Dojo.

[hobnob]

The locale Itoshii was placed in by Konohas council was great. It had everything he needed. Place to sleep, place to lounge, place to eat, and most importantly a place to train. The Dojo was located on the highest floor of the building, it was spacious, filled with traditional Japanese mats, and walls. The place made him feel very Zen upon entering the place. He liked it. It was time for him to try and understand his ability. This was not going to happen with him fighting someone else. He had to look deep within himself, and see what caused this aura of gravity to form itself around him in the first place.

Itoshii moved to the centre of the dojo. Sitting down crosslegged he took a deep breath, and breathed out very slowly. Trying to centre his attention on his breath to clear his mind and eventually lead his mind through everything he had been through that might had caused a defensive barrier to appear around him. Breathing in and out, allowing his breath to work its normal rhythm. He paid close attention, emptying his mind of any thoughts. All there was, was his breath. Like a swinging door, that's all there was. In that moment, that is all that existed. His breath.

A few minutes have passed, and his mind began to enter the flow state. He felt like he was at the peak of his being. Slowly he began to shift his mind to his past, to the events that happened in his life. The troubles that happened through out his life. The invasion of his home by an enemy village, the death and pain his family and friends experienced. All the pain it caused him. He remembered the morning when he realised there was a cloak around him. The cloak that protected him from anything, and everything. He remembered what happened the day before. Seeing his friend get killed by Iwagakure. He began to understand, the cloak was a defensive mechanism cause by his mind going into overdrive from the trauma of seeing his friend get brutally murdered. Itoshii knew, it was time to accept it. It was time to let go of that event. It was time to put an end to it affecting him. It was time to accept it, move on, and grow.

The youth let go of that memory, and centred his focus on his breathing once again. He had to clear his mind, and then revisit this memory once again. Again, and again, until his mind was okay with it. Until his physiology accepted what had happened. Breathing in, breathing out. Swinging door, that is all that existed. He did not exist, he existed as the movement of air. The is all he was. Flow state, the swinging door did its job. He could think clearly, he could relive his memories as if they were happening there and then, before him. He jumped back, immediately, back to the scene where he saw his friend get cut into pieces by an Iwagakure shinobi. While he was there, on his knees, eyes pouring with water. 'Goodbye...' He said gently.

His mind returned to the present. Heart was pounding. Breath was all over the place. Sweat was trickling down his face. He understood. This affected him more than he thought it did. A pain nested deep inside him. He put up walls around it, to protect himself from it. But, today he was putting an end to it. He could not allow himself to move through his life, building his entire character on a power he acquired from the loss of his closest friend. Itoshii zeroed in on his breath once again. In, out, swinging door. Flow state. The memory, the scene was infant of him. But now, he had more control over it. As if he was taking part in it, but also watching from the side lines. His minds eyes did its magic. He could take his time to see the memory over and over. His breathing was steady, his heart rate was below resting state. The sweat ceased. He could see everything that happened.

Sunagakures Main Street. Where all the shops, markets, and merchants were. It was as if this was a public execution. As if Iwagakure was trying to make an example of his friend. His sidelines self looked around, taking in everything. A glance to the side, he saw a reflection of himself, in a shops window, kneeling down his eyes - pupil, iris, and sclera - were pitch black. He froze and watched until it hit him. In that moment, when he saw his friend being executed, his body entered the fight or flight state. The eye, was one of the Kekkei Genkai found in his Clan. His mother had explained to him that in the Ikigai Clan, there are a number of different bloodlines, and their abilities can activate at any point, under any circumstances. His knowledge of the eye was little. He did not expect to have been the carrier of this particular bloodline. All he knew, was that it allowed the wielder to see, and understand anything and everything to with complete clarity. Questions began rolling arise in his mind as he continued to look at himself in the reflection. Why did a cloak of gravity form around him at the same time as his bloodline activated? His gaze turned away to the rest of the scene.

They were not the ones fighting, Suna Shinobi were fighting Iwagakure Shinobi. Weaponry was flying around, Ninjutsu was being used. One shinobi had a sword in his left arm coated in Wind Natured chakra, his other hand was extended, and his hand as if he was holding something. Directly in front, a few meters away, was a Iwagakure Shinobi, flying through the air as if he was being pulled towards the hand by an invisible force. Gravity. It was all slowly beginning to make sense. But, it still did not. Adapting like that to the environment was not one of the abilities his bloodline possessed. Why did he acquire a gravitational cloak like that? It was time to move forwards in the memory to see what happened in the seconds following his awakening.

His gaze moved from the reflection in the window, to the Iwagakure Shinobi before him, rage built up within him. A aura of chakra appeared around him as if he was on fire. Seeing his friend get killed unleashed emotions within him he had lost control of his actions, he was acting on instinct. But he could not do anything. The Sunagakure Shinobi who was using the gravitational technique was ambushed was another Iwa-nin. Right before he activated a technique that would have sent the Iwa-nin flying away from him. Instead his hand was forcefully diverted by the force of the kick towards Itoshii. The powerful blast of gravity was sent towards him. Crashing into his cloak of chakra, being absorbed by it, and forming around him in perpetuity. He, however, was sent flying into one of the buildings behind him, where he passed out.

The youth returned to the present, Accepting what had happened, understanding what had happened. It was done, it was dealt with. Slowly, he stood up, his mind still in the state of flow. He reached into his hip pouch, he withdrew a kunai. In one smooth, quick, strong, motion he forced the kunai knife into his thigh. The blade that had been stopped by the cloak in the past, had moved freely toward his leg. Piercing his skin a muscles, causing blood to spill out and begin flowing down his leg. It wasn't a major wound, enough to make him realise that his ultimate defence was gone. It was dangerous, so far he had lived, basing all his skills on this ability. But, he gained something better in return. He knew his bloodline had awoken, he simply had to learn to use it.

A smile spread across his face as he returned the kunai knife back into his pouch, and instead withdrew some bandage. He wrapped his leg tightly enough to prevent any further bloodloss, but not tightly enough to prevent his blood from flowing to the rest of his leg. He had plenty of training ahead of him But know, he would be able to study himself as he trained. Instead of working with a power that was not his to begin with. He wished he had someone who could explain to him the intricacies of his bloodline. Learning from someone was always easier, and quicker. He would have to figure out everything himself, unless he returned to Sungakure. But that was very unlikely. The village was still occupied, by the people who caused all this turmoil. The smile still wide, he knew that if he got a hang of his ability, he would be ready to head back there, and help restore his village to its former glory.

[1500]