Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321052423

They tried that method again for hours, and each time the gust that Mizumi created got stronger and stronger and created more and more friction against his father's which ultimately knocked him on his back at the end. Mizumi's frustration grew to fun, as he hadn't bonded and trained with his father in quite some time. He wasn't sure how he felt about it exactly but he didn't ask any questions. He lived in the moment and left the moment where it was. At this time he wasn't even worried about the jutsu's complettion even if it had to be a priority at the time. He was only angry at the fact that he was moving so slow, with no insight of how long it wold take him to actually complete his training.

"Okay, again."

His father said in a low, raspy tone. Mizumi nodded in response, and prepared himself for the exercise once more. He grabbed the same shuriken that he had been using and clasped it in between his middle and ring fingers, holding it tightly before preparing for its launch. Him and his father made that ocular agreement with eyesight, allowing them to know when exactly to launch the attacks at each other. It was in that instant that he pulled his arm back as if winding it upward, and then launched his arm forward loosening his grip on the shuriken to allow it to flight effortlessly through the air at his father. In the same time period, his father had done the same thing, and both of their shuriken were headed toward each other. Following this, they both performed the same motion once more, Mizumi's father towering over him in a contrast of height. Clasping their hands together tightly, they both focused as a small gust of wind came to overtake Mizumi's side, and a larger more powerful one overtook his fathers. They battled for supremacy of the winds but Mizumi's of course had failed in the end, but this time he had combated his father's gust to the point where it wasn't poweruful enough to knock him his back anymore, and he actually had to dodge the shuriken that his father threw instead of automatically dodging it from being on the ground. He bobbed, and weaved again, ducking and dodging the one shuriken and then smiling afterwards, opening his excited mouth to speak.

"I didn't get knocked over that time!"