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Noeru woke up with a wide grin on his face; the sun was shining and he was full of energy to take on the day; to get himself out of bed and begin a hardcore training session. With a swift flick of his wrist, he moved his duvet off of himself and leaped out onto his wooden floor. His hands reached the ceiling, stretching out his muscles and causing the bones in his body to click as the stretch reached its peak. A small yawn proceeded as he oriented himself with the surroundings.

He moved across the room towards his wardrobe and opened it. Inside, there were neatly organized clothes and he proceeded to pick up his usual attire and put it on. This was his usual daily routine, to get himself properly awoken so that he could take on the day with vigor and relentless activity.

Fully clothed, he now made his way downstairs where his mom was preparing his breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and beans. His favorite. He shuffled past his mom and grabbed two plates, that he then placed on the table after once again shuffling past his mom; without letting her notice that he was even there. He grabbed some table sauces and sat down, waiting to see him mothers facial expression when she turned around and saw him just sitting there.

'Wah!?!' His mother exclaimed as she turned around with the hot pan of eggs and bacon, almost throwing it at the young genin.

'Hahaha! Sorry mum, I couldn't help it!' The youth exclaimed as he shifted his body into a state of alertness, in case his mom actually did throw, or drop the pan.

'Don't you scare me like that you little brat!' She screamed at him before letting out a emotional sigh. The two engaged in small conversation as they both worked to get the breakfast all set up before they both eventually sat down to enjoy the most important meal of the day. They spoke about the recent events that occurred in their lives. Although this was their everyday routine, for them it felt like their day to day events were so different and and important that they told each other everything. From the moment they left their home, to the moment they came back. They knew anything and everything about one another. Noerus mom knew that being close with her child was important, it increased the chances of him going down a good path and not straying into bad habits and scenarios that could potentially ruin his life, or career.

With the morning duties complete, Noeru made his way out of the house and onto the busy streets of Konoha. It was time to make the training grounds look like they were actually being used. Create some craters, cut some trees down, make some thing explode, and paint some of the landscape with his ink. That was the goal for the day, and for however long he decided to stay there for. His training usually ranged between one day, to a week. But it has happened in the past that he had spent a month or so away from home training, pushing his body to its limits, and past them. But also improving on his overall survival skills. He did not know how today was going to go, whether this single day would extend into a full week, or only last a few hours. He was not sure, he tried not to plan his days too far in advance just in case something happened, some sort of emergency and he had to make his way back to support his mom, or the village.

He walked through the village with a brisk pace, smiling and waving at the people he knew. Shopkeepers, fellow ninja, and the citizens of Konohagakure at large; they all deserved his attention, and not only was he obliged to give it, but he was more than willing to. He loved to talk with the people of this village, everyone was kind to one another, another reason why he loved this village so much. A Village where the citizens looked after one another was not a village that the citizens had to ask for protection from the dangers of the outside world, that was a village that people would be willing to protect, to be a part of in any way, shape or form. It created a feeling of unity support. Such atmosphere was needed to run a successful village and country. Or so he though at least.

He was getting close to the training grounds, he knew so from the fact that the residential areas of the village were coming to an end, the green plains that lay on the outskirts of the village were coming into view. He could feel the fire of excitement growing inside him, he wanted to see how much he has improved since the last time he had pushed his body to its limits. It has been a long time, but he had not been slacking at all over the past months. He simply did not have the time to get himself down here and push himself as much as he could, or wanted to. This day would make up for all the times that he had missed out on this training. 'Strength...' He thought as he carried on taking steps that carried him closer and closer to his destination. Today was going to be a strength kind of day. Plenty of resistance training was ahead of him and he was really looking forward to seeing what his body is made of.

Eventually, the gates of the training grounds were behind him, and he was in a field of perfectly green grass, a few trees surrounded the plain along its outskirts, with three vertical logs planted in the ground in the center of the plain. They had seen better days, it could be assumed that those logs have been in the ground for quiet some time. Coarse to the touch, and very, very worn out. They had a very rustic look, treated by the daily sunlight, and all the other elements that had taken effect on it, including the many shinobi that had spent their days smashing their blood, tears, toil, and sweat into each and every single one of them. But on this day, it was going to be his toil, tears, and sweat that would be poured into those logs.

He stood infront of the centre log and took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling, he bent his knees and brought his arms up to his chest, applying a gentle guard. Suddenly, with a burst of adrenaline, he throust his leading, left, hand at the log. The impact sent a small amount of pain through his arm, and the noise it made was very similar to that of a a hard object hitting a hollow one. With that, he knew he was in for a day of toil, sweat, tears, and most likely blood. He always knew that he was not very skilled when it came to physical abilities, it was only right that he mended that flaw sooner rather than later. And with that thought, his right fist exchanged places with his left hand, once again making the same noise and sending the same amount of pain coursing through his arm and up to his brain. Retrieving his hand and looking down at his knuckles, he could already see the skin that had been ripped at the impact; today would definitely be a bloody day, and he could not wait any longer.

His fists began moving backwards and forwards at an ever increasing pace. His breath was short and quick. Physical activity would ask for a lot of energy, and working his breathing to the best of his ability would benefit him in the long run. Not just physically he would improve, but he would also learn to control his bretahing to a another level. A skill that is very important when it comes to real battles, because if a shinobi were to run out of energy, or even ran out of breath, they could be in grave danger. And that is definitely not what Noeru was after. He was training now so that he would be prepared for the worst in the future, so that all those people who lived in the village, and cared for one another, could sleep with a smile on their faces, without a worry in the world. That is the kind of shinobi that Noeru wanted to be, one that is strong and who protects the people that are dear to him. And the fact of the matter was, it was the whole village that was dear to him. In time of danger, it gave him a home and a future. He learnt everything here, if it wasn't for that one unfortunate night, he would not be in the place that he is now. He did not know where he would be, but his life would not be as full as it is now.

Noerus fist continued to smash into the wooden logs. The area was slowly beginning to turn red. The pain coursing through his hands was beginning to become excruciating. But that was a part of it. This training was not only suppose to improve his physical strength, but also improve his tolerance to pain. Physical suffering is not something he had experienced in his life. His mother always looked after him during his years, he had never actualy experienced the pain that he will one day be put through. He pressed on. His fists became tougher with every hit. His brain and mind become more accustomed to this kind of pain with every impact of his fists. He was not enjoying this, but at the same time he was. He loved improving himself, mentally and physically. He knew that he would benefit from this. But it would not just be him who benefited. Him, and the village as a whole would benefit. Also the greater good as a whole would considerably benefit from the effort he was putting into improving himself now.

Self-improvement was an interesting thing, he found. A one off, did not exactly make any major difference to anyones life. But, if we keep doing that activity which we want to improve on, we cegin to change drastically. Noeru was aware of this, and he was going to commit his whole life into doing just so. But the opportunity cost of these decisions was great. He was not sure which path he should go down. He was skilled at ninjutsu, but that was not enough to get ahead in this world. Branching out was the only option. He had to become multiskilled, so that he could be useful not only in ninjutus situation, but also across other fields.

The issue in this situation is the lack of knowledge of the other disciplines he had. He had never really encountered, or dealt with anyone who was extrememly skilled in taijutsu, or genjutsu. At first sight, he was very interested in picking up the genjutsu discipline. It appeared to be not so different from ninjutsu. But the idea of playing tricks on other peoples minds was did not appeal to him a great deal. Trickery was not in his good books, at at first glance that is exactly what genjutsu was. He had to do some digging, and find out more information about it. Taijutsu on the other hand, was the complete opposite, what you see is what you get. He was aware that becoming a skilled taijutsu user was going to take a great lot more effort, and time. Physical training progressed only as fast as the body allowed. And starting from scratch was going to cause him a lot of stress and suffering. It would also put a halt on his ninjutsu training, as he would have to focus solely on his taijutsu.

These decisions were trully putting a downer on his mood. Nevertheless, he put as much effort into his training as he could. He had already decided that this was going to be a day for physical training. He could not back out of what he said and just change his training point to something else. With that, he cocked his fist back and throust it forward as hard as he could. The pain that burst up his arm was immense. He stumbled back as he flicked his hand in a pathetic attempt to shake that pain off his hand. It did not do a lot of good. But momentarily, it did take his mind off the pain.

He took a deep breath, and brought his guard up once again. Locking his eyes on his target, he thrust his hand at its once more. But this time he was going to invoolve his feet too. He had to train as if he were in a real battle. Simply punching a wooden long that does not strike back was not going to win him and favors in the real world. Two punches and a round house kick is what he was going for. Alternating the legs, it was throwing him off balance a great lot. But at the same time, it he was beginning to improve. His muscular build, but also his equlibrium. The part of his concise that ensure that he did not fall over while walking. These spins, and kicks, and jumps were exactly what he needed to improve overall as a ninja. Fighting in mid-air was going to become easier, if he ever had to do it. He hoped that he would never be placed in a situation where he could not summon Takashi and would be left solely to his physical abilities. But hope was not going to do him any favors either. So he plowed on; punch, punch, kick. And change leg on the next assault.

Until now he never realised just how tended his feet were. The slightest contact on them cause a great deal of pain coursing up his legs. To the point where he had to take a quick breather before jumping back into his little routine. And his feet were beginning to lok a lot like his knuckles, worn out and bloody. He was not sure how much pain walking back home was going to be, but he did not let his mind wander in that direction, as he knew if he did, he would most likely have to put an end to this training session and return home, just to satisfy his annoying whims.

With every punch he began to realise that this training was not only working the physical attributes of his body, but also his mind. With every punch came a dose of pain, and with every dose of pain his mind was trying to get him to stop this training. Therfor with every punch, he was teaching himself to resist this temptation to give up. Out of all of this, he felt that this skill was worth more than any other. Not a lot of people had that skill now a days. Not a lot of people were willing to do something that caused them pain. Most just gave up and picked up a task that was easier. But not him, he knew what he wanted and he was going after it with full force, full vigor. Giving was not in his blood, and he was looking forward to testing this in the real world.

He took a deep breath as he thought about how he was going to change his little routine. He thought that incorporating his elbows into this training plan was going to do him a world of good. Being able to use elbows in a fight could be beneficial in so many ways. A lot of the time fighters a not likely to expect a sudden elbow thrurst to the face. They usually focus on the fists and feet. This meant that soon he was going to have to get his knees involved. This was the definition of muai thai; the art of eight limbs. Becoming sudden and unexpected was important if trying to catch the opponent by surprise. Fighting in a typical way was only going to play in the opponents favor, becoming predicatble is the last thing and fighter wishing to win the bout should do. He had to stay on his toes and keep his opponents on theirs.

The elbows were already sore and bloody, it was beginning to feel that his bones were beginning to cut through his flesh with every strike he commited. The pain grew with every action taken. His mind was becoming numb. Numb to the pain, but also everything else. He understood that this kind of training requires more than just willingness to put in the effort. It also required resillience. Uncomparable resilliece, one that would not be put off by any little issue a man encountered on the way. That is what resillience was in base form. And that is exactly what he was going to develop through this training.

Boom. The knee connected to the log. The amount of forst that was placed into that knee sent him off balance the moment it connected. He fell backwards, extending his arms to catch some of his weight. These types of accidents were usually was caught people of guard. He was not planning on giving himself a serious injuries this day. That would completely defeat the point of what he was trying to achieve. The fall did result in a tiny little benefit he thought. Now he was able to sit down for a moment and allow his body to replenish some of the energy that he as lost through all of this intense training.

He sat down and looked at his bloody fists. That is not what he saw though, he saw hard bit of training. Training that would put him into a much better position in the long run. If everyone underwent this style of training, this village and country would be one of the most powerfull in the world - if it is not already.

After a moment of thought, he concentrated on figuring out what he would do next, in the very moment in time he thought the next thing to do was to allow his bones and muslces to recover - it was time for some resistance training.

First things first, Noeru rolled over onto his stomach and placed his hands firmly under his shoulders. His feet rested on his bent toes and slowly he began to push up. He was already warm and did not worry about ripping any muscles. 'One,' he let out as he reached the top, before slowly lowering himself down to the ground. 'Two,' he let out wafter pushing himself up to the top of his arms reach. Slowly he lowered his body in a controlled manner untill his chest gently tapped the ground. 'Three,' he let said as his elbows locked into position while fully extended. His arms were slowly beginning to burn, this was proof of how physically inept he was. Lowering himself down, he focussed on his breathing, making sure that everytime he exerted force he would breathe out. But, this was not such and easy feat; he hand to be very carefull with his breathing, especially when lowering himself to the ground. That part was tricky, breathing was hard to do when a person had to concentrate on breathing and lowering himself to the ground in such a controlled manner.

'Slow and steady wins the race huh? Slow and steady sure hurts...' He thought as he continued performing his activity. His muscles were bursting with lactic acid, but he was not one to give up that easily. He wanted to make sure that his energy and power would benefit from performing all these press ups. He closed his eyes and did his best to retain the correct posture and technique. In his mind, he imagined his muscles ripping apart with every press up, ripping apart only to be rebuild stronger and better. He knew that he would become a lot stronger in due course, physically and mentally. Placing onself in such a stressfull situation could only develop that person more - and that is exactly what he wanted. To become one of the strongest people in the world - trainign himself physically and mentally was doing exactly that to him. It was only a matter of time, but that is not all that was between him and greatness. Before him lay a long period of pain and misery. Pain and misery that would make him a better man, and hopefully it would not be long untill he reaped some benefits from his training.

He imagines himself in the chuunin exams that were due. And winning them, becoming the next chuunin of the village. Pride coursed through his vains as he pressed himself up. With every move he could feel himself becoming stronger and stronger. And his body was making sure that he was aware of that. Every press up his body was pumped with more lactic acid, causing him a great deal of pain. 'Twenty five...' The youth let out as his body reached the top. He lowered himself down, and now his breathing was beginning to falter, he was running out of breath before he could complete the moevement. He was not going to just drop like a sack of potatoes. He was going to puch on like the strong man that he is. This time however, he took a quick breather when his chest touched the ground. Still suspending himself in the air on his hands, just stationary in that position. He let out a sigh, before once again picking himself up and extending his arms to their full reach. He even let out a chuckle as he did so, the pain was pushing his psyche to levels he had never experienced before. He was enjoying this in a weird way. He was not aware that he could do such things.

He lowered himself down, and push up once again. It was going to be a long ride. He knew this, and yet he did not give up on this training. He knew that every moment wasted would just extend his training time. And he did not want to do that. So he carried on, slowly, but surely. His muscles ripped to shreads, arms full of lactic acid making them leaner, disolving any fat reserves that were stored in his arms. The pain was real, the pain was making him weak, but strong at the same time. And he was enjoying this, getting strong was definitely his thing. I wish my dad could see me now - he thought as he reached the fourtieth push up. He trully was pushing his limits to another level. In the back of his mind he knew that his father was a strong man, but he doubted that he was as strong as this. He wished he could see him, to speak to him, tell him about all of his adventures and all the things that have happened since he passed. But that was never going to happen. The only thing he could do is focus on bettering himself and being a great dad for his own children.

He wanted to make sure that his kids would grow up to have both parents. And in this line of work, he had to push himself as much as he could while he was in a safe environment, so that when he was out in the big bad world, he could show off all his skills and hopefully, make it home that day. It was trully a young mans game, the weak did not make it - it was only the strong that managed to come out the other side in one piece. He knew this when he signed up to his life, and he was going to make it his lifes work, making sure that he was strong enough to survive. And hopefully, when his kinds were born, they would have the same will to survive as he does.

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The energy he had was beginning to wane - his arms were aching. They felt like they would snap under his weight and at that point he decided that he was going to stop, and do a different exercise. Afterall, hurting himself was not something he was interested in. And so, Noeru rolled onto his back and looked up into the sky. He took a deep breath and slowly extended his arms along the ground. It was time for him to do some situ ups. Now he was going to slowly rise himself off the ground, touch his toes and then lowed himself back down to the ground. Controlling his breath during this exercise was going to be even harder than before, his lungs were under a lot more pressure than in the previous exercise. It was time for him to begin. He took a deep breath and then usede his abdominal muscles to bring his torso up and touched his knees with his forehead. At the same time his arms lowered down and touched his toes. He then slowly briught his body up and back down onto the ground, 'One.' he said as his back touched the ground.

He was now going to follow the same process as previously. Repeat the exercises using the best form and skill that he could. Afterall he had to make sure he was isolating the muscles that he wanted to engage in the training. If he did it too quickly then it would be his momentum that would be doing all the work. The muslces need time to become engaged and to be used in the correct way. He was not going to rush this, he was going to build himself up slowly and correctly. Doing thw wrong thing was a waste of time in his eyes and he was not planning on doing the wrong thing for a hundred reps, because that would equate to a hundred failed repetitions. This required time, and his body would thank him in the long run. Noeru smiled as he continued performing his repetitions. He trully was a warrior that the village would benefit from in the future.

The inner strength that he ahd, the strength that pushed him even when he was so tired was exactly what caused him to be in the positon that he was in now. Hurting, but pushing forwards. this was the situation that turned a boy into a man. He wished that he had begun this training a long time ago, but he was here now and he had to make the most of it. He wanted to be the strongest and eventually surpass the strongest in the village. This was only going to be done one repetition at a time. One jutsu used at a time, but with every jutsu used, and with every repetition performed; he was becoming stronger, and stronger. Only time would tell how storng he would become. Vut for now, all he had was these repetition and the jutsu that he was going to use nd perfect.

The sit ups were beginning to cause him the same amount of pain as the press ups were. The breathing situation was a lot worse than it was during his press up exercise. The impact bending had on him wa ssurprising. It was as if his lung literally did not have the space to move, and he had to make do with the movement that he did have. Everytime he straightened himseld, he would take a deep breath and release the air as he went into the sit up. Controlling his breath so that his breath would last untill he lowered himself down into the straightened position. It was tricky, but it was better than not having any air to breathe. So he continued, slowly, making the most of the time he had to breathe.

'Fourty seven,' the youth let out as he lowered himself down and took a deep breath. The pain in his abdominal muscles were excruciating. Every move, whether it was up or down did not make a difference. His muscles were filling with lactic acid and this was going to be painfull in a couple of days time. He knew that the pain he was experiencing right now was nothing that he would experience in a day or two. Usually the first workout is the painful one, from there on ti would only get easier. But that did not matter to him. He knew that he had to go through pain now so that in the future he would be more adept at fight. Small price to pay for a great benefit in the future. Another smile appeared on his face as he pushed his limits.

Only if hs father could see him now - he thought as his back once again touched the ground. It was a good time to build himself up. He was eleven but already had more didication to his goals than most other people. He just hoped he would have the choice to utilize all of this training for the benefit of the world. Protecting peopl he cared for was his number one priority, especially the people that were close to him. He could see his moms face, and the faces of his team mates. He was looking forward to seeing them again and showing them how skilled he had become.

The pain was pulsating, it was not just his movements that were causing him pain now. It was constant, it literally felt like his stomach was about to cramp up and give up on him. He just wanted to lie down and fall asleep. This is exactly what his muscles were telling him to do. But he was not going to give in to this feeling, he was going to push on like the soldier he was. He was going to push himself to another limit. Push his body so far that the only thing that he could do is, stop training from complete exhaustion. This was going to be his ninja way. Push limits, untill limits cannot be pushed any further. This was going to be exactly what would turn him into a real man. The smile on his face grew along with the pain in his abdomen. Pain and suffering was exactly what would cause him to become the strongest shinobi in the village.

Noeru slowly returned to his horizontal state. He stared up at the clouds above him, he needed sometime to relax and take all of this in. The pain he was experiencing was creating another level of discomfort for him. A level he had never experienced before. He was not sure how he was suppose to react to it. All he could do is soldier on and not think about it too much. So, slowly, he sat up once again, activating all of his abdominal muscles and bringing himself up and towards his knees, untill his forehead touched his knees. His arms would come down in unison with the rest of his body, and he would touch his toe, before slowly bringing himself back down to his horizontal position. His breathing was slowly beginning to improve, he was focussing on his allowing his breath to fill his lungs on his way down, and he would slowly exhale as he went in his crunching postion. This allowed him to make the movement itself easier as he moved into a crunching position. Smaller lungs allowed for more flexibility, exactly what a sit up required. But, when he was relaxing his muscles,he could afford to fill his lungs with as much air as he would like, relaxing his muscles created more room for the air, and so he had to make the most of the opportunity to provide more oxygen for his sore muscles.

Noeru closed his eyes. He began vizualising his muscles ripping into shreds and slowly beginning to rebuild themselves. The pain created by the lactinc acid from the workout was increasing steadily, it was obvious to him that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. He was excited to see the benefits of his work in the coming days. In his minds eye, he saw himself, well built and strong. Not just physically, but also mentally. He knew that this workout was not only working his physical attributes, but also his overall character. Like his attitude to life in general. Every repetition, brought him closer to being that person that he wanted to be; someone strong who people could rely on.

His eyes opened once more, the sun was beaming down on him as he realised that he should probably head over to the nearby stream and replenish some of the water his body had lost due to the rigorous exercise he was placing himself under. So, he rolled over onto his belly, and slowly brought himself up, first onto his knees, then onto his legs, holding his arms out infront of him to stop himself from falling over. 'Whoah...' He let out as he tried to regain complete equilibrium. It has been a little while since he had placed all of his weight on his feet, and with his abdominal muscles being ripped to shreads, the youth could not keep his balance correctly. His back muscles were overpowering his abdominals, and this resulted with him leaning back a little too much, almost causing him to fall over.

He took a couple of steps, arms still slightly out to his sides to aid his balance. But, he was making pretty good progress, it almost felt like learning to walk when he was a little kid. Just this time, he was a lot older and did not have his family around him for support. He could see the stream in the distance, he was looking forward to getting a drink. This blistering heat was not doing him any favors and he wished that he remembered to bring a bottle with him when he left his house. An action he could not bring into existance now, it was a little too late for that. Instead, he focussed on doing things that he did have an imact on, like bringing himself to the stream and providing himself with a refreshing, and replenishing drink.

Few moments later, he was at the edge of the stream. He wanted to just fall into the stream, and the water to cool him down. Wash off all the salts that have escaped his body through perspiration. Doing so would only make him unlikely to get out again and continue with his training. He had to be carefull with what he did now. He took off the top half of his clothes, and placed them beside the stream. With both hands, he dipped them under the water, forming a cup and bringing out their contents upand onto the back of his neck. That felt good, it made his nack feel cool and gave a small shock to the whole system as the cold water made contact with his boiling hot skin. Noeru smiled as this happened, it sent goosebumps throughout his body. He allowed the excess water to trickle down back into the stream before his dipped his head under water and began drinking from it, rater fericiously. He turned into an animal temporarily. He wanted to replenish his water levels quickly, even though he knew that most of the time, this was not the best way to do things. So, he drank, and drank and drank. His belly filled up, and in that moment it clicked. Him doing more sit ups was very unlikely. With a belly full of water, if he tried to bend he would most likely spew all of it back up. So, it was time to take a short break and re-thihnk what exactly it was that he was going to train.

He sat at the edge of the stream, facing away from it, using his arms to support himself. His hand were dipped into the water, and he took a moment to enojy the cool feeling. At the same time however, he knew he could not spend too much time enjoying these little moments because he had to get back to training. And suddenly, he arrived at another exerceise that his body was in need of. Squats, the exercise that turned any boy into a man, or at least did the best job of it. So, with that in mind, the youth steadily moved back onto his feet, seperated them into a shoulder with, held his hands flat at his groin, and slowly bent his legs. It was time tofeel the burn in those little legs of his.

He lowere his body untill his finger tips touched the ground, and at that point, the youth would slowly bring himself back to his starting position; 'One...' he let out. Holding that stance for a second, he once again bent his legs and lowered himself untill his fingertips touched the ground, and once they did he would bring himself back to his starting position once more. This exercise was much easier to breathe along to. Breathe in while descending, breathe out while ascending. The burn was real, Noeru could feel his legs beginning to tear apart as he began to control his muscles, slowly bringing himself up just befor locking his knees. He began breathing in and he lowered himself down. This time, the youth held that position for a few seconds before he pressed with his quadriceps and brought himself back up. He did this to build up some more of that lactic acid in his legs. It would burn through any unnecessary fat reserves in his legs. But not only in his legs, lactic acid could spread to other parts of his body. So by doing this, he was was basically giving himself a way of burning through his fat stores while he was not working out. A free fat burner, he wanted to call it. But it was too soon to be making calls like that, he would only find out if this fat burner actually worked in a few days time, after allowing his body to recover a bit. Right now, he had to focus all of his attention on training, and building up that lactic acid he was so curious about.

Few moments later, after numerous repetitions of the exercise, Noeru began to notice droplets of perspiration coming off his chin. It was evident that out of the three exercises that he had performed so far, this was the most strenneous one. He could have be able to perform more repetitions with more ease, but this exercise engaged more muslcles througghout his body. This would result in more muscles working, more heat being produced, and more perspiration coming out of his body in order to cool it down. 'Twenty five!' The you shouted as he brought himself back up to the starting position. Noeru bent downand touched his toes with his legs perfectly straight. It was handy to also make the most of his warm body and work on his stretches and remain flexible when he could. And after a moment, he turned around and once again, covered his neck in the cool water and took a sip from the stream. This water was amazing. He might have just found his new, favorite traning spot.

He turned around and once again sat facing away from the stream, hands placed firmly at the waters edge. The youth let out a loud yawn, he was beginning to feel it. The pain from his training session was real. But he was enjoying it, to an extent. He just was not looking forward to his long walk home. And at that point he had a flashback from a couple of months ago when he was out in the forest of death, fighting his way back to his camp from a tribe of extremely strong monkeys. He laughed at the idea, about how crazy his plans were back in the day. But then he realised, that he still enjoyed that life of adventure. He missed going out and camping out in the forest, where he would have to use his survival skills to get by. He hoped that he would be able to find the time to do so in the future. Right now his life was busy with shinobi work, that why he was pushing himself so hard when any of the days that he had off. It was pretty sad really; the village expected it's shinobi to be constantly improving, but it never gave them any time to actually improve. All of that had to be done in their own time. Which was partially understandable, but it still made actual improvement very hard, as you had to pick between improving in skill, or social life. And having one without the other would not lead to a very prosperous life.

Life with all the skill, would mean the person would have to spent the rest of their free time maintaining that skill. But life with a lot of social life would mean that the person had no skill, and could struggle to feed his family. Finding a balance between the two was key, that is why making the most of early education was so important. He wished he had tried harder when he was at school. But, there was a limit to how much education he had received, because of his travelling upbringing. He had fantasies in his mind of starting a family of four; himself, his wife, and two kids. He did not know yet about whether he wanted a boy or a girl, but he wanted to have a calm and peacefull life when the time came to it. Constantly fighting was not really something that he was interested in. He wanted to make enough money to provide enough for his family, and he wanted to be able to protect those that are important to him. This is why he found this training so important. Putting the hours in now would me that in five, or ten years time he would reap the benefits of a higher salary. All of this would eventually add up, and proveide him with a nice home, where he would spend time raising his kinds and making great memories.

That was the dream, and the only way he was going to realize it, was by putting in the effort now and working hard on his career so that one day, that dream would be a reality. Until then, working was the only thing he could do, that was fine, he enjoyed what he did, no matter how much he had to suffer. Noeru got up and went into his squatting position. It was time to get back into work. His feet were placed shoulder width apart and slowly, he began lowering himself down until his fingertips touched the ground, that was another of his reps complete. He had a little laugh, he knew that he had an infinity to go as he would have to maintain his body throughout his career. And atrophy was a real thing, if he didn't use his muscles, they would detiriorate and disappear. They would be consumed by the rest of his body for energy when it needed it. So, he would have to build habits that would cover in when the time came that he needed to maintain his physique.

But for now, when he was young and ready for battle. He would focus his effort on becoming better, and improving his versatility. This was going to be the only way he could achive his dream of a home and a family. And to make sure that he had what it took when the time called for it. So, with that in mind, he lowered himself into a squat position, slowly and under full control. Allowing gravity to bring him down was cheating, that is why he had to exert full control of his body, to rip the fibres in his muscles and cause them to regrow, stronger and better. 'Two,' He said right before his knees locked into place, and once again he lowere himself down to until his thighs were parallel with the ground. Then he brought himself up once again, 'three,' he said with a smirk. He was really enjoying this. It was trully a fantastic exercise. And he was beginning to understand why this was the best exercise for turning a boy into a man. The amount of control an individual had to display was uncomparable. This called for control of oneself, and the grit to keep that going for a long period of time. The pain was becoming ease a bare and with that he was becoming a better shinobi and a better man. The smirk grew into a smile, he just could not wait until his body became even better than it already was.

The exercise was beginning to have a toll on him, the pain itself was fine and barable, it was not that, that was creating the problems. It was the actual force exerted by the muscles was decreasing. It was a sign that the exercise was doing exactly wht its suppose to. The fibres in his body were beginning to rip, and with that, he was becoming weaker and weaker. It was only a matter of time until he had to think of something else to practice. He didn't want to send his muscles into the form of them literally giving up on life, and him not being able to walk anywhere, not even to get back home in time for dinner. He desperately needed that. His stomach was running on empty, he would have to have a good and healthy meal to allow his muscles to recover. To regrow those fibres he has lost through this training.

'In…and out...' He said to himself as he slowly continued to perform the exercise This was a pure pleasure, the breathing was so easy, especially in his surroundings. The sun was shining and and the oexyugen released by the grass and the trees was doing a good job of feeding his body what he needed the most right now. Making the most of his energy, or what was left of it. The youth carried on working as hard as he could. He also began concentrating on figuring out what the next exercise would be. He had worked on his triceps, his abdominals, his legs, so the one thing he could do was pull ups. He had to work on strengthening his back as much as strengthening his chest. Otherwise his chest would overpower his back and his would constantly walk around with his shoulders touching his chest, a rather awkward look to have. But for now, he was doing the squats, and it was going to be a little while until he was ready to stop this exercise and move onto the other. He found it strange how energy his things had in them. His upper body had no where near as much strength as his legs, but after all, it was his legs that did most of the work every day. They carried him from A to B, every day. During every mission, during every walk in the park. They had the most endurance out of all the muslces in his body, pride grew inside of him as he thought of this, although he knew that this was not some great achievement.

'Thirty four,' the youth said as his stood back up, he felt that he had to get himself up to fourty reps on this exercise to make the most of it. He would feel accomplished and ready to come to a natural stop. Then he could have a quick break, have a drink and finally mke his way over to the nearby tree, where he would jump up and grab a hold of a tree branch and begin doing his pull ups. One hell of a plan that was. With that, he lowered himself down so his thighs were parallel with the ground, and slowly brough himswelf back up, 'thirty five,' he let out before repeating the action. The pain in his legd was immense, it felt like every little movement caused more and more fibres in his body to rip, not even the fibres, but the musles themselves felt like they were cut into pieces. Not the best of feelings. But he knew it was going to be worth it in the long run. He repeated the actions, 'thirty six,' the youth said and let out a loud chuckle from the pain this exercise was cauing him. His legs was shaking as he stood with them locked in position, it was trully a painfull experience, but he loved it. 'Thirty seven,' the youth said as he once again brough his weight back up. He was slowly getting there, he was going to be able to take a break in no time at all. 'Thirty eight,' he said through his teeth, his body was beginning to give up on him. The pain and weak muscles were not letting him fully extend his legs. IT was like trying push himself up, but having been anchored down to the ground with such strength, that he could not move. And he still had three repetitions to go.

The pain was so immense that every second he remiained in it was going to cost him in achieving the following repetitions. It was decision time; on one hand he did not was to give up and not finish what he had said. But on the other he knew that every second he spent trying to get hiself into the standing position was time wasted that he could be using to do something else. But Noeru being Noeru, he pressed on. Looked up into the sky, and in his head imagined he was being lifted up. This feeling was great, but unfortunately it did not have any impact on what his legs were doing. He was still stuck in the same position that he was in before. Andf the worse thing was, the pain was intensifying. So, instead of wishfull thinking, he concentrated on the muscles themselve. 'DO IT! DO NOT GET WEAK NOW!' He shouted at himself in his mind to push his body into levels he had not experienced yet. 'DO IT!!!!' He shouted through his teeth and the pain was becoming so immense that he felt like crying. But his body, slowly moved up and put him in a position that he wanted to be in. Knees locked and he put his hand on his hips as he took a deep breath. This was such a good feeling, achieving what felt so distant. But he knew that giving himself too much of a break would be cheating. He slowly lowered himself again, until his finger tips touched the ground.

And now, once again his muscles seized up. This was going to be a battle of grit and will power more than anything else. A ruthless battle between ones will and his body. It was known that if a person had the will do to something, he could do it. But in these situations, it was easier said than done. Noerus muscles were not budging, and the pain running through his nervous system to his brain was throwing him into a frenzy. This was so painful but he couldn't just give up on what he was doing. The will power that he had left inside of him. He had to take it to another level and push it into work. He hwas to will his legs into movement otherwise that dream he had would remain just that, a dream. He pressed on, gritting his teeth and howling in pain. His legs moved a fraction in the right direction. Just what he wanted, it seemed that this would be a battle of fractions, and as long as he was moving in the right directions, these fraction would eventually make a whole. Now, a sudden burt of laughter, he was in so much pain that his brain was compensating him by making him laugh, trying to numb the pain away. He moved another fraction, he was now about half way up, it should get easier from now on, but it definitely did not seem like it would. 'GRRHGRRH!!!' He youth let out as the pain in his legs increased with every passing minute. The struggle was like something he had never come across before. 'COMEONHRGHH!!!' He screamed through his teeth. His hand moved and he struck his right thigh to trying to take the pain from one point and onto another. He could not feel it, that is how immense the pain was. But in that moment, he managed to move another fraction in the right direction.

Now he was stood up right, his legs locked into place and he was trying to remain balanced. He really did not know how he was going to complete another repetition of these squats. The pain was insane, and he felt like he was going to faint if he carried on. But giving up was not an option. He believed that pushing himself in a controlled environment was going to benefit him when he was in a life or death situation. So he had to plough on.

He slowly lowered himself into a squatting position. However this was more of a contineous descent, rather than a slowly and steady descent that he was doin up until now. His form fell in quality, but at this point it would not matter so much. He once again grit his teeth, and got ready for all that pain to run through him once again. He pushed and pushed and pushed until he got exactly what he wanted.

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His wuadriceps became tense, and he pressed as hard as he could, but his body was failing him. He was not moving, not a single inch. The point where his leg thigh muscles was attached to the rest of his body felt like it was melting away. He had to do this, he could not fail in a situation that close to success. 'HRGHHHH!!!!!' He cried in pain, and the result was fodder. It felt like he it didn't give him any advantage that he did not have before, still stuck in the same position, his legs on fire, and he was not moving. The pain was becoming crippling, he was forgetting to breathe and his legs were trembeling to another level. He did not want to give up. 'Come on Noeru, one last push!' He told himself and took a quick deep breath and push as hard as he could with those shaky legs. 'GHHHH!!!' The youth cried as the pain in his legs reach its fatal point. He looked up into the sky and suddenly he felt his eyelids shutting on him. Eyes rolled into the back of his head and his legs crumbled underneath him. He fell onto the ground, and hit the ground hard with the side of his head. He was unconscious.

Noeru was running through a dark forest, and when he turned back, he sa hundreds of spiders crawling after him at insane speeds. He felt like he was in that situation before, but he could not be certain, things were looking blurry, and his legs seemed to be carrying him from their own will. He rolled, jumped and ran up the big massive trees, he remembered where he was; in the Forest of Death. But why was he here, he wondered. It was a memory he had from a long ago, when he went training in the forest. Why his mind brought him to this place he could not understand. He was watching this from a third persons point of view, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. It looked so dangerous, and he slowly began to understand why in this situation, his brain had decided to bring him to this spot. 'I was so brave…I had so much will...' He thought as he watched a memory of himself running away from the creeping spiders. It was a memory that proved to him exactly how much grit the youth really had. He might have failed to reach the goal he had set himself, but he was definitely not going to give up because of that. It was going to use this as a learning curve, and remember this moment next time he is in this situation. He was going to use it for motivation, and to fuel his next actions.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, and he was on his back, his legs were straight and seemed to have seized themselves in place. 'Prbably because of all the lactic acid...' He thought as he began massaging them. But the pain was insane. His hand moved away quickly and he decided that it was probably best not to do that. He looked out onto the horizon, and realised that the sun was not far from setting. He knew he had to get a move on so that he could make it in time for some dinner at home. He rolled over onto his belly, and slowly with his hands he forced himself up and onto his elbows, in a planking position. His legs were still jammed in place and did not seem to be moving. He would have to force his legs into bending, otherwise he would never be able to get onto them. Unless, he had something for support. He looked over at the tree nearby, and went back down onto his belly. Crawling without the use of his legs was going to be sush hard work. But, once again, it was something that simply had to be done. He shook his head, 'Come on!' he shouted he pulled himself towards that tree that was around a hudred meters away from him. This was going to be trully a hard journey, let alone the painful walk home.

His left hand extended, and his right hand followed. Both grabbed the grass next to each other and he pulled as hard as he could, his stomach was rubbing against the ground, he could feel the grass ripping underneath him. His mother would not be happy about all the grass stains on his clothes. But he shook his head, he could not spend time worrying about all this hassle when he had bigger issues at hand. He looked onto his target, and without messing around, he pulled himself closer to it, one arms length at a time. He felt like crying, because it was his whole body that was in pain now. His arms, core, and legs that were trully suffering. 'All means to an end...' He thought as once again he pulled himself closer to the tree. Next few days were trully going to be hard, he would most likely be unable to move for the next couple of days. Part of him felt that spending a day or two in bed was well deserved, but he was going to have to judge that one the day itself. For what he knew, he might wake up tomorrow and be absolutely fine. And that meant he would be abck here tomrrow, training once again. That is what he really wanted, to put as much effort in now to have an easier life down the line. And so he pulled himself closer and closer to the target. The tree was becoming bigger with ever arms length. He was so happy that his body was not failing him in this situation.

Only a few more pulls and he would be there. At his destination, this tree that would offer him the support that he needed. The support to pick himself up and make his way home. He could not wait, he was so excited about getting home. Filling up his belly to the brim, with the delicious foods that his mother had prepared for him. The foods that would replenish all nutrients that he had lost through this training session. He was so excited about this, it led to un unexpected surge of energy, and the speed at which he was pulling himself forwards increased. He could not wait any longer he had to get there, pull himself up and make his way home. There was no other way around this, he had to get there, before his body failed him completely.

The pain in his body was beginning to spread into his arms and back. This was trully a mission, a mission he had to complete at any costs. He was now about ten meters away from the tree. But with every pull, his body was aching more and more. He hoped that he had enough energy left in his body to actually manage to get himself onto his feet and then make it all the way home. In reality, he still had a long way to go until he could relax. He shook his head, thinking like that would not bring him any joy, it would make only every single move he made harder and harder. he closed his eyes and thought about every single move for what it was. He had to do so, otherwise he would fall into a spiral of demise that he could not win. Thinking about such overwhelming scenarios in such situation could not benefit him in any way, shape or form. So he concentrated on just moving his hands forward, and pulling himself to them. And with such technique, he finally arrived at the tree. Now it was time for the more tricky action of the plan. He placed his hand ont he tree, and using his back he pulled himself off the hround, his body was hovering above the ground, with his feet acting as the pivot points of the situation. His core felt like it was on fire, but he could not give in now. He came so close to completing this plan that giving up simply was not an option. He shifted the right side of his body, moving his feet slightly closer to the tree, then he did the same thing with the right side of his body. Now, he lifted his hands a little up the tree and repeated the action with his legs. Inch by inch, he was becoming more up right. And inch by inch, he the struggle become less and less. To the point where he had a smile on his face.

He turned around, slowly and gently, and pressed his back against the tree. This was so relieving. He knew that all he had to do now was just walk back. He knew that he would have to sacrifice the back training, but if he did not do so, he would sacrifice not making it home in time for dinner. And that was a much bigger cost than the latter. So, he took a deep breath and shifted his right leg forward, on by a couple of inches. But the pain was excruciating. He wasn;t sure wherther he waould actually make it home at this rate but he knew that he had to give it a go. It was keeping th balance that would e the trickiest. Walking was only going to get easier, but the balance was going to be an issue. With every step his balance changed, and his core set on fire. This was not going to be an easy walk in the park, this could be compare to a battle of life and death. But knowing that he pushed himself off the tree, and began walking. Step by step in the direction of his home. He looked out into the horizon. Watched the sun setting in the distance and knew that it would not be long until his mother had laid the food on the table for both of them to sit together and enjoy the meal. So he quickened his step.

His kneed still felt like they were seized. But, they slowly were loosening up at the knees. It was the constant shifting of weight that was doing all the magic. He was releived he had pushed himself so much. In the trianing and in the final plan to get himself home. It was only a matter of time now, all he had to do is push himiself a little more with every step and he would be home in no time. Now his knees were beginning to bend a little. And with that, he was confident that he could press himself even more. So he quickened his step a little more and in no time, he was walking at his usual speed. But he knew that this would cost him even more in the days following. The pain and lactic acid was beginning to spread to his hip flexors. The pain was trully unbelieveable. But what was he to do, just give up and sleep on the streets of Konoha. Those were not the way of Konoha shinobi. He had to push himself as much as he could, to keep the good image of shinobi and to make the most of his training.

He was walking past the shops of which the powners he waved at only this morning. Now they were closed as the fmailies of the owners were at home probably having dinner together. Just like he would be in a couple of minutes. Rich smells filled the streets of Konoha as the families got tohether to enojy the final meal of the day together. He let out a sigh as his belly rumbled for food.

He turned tha handle and went inside the house, the light was lit and the smells that were coming from the kitchen were unbelievable good. He limped through the hallway and into the dining room, 'Mooom!' the youth shouted, 'I'm sorry but I won't be able to hep you prepping food because of the amount of pain I'm in...' he continued and made his way over to the chair at one end of the table. He was glad he could sit down and relax a bit before his mom made his way into the room. She looked at him and fear ran across her face. Her mouth dropped and she froze on the spot, 'wha-…what have you been doing?! Look at the state you are in!!' she shouted, it looked like he had gotten himself into a very rough scrap. But, he himself was not aware of this, after all he was too tired to pay attention to what his reflection looks like. Noeru shook his head, 'What do you mean mom?' and then he looked over at his fists that were covered in blood and realised that he had not even had a wash yet. The likelyhood of his mom allowing him to sit at a table in that state was very slim. He let out a loud sigh and carried on without any movement. 'You best get yourself washed up before you sit at this table to eat.' She said in a serious tone, and Noeru, not having any other options, slowly stood out with some serious trembling and went upstairs to get into a shower.

The stairs were a real pain. It was basically doing the squats all over again. Just this time it was each leg individually, they were lounges more than anything. The pain from earlier returned, it was excruciating and he could not by pass it in anyway. They only had bathrooms upstairs and he could not just washimself in the kitchen sink. He shook his head and let out another sigh, there was more pain in sotre for him and he knew that this was going to be a struggle, especially that after he makes his way down and eats, he would only have to do it again. So he stopped messing around, grit his teeth, and took a step onto the first step. It was painfull, the lactic acid in his muscles began moving around, destroying all the muscle tissues in his legs and all he could do was bite his tounge and carry on. No food meant his body woulnd not recover as it should. And he could not allow all this pain and suffering to go to waste. So he took another step, now it was his other leg that was bursintg with pain. 'Grr...' he let out as he carried on making his way up to the top. It was a struggle, but eventuaoly he made it.

Then slowly, making his way over to his room, he took a deep breath and began taking his clothes off, while in motion. Only then he realised how ruined his clothes were, and how bruised and cut his body was from all that dragging. But it was not enough to put him off working hard. He opened the door and threw his clothes onto his bed, then made his way into his bathroom. Turning the shower onto the hottest possible setting, he waited a moment to allow the room to fill with steam before he opened the doors to the shower and went in. The steam filled the room and his lungs, the boiling hot water was running fown his body, causing his the skin on his belly to sting, along with his knuckles, knees, albos and feet. His whole body felt like it was on fire. It was trully another level of training. In that moment he realised that taijutsu specialists deserved more respect than they got. It was crazy how much pain and suffering they had to go through in order to get to where they were. Ninjutsu and genjutsu were a lot easier to learn, and did not require half as much acrifivce to get to a good level. He was glad that he was improving his physical abilities only as a way of a back up rather than a main use. If he was going to make taijutsu a main use of his skills, he would have to train much harder. He grabbed the shampoo, and realised that his body was trem,bling, he was struggling to squeeze the shampoo bottle. That is how much pain he was in. His knucles were still bleeding, especially now that he had washed away the dirst that was stopping the blood from leaking out. He grit his teeth.

This training session was definietly one of the toughest he has ever put himself through. it was not the dangarous, not even close. Nothing could compare to the couple of weeks that he had spent in the forst of death. This was just a lot more physical output than the other, and it cost him a hell lot more in terms of energy than the other. But, with this he was very unlikely to die, unless he was attacked by someone in the training ground or on the way home. But thanks to Konoha being the village that it is, that was very unlikely.

He thought about the villages in other countries that put their shinobi through much more rigorous training than they did here. Some even asked the new shinobi to kill other just to see how skilled they were at doing what they were suppose to. He found that insane. How could they pit someone who had trained along with other shinobi against each other just to see what skill each of them posessed. 'Surely there is a better way of gauging someones strength than killing off comerades.' He thought. But, luckily for him, he did not live in one of those villages. He live in a village that respected it's citizens and looked after them. He did not have to worry about being killed on his way home from the training grounds. He did not have to worry about being killed inside the village by his comrades regardless of what the situation was. Unless a shinobi from another village broke in and decided to murder him, he was fine. But it was still a thought that sat in the back of his head as he continued showering. What if someone did break into the village and decided to slaughter us all. That would completely betray the trust the citizens of this village have in the shinobi that are suppose to be responsible for defending them at all costs. This is why the citizens live here in the first place, because they want to be protected from the outside world. If something like that were to happen, the trust would be gone and the citizens would flee anywhere else that would have them and offer them protection. Noeru knew how important this was, not only to him but to everyone in the village. This was another reason why he needed to become stronger. Protecting the the image that the shinobi showed to the citizens was just as important as protecting the village itself. Without the citizens there is no village. And without a village, he and his mother are on their own.

Noeru finally managed to squeeze some shampoo onto his hand, he quickly began rubbing it in his hair and soon it was covered in dense foam. He carried on scrubbing it hard, using his nails to rip off any deads skin from his head. And then he proceeded to ensuring that his wounds were nice and clean. Knowing his mother, she would most likely ask him to put bandage on so that she does not have to look at the open wounds while she is eating her dinner. He could not blame her to be fair. Wounds, regardless of how severe, were not nice to look at. So he gave himself a good scrub all over, making sure that he too the higest care when he was scrubbing his legs, and then got out of the shower. The room was filled with steam to the brim. The moment he opened the doors to his bathroom, the whole steam escaped and he could actuallt see the end of his own nose. Noeru chuckled and began wiping off all of the left over water from his body. He then put on some flresh clothes and slowly and gentely made his way down to meet his mother, who was now patiently waiting at the dinner table with all the food he could imagine waiting for him. He let out a sigh of happiness as he sat down at the table and picked up a chicken drumstick.

He filled his plate up with all the food that he could, and then began devouring it slowly. Him and his mom engaged in casual conversation as the two of them went through the plates. Both exchanged the events of their day and what they were planning on doing the following day. Although Noeru was not sure what he was going to do, in his current state he was very unlikely to do a great lot. He was just going to put his feet up and relax, but if he somehow managed to recover, he would be back to the training ground first thing in the morning, after he eats a good, healthy breakfast. His plate was full of chicken and rice, proteins for the muscles, carbs for the energy that he so desperately needed. Not just for the future days, but to have the energy to recover. If he did not eat any carbs, his body would just use the protein from his muscles to keep itself going, and that is not what he wanted. He has to make sure his body grows as much as possible so that next time he goes out and train, that he can push his previous personal bests. Progress was the only thing that mattered, and a bad diet would not help him in any way shape or form.

The rice was delicious, it was the perfect level of spice, and the perfect level of salty. It went down like chockolate. He was looking forward to trying the different style chicken that his mom made, but he did not know whether he would have the room to actually fit it all in. So he was going to focus on eating what was on his plate at the moment, and then see whether he could squeeze in any more of the goodies afterwards.

He also realised that he had not had any beef in a long time,' Mom, would you be able to cook some beef for tomorrow?' he asked her politely inbetween mouthfulls. She was fairly easy going and responded that she would be more than happy to, so that ended that issue. Tomorrow he would have a lovely meal of beef with his mom, hopefully it would the grill your own style beef. That was his favorite. Grilled beef with soy sauce and some wasabit for the extra flavor. Wasabit was probably his favorite extra, it brought out so much flavor, and it did an amazing job of clearing anyones air ways. So Noeru, once his plate was empty, he added some of the new recipe chicken that his mom had prepared, and gave it a taste. It was filled with the flamor of lime and chilli, which weird at first, was actually a really good combination. Then Noeru made his was onto his feet, and helped his mum clean the dining room, through limping around and doing quite a lot of throwing, which his mother was not very happy about.

But, at that moment in time, it was what it was. He was not prepared to ponder around the kitches with ruined muscles to that extent. So he, did as much as hee could with the least amount of effor put into the activity as possible. And soon enough the table was clean, and the dishes were all cleaned and drying in their drying rack, everything was swell. With that Noeru gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, thanked her for the meal, turned around and made his was up to his room. Struggling a fair bit to actually get up the stairs but as long as he was heading to bed he was happy. He believed he had suffered enough for one day, and that was enough for him to get himself back into bed. The night was going to be painfull, he knew that. But at the same time he knew how much he needed the rest. It was going to do him a world of good. Being able to take a good break from such heavy training was a god send. He had a feeling that after today he probabaly wasn't going to wake up for another couople of days. That would really wind him up but at the same time, if his body needed it, thats what it would get. Sleeping was the most important activity out of all of them. And if his body needed more than the ususal eight hours, that what Noeru would give it. Looking afer ones health was becoming like second nature to him. And he was loving it.

Noeru finally got in to bed. Rolling his duvet away from the pillows and taking his slippers off before finally tucking himself into bed and turning the side lamp off. The night was cloudy and dark. He could not see a single star across the sky. It made him a little sad. He knew that he slept the best when the sky had plenty of stars visable above him. But not tonight, it was going to a deep and satrless sky for Noeru. He closed his eyes and began to drift away in the abyss called sleep. And in his sleep, he experienced some dreams; dreams that reminded him of how much training he was doing; they were dreams that were basically thaining in themselves. He was back at the training ground, doing press ups, sit ups, squats, and once again pulling himself across the field. He was basically re-living the experienced that he had today, but this time he was pushing through all the physical barriers that he had come across in reality. He smiled, this was a vision of him in the future. This is what he was going to achieve if only he sdhered to his training routines and always gave it his everything. He had to develop skills to do this, such as discipline, and he was going to start developing those skills as soon and the next day. He would have to do some form of exercise, regardless of how tough it was. It was simply to ge this blood flowing through his system and all his body parts functioning at a higher rate to normal.

Doing so would most likely benefit him a great lot. After all some activity was better than no activity. In his dream, he watched himself do all sorts of exercises, pushing the limits he expected to have. He felt good when he saw that, he wanted to achieve that in reality. It was only going to be a matter of time untill he had achieved that level of strength and skill. It was only going to be a matter of time, if he continued doing those activities on a daily basis. If he just allowed himself to stagnate, he would make no progression or anything of the sort. This would have to be grafted at on a daily basis. And he was planning on creating himself a routine so that he could follow this correctly the moment he woke up. This dream was beginning to be a blessing. He had managed to plan his future even in his sleep, and not a lot of people can say that about themselves. So, the dream dissipated, and Noeru carried on sleeping like the log that he had just turned into. The times passed and the sun was soon going to rise. But Noeru woke up, his eyes opened and his body tried to sit up, only to be met with a large amount of pain coming from his muscles. He was not expecting that to happen.

So he remained horizontal on the bed, and looked around. He wasn;t sure on what he should do to get himself. After all he was suppose to do something today to get his body moving. Sitting in bed was not going to do him any favors, but he could go all in from the get go, he had to relax and do this is some sort of a process.He looked at his bedside table, there was a notepad and a pen. It was time to work on his daily routine. He had to come up with a way that he would benefit from training on a daily basis. Come up with a routine that would benefit him in a way it does not benefit other people. So that he can excell and surpass the other shinobi in the village. He wxtended his arm, and grabbed the pair. He flipped through the pages and found an empty one. He held it in a landscape position, drawing line straight down and across, dividing the page into sections that would soon be used to specify what he was suppose to do each day. He took a deep breath and labled the rows with each day od the week. The columns would have digits in them, specifying whiat hour of the day would be dedicated to what activity.

That is how he spent the morning on that day. Figuring out how he would spend his days. And now it was time for action, he smiled and gently moved his body out of the bed and began making his way to the kitchen. It was time to replenish lost nutrients. It was time to make sure he would recover from his intense training sessions. Eggs, and fruit was on the menu today, and that would suffice. Eggs were a great source of protein and fruit were extremely healthy. The youth stuffed his mouth with the foods. Drank a glass of water, and made his way out of the door.

Walking to the training grounds would help him digest this food, and then he would be able to begin training, get his body moving. Have all that lactic acid move around his body a bit. Get rid of some of that pain. He was eager to improve, afterall his goals would not reach themselves. It was time to work, hard.

After a few minutes of strolling. Noeru picked the pace up into a light jog. His knees were killing, sweat was already pouring out of him. And with every step, it was becoming harder and harder. He knew that eventually it would stop, he just had to be brave untill that happened. Step after step he was getting closer and closer to his destination, he could see end end of the road and the beginning of the trail that would take him to his favourite training grounds. He clneched his teeth and carried on jogging.

To the bystanders, it must have looked like he was moving fairly mechanically, his body did not flow like it should. It was jagged and jerky, moving it ways a normal body would not. He knew this and was eager to get out of sight as quickly as possible. He quickened his step, pain pulsating with each, perspiration appearing on his neck and arms due to the heat and stress placed on his body. This was a tough one. Resilliance was the key to success. Never giving up was how one ultimately achieved his goals. Neoru was not one for giving up, he was going to prove this to everyone in his clan. Being acknowledged by his clan is one of the most important things to him. He wants to be able to wake up each morning and not be ingored, or thought of as somebody lesser than the next person. This resilliance is what is going to put the ultimate dream in to the reality, it would only take time.

Neoru smiled as he ran, breathing heavily this training was really having a bad effect on him. His muscles felt like they turned to mush. The individual fibres no longer existed, they were one muscle. A muscle that did not do a great lot. It was mostly his sheer will that was carrying him forwards. And so he could not give up, giving up now was like stabbing himself in the back. He knew what he wanted to do, and so he would do it, regardless of the amounts of pressure that would fall on his shoulders.

He bit his tongue and carried on jogging. Now being in sight of the training grounds, the pain reached its climax. His legs were burning, his lungs felt like they were about to cave in. He could not give up, he had to prove to himself that he could do it, that he could push past his limits and get to the training grounds without his spirit breaking.

Once he got to the training grounds. He fell to his knees, suported his body in any way he could, and he breathed heavily. The amount of pain that was going through his body was intense. He knew that it would be a little while until he could train, but that did not matter. He achieved what he wanted to today, so he would not have any issues with getting back up and making his way home. The only thing keeping him here right was his will to push himself even further.

He rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky. It was nice today, a few clouds making their way across the sky. They were so peaceful, not a care in the world. At times he wished he was a cloud. Free of any pressures and responsibilities, able to do and go wherever he pleased. This is not the kind of life that offered such liberties. There were a lot of people that depend on him and an individual and as a member of the military. This was the type of life that he had chosen for himself, and now he had to live the benefits and the drawbacks. This was not a situation where he could pick and choose, there was a job to get done and he had to suck up his personal desires and crack on with it.

He gently sat up and looked across the field. What could he do that would not put too much pressure on him, but that would also benefit him in a major way. Running was most likely the most gentle form of exercise, and after a while, it did not actually hurt him a great deal. So, he gently got onto his feet and bagan jogging, very gently. It was more about getting his muscles moving once again rather than the speed. He was probably going at a speed equal to an average walking speed. At the expense of a lot more fatigue and energy expended, because of all the muscles he was using. Soon enough though, he was once again jogging at a normal speed, around the field. The most painful part of his route was running up the tump. The steepness of it put so much pressure on his legs that he could not help but cry out in pain. But he could not give up, he was going push himself all the way and succeed at exactly what he was doing. He was a survivor, not someone who would give up with ease, a warrior, a full blooded senju who was going to win at everything that he did.