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Post by hobnob » Sat Oct 02, 2021 8:52 am

The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze. The grass was flowing with the wind in a field where Noeru was sat, cross-legged with his eyes shut and his palms on his knees. A morning of meditation to get himself going. Today he was going to spend the day improving his speed. With the Chuunin exams coming up, he knew he was not at the level of a Chuunin yet, he had to improve, quickly. So, with his whole body relaxed, he concentrated on his breath. He allowed his thoughts to come and go as they pleased, and he stood by and watched them. He wanted to find out whether there was any specific pattern in them that could affect the way he behaved. His thoughts seemed to be calm, there was no though the brought up and strong emotions about anyone, or anything. He knew that this was the mindset that would be required to suceed as a Chuunin. Allowing any emotion to rule the individual could cost himself and his squad a lot in the real world. He smiled internally, he was proud of himself. The fact that he had such a good level of control over himself at such a young age was a good sign, and he was happy about that.

Few minutes passed, Noeru eventually decided that he had spent enough of time meditating. It was time for him to make a move, he jumped onto his feet and began running laps around the field. A nice little warm up for him to get ease his muscles into the intensive training he was going to get into in a little while. Taking notice of the land, he made sure that each and every step he took was placed in a calculated manner. He planned his route ahead, making sure that he took the most efficiant and quickest way possible. Speed was not just about how quickly one could move their body, it was also about logistics. If an individual is the fastst on a hundred metre straight, it means nothing if he decides to take the long way during the race, because double the distance will double the time it takes to get somewhere. So, this mental and physical training began. He would pick a goal that he would head for, and then he would pick the shortest way possible.

Acorss the fields, through the trees, on his feet, on his knees, swinging from branch to branch, crawling, he wanted to put his body through the paces to be sure that he was ready for anything the Chuunin exams threw at him. What he was going to face, he did not know, so all he could do was train as hard as he could. So, he focused on his running, anything that was in his way as an obstacle and taking the most efficient way to overcome it. Jumping over, crawling under and running around it. Those were the usual options to overcome a physical obstacle. And one of those he picked. A grin across his face, Noeru made his way around the field, changing the route every time. Forming a habit was no way of being prepared for anything and everything. Routine was the death of innovation, and fights required people to think of new solutions on the spot. He was not going to put himself into a frame of mind where he sacrificed valuable brain power to go through the motions. That was not his way, that was not the way of the Senju. His biggest dream, was to be recognised by the clan, he could not allow himself to become a mindless tool.

He crawled through shrubbery to get to where he wanted to go. Few cuts and scrapes were made by the thorny shrub, his face began bleeding and he clenched his teeth from the pain. He carried on moving forward, this time being more careful. Paying more attention to the environment, avoiding any unnecessary wounds and pains. Now it was a lot trickier, he could not just force his way through something, he had to become more agile. He had to move his body in ways he had not moved it before. It made him realise how unflexible he was, something he would have to work on the moment he came out the other side. Addressing this here and now would only make next time easier. So, carefully he made his way under the shrubbery. He had the animals of the forest to thnak for making these path under the shrubs, if it were not for them, he would not have any room the crawl, and he would be forced the making his way through the shrubbery, something that would be much more painful, and he was not overly keen on that.

Eventually, he came out on the other side. He stood up and inspected himself. Cuts scrapes and mud, all over him. He was glad it ended when it did. He now knew that it was going to be time to stretch. He looked up at the sky and brough his arms above his head. He tried reaching as high as he could without standing on his toes. A nice full body stretch just to experience it. He had never stretched before, not properly anyway. So, once his arms were by his sides, he bent over with his legs at shoulder width apart, he would try to touch his toes. He squirmed in pain. He hated the feeling it created in the back of his legs, a pain he had once again, not experienced before. He could only place his hand half way down his shins. There was a lot of training in thei are that he would have to do. And he would start from the bottom and work his way to the top. The muscles in his legs were after all some of the biggest in his body, once that were used the most. They needed the most attention.

Gently, he bent down until he was at a point where his legs were hurting not too much, but not too little to make this exercise completely pointless. He grit his teeth as he stretched. It was tough, he had to control his breathing, maintain the pain in his legs, and still have the will to keep this going. This was a harder exercise than he first imagined. This was also the reason why he had never relly bothered to stretch. In his head it sounded easy, all he thought he had to do was just sit in one position for a little while and the body did the rest. But now he knew that there was a lot more involved. He was going to making this a regular thing, stretching everyday before bed for a couple of minutes.

He did not know much about stretching, but he knew that he should concentrate on an area, rather then individual muscles. If he was going to stretch the hamstring, he would also have to stretch the opposing and supporting muscles of the leg. He would have to do some research before he fully committed. If he was going to do this right, he would have to increase his knowledge. This way his body would become more and more accustomed to all these stretches, and soon his mobility would improve. This was the ultimate goal.

A few minutes later, after he performed some more stretches. It was time to get back into the training that he originally came here for. Improving his speed. So, he took a deep breath. This time, he was going to practice his aerial movement. He ran as fast as he could into the woodland. There he took a few minutes to gather so information about how the trees grew and how he was going to make his way around. He near enough plotted the route in his head to the nearest inch. He knew how he was going to move before he did it, he just hoped that everything would to plan.

Once again, his lungs filled with air before he made his move. He was going to dash around as quickly as he could. So, he push hard with his left leg, running across the muddy route before arriving at the tree he was going to run up. Then, a small jump. He felt his legs, tense up and a small amount of pain shot through them as he took off. It took more energy then normal to get himself off the ground and actualy create enough velocity to get up to the branch he wanted. The gravity slowed him down and he barely made it. He extended his arm, grabbing the branch with his hand and pulling himself up. He planted his feet on the branch and eyed his next destination.

His vision was piercing the branch a few meters away from him. Making that jump from a stand still was going to be tricky, he had to put just enough of energy into it, otherwise he would either over, or under shoot it. Either of these option was not going to get him anywhere. He was here to improve. If he could not to it here, how was he going to do this in the middle of a fight.

He leaped forward, pressing twice as hard with his legs as he did last time. Pivoting his body to pick the correct trajectory. Then he flew, he felt like he was gliding along towards his target. And a moment later, his feet hit the branch, for it to snap under his weight. His left hand moved towards the stub that was left, grabbing it hard. And finally flipping himself onto it. He stood with only one foot on it, thats how big it was.

Pride ran through him, as he realised that he not only achieved what he wanted to, he also managed to think quickly enough to save himself in a situation that could have ended badly. The only downside was, he never foresaw it. And this sparked him to improve his analytical skills. He was not only after improving himself physically, but also mentally. Every movement would hace to be analysed, interpreted, and understood before he could make a good decision. This was all about practice, and hopefully once he had gained enough experience, this process would become automatic. But for now, he had to focus on simply going through that process.

It was time to move. Now being in a very tricky situation, he had to figure out how he would get to the next branch. Simply jumping would definitely not get him to where he wanted to go, he had to be clever. His hands grabbed a decent hold of the tree, and in one smooth motion, he pulled himself along to the part of the tree which was facing his next checkpoint. With great control of his body, he was able to bring his legs up while he was pulling himself across, and projectile himself towards his target.

His muscles went through a lot of strain as he did so. He felt them rip slightly as he over exerted himself to make sure he reached his mark. Once again the fear of failiure kicked in, he would rather force himself to use his muscles to stop from faceplanting the tree, than fall short.

Luckily for him, he was able to swiftly bounce off the face of the tree and land on a sturdy branch a few feet below. He let out a sigh of achievement, and began eyeing his next target. This was such a good exercise. He was going to come here more often, he felt really free. 'This has to be my bloodline kicking in...' He said softly as he began to realise his connection to the nature. He was a Senju, and their kekkei genkai revolved around nature.

Pressing his legs into the branch hard, Noeru sent himself flying up towards yet another branch. But this time, he would use his momentum to swing himself across using his hands. A nice swing created by pulling himself towards the branch slightly and flicking his legs out infront of him. The generated momentum was high enough to allow him to perform a back flip as he flew through the air. At first he thought it was pretty cool. But soon enough he realised that this was not going to do any favors for him. Without the proper timing, he did not manage to land how he would like. Insted he came crashing down through the other branches, to eventually land in a nasty bush of brambles. He cussed under his breath as he came to and realised how much of a much up this was.

Every inch of his body hurt. He suffered blunt damage from breaking branches on his way down, and the brambles have punctured his skin as he landed in them. This really took a turn for the worse, and he really did not want to get up. The tiniest movement has sent shockwaves of pain through his body. Not knowing what to do, he would simply have to force himself to go. Ninjutsu was an option, but this was not about using ninjutsu, this was about improving his physical side.

He eyed the area as best as he could. Gathering as much information about the lay of the land, as he could. He looked for the best route for him to escape the natures bindings. It appeared that his left leg was the closes. It appeared to be on a bit of a hill. So all he had to do was yank himself out of this bed of thorns and push himself in that direction.

'You can do it...' He mumbled before taking a nice, long breath. Knowing what was coming, he grit his teeth and and one single jerk of the abdomen, pulled himself out of this evil bed, and was soon tumbling down this tump that he found. This was most likely the worst feeling he had ever experienced. He was yet to assess the damage, but his legs felt a little wet, so he had most likely been bleeding for the last few minutes. But that did not bother him, as long as he learnt something from this little escapade.

Eventually, he reached the bottom of the hill and came to a stop. He took yet another breather. Still led on the floor he needed to find the courage and energy to pick himself up and inspect the damage. But, life seems to have escaped him a little. The pain he was going through was intense. His arms and legs were bruised and cut. His back felt like it was mauled over by a lion. He was scared to touch it. Worst images were going through his mind. He had no idea how bad it was. He did not know whether his back was flayed, or whether it just felt like it was. He shook his head and took another deep breath.

He gently rolled over onto his belly. The feeling of butterflies filled hi stomach as the youth realised hoe grateful he was for the luck that prevented him from breaking any bones. A serious injury was the last thing that he wanted from a training session. The idea was to improve, not to put himself out of use for the next couple of weeks.

His palms were placed under his shoulder before he pushed his upper body off the ground. While paying close attention to all the feeling and sensation over his body, he realised that his back was stinging. But he could not just lie there forever. He grit his teeth once more and just jumped onto his feet, and without further hesitation he start jogging once more. Heading in the direction that he was going in originally. But he knew that he would not be doing any extreme training for the next few days. This was the time for recovery.

When he finally made his way out of the woodland. Few moments went by before he got his bearings, and finally he began heading home. It was time for him to get back. His parents would not be happy about the state he came back in. So instead, he decided to just make the most out of his training before he got home to being shouted at.

Deep breath in, and his legs began moving at the same speed they were before. A big smile appeared on his face. The pain was definitely there, but he was beginning to get used to it. It was not as bad as he originially thought. Most of it was just in his head. Over thinking his injuries lead to a significant reduction in his performance.

Maybe todays was not as productive as he would have liked. But, now he knew thing he did not previously. Today gave him the knowladge of just how important mindset is in any given situation. Resilliance, was a trait that was developed over long periods of time. He could not expect to develop as a seasoned warrior over night. This was going to be a long and painful process. And he wanted to make sure that he would be a great shinobi.

Some time later, he eventually arrived at the Senju compound. Slowing down to a brisk walk, so that his neighbours would not see him in his messed up clothes, Noeru hurried home. Walking past numerous houses, down alleyways and small parks, he finally arrived at home. He hopped over the fence and made his way over to the rear entrance, hoping that his parents were not in. He gently opened the back door and slowly pushed it open, eyeing the are, making sure that it was clear. Finally he stepped it, a squeaky creak came from the floorboards and his heart stopped.

'Noeru?!' His moms voise echoed.
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