strengths, even if it was honed by his weakness, that didn't make it any less potent as a weapon now.
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    Post by Guest Mon Mar 05, 2018 10:03 pm

    He'd been at it for hours. Dedicated footwork was a complicated thing when one had never actually bothered with it previously. Coordination was incredibly key, and he was fully aware that he lacked quite a bit of it due to how new his healed form was. Every time his footing would shift, he found himself stumbling, unable to properly keep his legs together long enough to keep himself in-time with the movements to shift his weight.

    Every time, he would be forced to separate his legs for a wider base, or stumble and nearly fall trying to maintain his proper center of balance. He was beginning to realize the weakness of this stance, and how much he was lacking in the coordination department to execute it properly. This was frustrating, but it wasn't something he hadn't already predicted, he had known his body had begun to finally build back up to a healthy state once more after all. However, that didn't magically mean that he would have the coordination and control to properly support Taijutsu to its fullest.

    If that were the case, then instead of trying to perfect the style itself he should instead be working toward gaining his coordination, and balance. His therapy previously had touched on it, utilizing stretches and movements in order to maximize mobility of the joints, but this would be different. He needed to learn to properly center himself, train muscles he had never truly used to hold his weight and balance himself perfectly. If he could gain a proper level of control over his muscles, his body, his weight, and momentum-- then creating this Taijutsu style would become far easier, and much more possible.

    The entire purpose of it was to enhance his body through the use of chakra, and control, instead of having to dedicate himself to increase his physical prowess naturally. Maintaining a healthy body, while using skill to enhance himself was far more appealing to him, Ninjutsu and Genjutsu, after all, were aspects that were far more in his favor, training in the other forms of combat was simply to help cover his weaknesses and help him build a powerful foundation to act upon.

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