Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20160404075857

Mitkkoto: *It had been a few days since her little spar with the boy from the training ground. She made her way there again, it was a quieter place to train and she didn’t have her parents nagging her about medication and taking it easy. She wore her usual outfit; tank top, shinobi pants and sandals and arm warmers all made of thin black materials. Her snowy hair was a wild and unkempt as always. Today she looked a little more sickly than the other day, her nose was red and her skin paler she also had darker rings under her eyes, today she even had to bring a small bottle of medicine with her in order to be let out of the house, still she was determined to push herself, debilitating illness or not. When she got to the grounds it was pretty much deserted though a small wooden carving of an owl head stood out. She wandered over to it and picked it up, rolling it over in her hands “Was this his I wonder? I can’t remember” she would continue to inspect it, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to work on today, it was a bit overcast but nothing too drastic at most they might get a light drizzle.

In time time Ringo made his way to the training grounds his own physique weighed down by that of a few body weights. That being said aside from his typical attire he donned a pair of ankle weights along with that of weighted vest in order to give way to a progression of his individual stamina. Upon closer examination one would find Ringo wearing his usual  gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket, that covers his torso accented by a tattered scarf and  single notched belt with what appears to be a sash or bandana draped over it. Along with him he’d be carrying that of a scroll which held the mechanics to the technique known as chakra flow. Upon his arrival at the training grounds he’d find that very same young woman from the other day. He’d hopped there weren’t any hard feelings between the two of them as he was hoping he could help her learn a trick or two.

Mitkkoto: *Kuin spotted him and wandered over to him; she had a bounce in her step but was clearly conserving her energy. She held the carving out for him and grinned “Hey, I never actually got your name so you’ve just been known as whittler in my head” her voice as sweet as ever. She noted the scroll and the added weights he had on his body, making a mental note that she’d have to invest in things like that eventually, though her doctor would probably advise against it “You looking at training? You should let me train with you, they always reckon you learn better with others” she winked and waited for his response. It would seem that given her behavior there was absolutely zero hard feelings, if anything she seemed friendlier towards him

Ringo chuckled at the nickname she’d given him and with that he had begun to spoke “You can call me whatever you like, really but my name is Ringo” He tilted his head with a brief smile before going over to the tree he’d been resting under the other day and unraveled the scroll he carried with him. The moment this happened he’d have been presented with the very instructions to performing chakra flow. Had the young woman that stood before  him come over to the tree he’d been sitting under she’d find herself presented with the same thing. The scroll itself holding a volume of information.

Mitkkoto: *She shrugged and pocketed the wooden model before following over to the tree “Ringo hmm? My name was definitely better” she giggled happily and watched over his shoulder as he rolled open the scroll; she was silent for a moment as she read the scroll. Chakra Flow, just what she needed, this was some coincidence. She walked over to the other side so they were facing each other “Congratulations you get to be the sensei for the day. How do we begin whittler-sensei?” she laughed softly at her own humor and grinned, she seemed pretty eager to train and was still inspecting the scroll, occasionally glancing at him*

Ringo chuckled a bit as the girl had gone to stand not far off in the distance and with that he withdrew his own knife spinning it within his own palm before taking hold of it completely. In doing this he came to a stand just in front of the scroll and had begun to explain what he could “It seems like a basic concept just try focusing your chakra like any other jutsu but use your weapon as an extension of yourself.” He’d tap his chin briefly before trying to figure out how he could perform this with his entire body. If this young woman understood the concept he’d put before her she could give it a try herself while he pondered his thoughts.

Mitkkoto: *She tilted his head and listened to his explanation. “So … its basically just moving the chakra through my body, and then going beyond that to move chakra into my weapons, by picturing my weapons as a part of me?” the concept, while odd seemed to make sense. She shrugged and reached behind her, slipping her fingers into the knuckle duster loops of her trench knives and held them out in front of her. “From my body” she focused her chakra towards her hands figuring the best way to do it was to work in steps, from her core, to her hands and finally over the knives. “and onto the blades” She stood in silence, breathing deeply, concentrating before ultimately achieving nothing after a minute or two of silence. She squatted down by the scroll again and started reading over it once more “hmm” she looked up to check Ringo’s process, hoping to pick a few tips from his form*

<span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ringo was still thinking as his own chakra nature wasn’t amazingly keen for such a skill but in time sure he’d think of one. In the meantime he’d taken a seat on the opposite end of the scroll from the young woman crossing his legs and then placing his hands within his lap. He was performing meditation something his father taught him to do when he was at a roadblock in his life. In doing this he’d take in a few deep breathes his chest rising and falling with each passing moment. In doing this his blackened chakra had begun to flow from his physique. At this point he was merely trying to grasp the concept behind the technique he was trying to learn but to no avail he couldn’t get his chakra to flow directly into the weapon he held dear. He’d let out a brief sigh out of frustration and in doing this he’d begun the process again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mitkkoto: *Kuin frowned, seemed neither of them were making any progress, she swung her trench knives around a few times to loosen her muscles, “okay” she took a deep breath and held her hands out in front of her, the blades were part of her, they really were, she had to believe that much to hope to progress. She moved the chakra around her, it's cool cyan color tracing around her body before focusing to her hands, she pushed gently for it to move to her blades, and for a split second seemed to achieve what she hoped for but was soon back where she started. She huffed in frustration and paced the area as she cleared her head again, running over the technique in her mind over and over and over again in hopes to actually understand the inner most workings of this technique*

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ringo’s ears perked up a bit listening to the young woman he’d just become friends with letting out sounds of frustration every now and then. Yet he could tell that she was clearly giving it her best and with that it would’ve brought a smile about his face. Someone who’d just begun her journey as a shinobi trying so hard to achieve what she wanted. In time Ringo’s chakra had begun to subside pulling itself within his physique once more. In doing this he’d come to a stand after deciding on what he’d do with his new found knowledge. He’d come up with the idea of creating a sense of false motions with his yin release. He’d deduced that this could be done with that of yin release through the few techniques that he’d learned of from some the books in his father’s office.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mitkkoto: *Kuin stopped to watch Ringo for a moment, she could never get herself to meditate long enough, she was restless, after spending a year bedridden and hooked up to tubes it wasn’t unexpected that she would always be moving. She stopped for a moment with an expression akin to that of realization. She settled herself again, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled focusing her chakra once more, there was progress. Small and barely enough to be of notice but it was there, for almost a second her trench knives had glowed a cool cyan blue, wisping with chakra before returning to the neutral black coloring of the metal. She jumped up and down and crouched writing in the dirt what she had figured out figuring it was a good way to keep track of what worked and what didn’t. all she wrote for now was “The blades ARE my hands” she stretched looking up at the sky before placing her blades on the ground and rummaged through her pockets, she quietly took some medicine when she thought Ringo wasn’t looking and picked her blades back up after putting the bottle away “Alrighty, Any progress on your end Whittler?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ringo wasn’t watching her closely enough to see her take her medicine but he did indeed hear her rummaging about and writing in the dirt. He’d pat her head briefly before his physique had begun to whisp a bit. “I’ve got something cooking in my head just not completely sure yet” The chakra he’d drawn back into his body was used to perform that of a slight mirage like heat wavering over the earth. He was applying concepts from several jutsu to even get this far but he still had a long way to go as he didn’t completely understand the entirety of what he was trying to do.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mitkkoto: *She grinned and looked up at him “I’m making progress, it’s slow, and its wearing me out a bit but it’s there” She stood up once more rubbing her head where he pet her and once again went through the motions just like before. Whereas Ringo seemed to be trying to cover his whole body, Kuin was focusing on the blades, trying to focus and condense the chakra into them as if they were her own hands. Once again they flared up for barely a second, a small bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. She took a deep breath again and crouched down. She seemed a bit clammy at this point “Phew, its uhh, it’s not easy is it?” she used her arm warmers to wipe away the sweat and dropped down to sit on her but as she caught her breath*

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ringo smiled a bit before giving a brief nod to her last statement. He’d been growing tired himself and with that he would’ve stretched. His hands reaching for the skies briefly before spinning the knife he held in his grasp and placing it back into its appropriate scabbard. “I’ll leave you the scroll to practice a bit more.” He ruffled her hair a bit before his physique had gone up in a cloud of smoke leaving behind nothing but a thick wooden log. The log itself held a sticky note that simply read “Keep at it!” With a thumbs up drawn in the bottom left hand corner. Upon his image dispersing in that very same cloud of smoke he’d have emerged amidst his father's personal library. <ac_metadata title="Ringo and Kuin(Chakra flow Training 1/3)"> </ac_metadata>