Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160324224712/@comment-26510601-20160325000721

Now with a more stable form of his expanded hand in mind, Ieyasu looked down to the ground before looking back to his dad as though trying to find some warranting for choosing the ground as his first target. Hirotada slowly nodded, smiling at the seeming joy Ieyasu was experiencing from learning this technique. Ieyasu’s hand slammed into the ground, the ground beneath him caved in slightly as small chunks and clumps of dirt and grass flew away from him given the direction of the impact itself.

Ieyasu’s face drew into that of a smile as he watched the destruction, despite it being on a small-scale it still managed to excite Ieyasu as much as one would expect in finding some payoff for the hard work done to learn this technique. Now that it was learned though, there wasn’t very much else to do besides practice and train more. So for the rest of the day it was decided, with rations and greatly decided intervals that the young boy would be training this technique for the rest of the afternoon… and so he did.

Ieyasu crushed the ground beneath him, chopped the trees around him; etc. Each and every time, his proficiency with the technique grew by some infinitesimal amount but at the least there was some progress in not only understanding the technique but also feeling it out so the process of starting it felt more normal and could be used more conveniently. One day, this infinitesimal amount would amount to something else and would help prove admirable use of the jutsu in combat that would greatly improve the fatal aspect of his Arhat Fist.

For now though, all Ieyasu could do was train and fight patiently with this technique to its fullest extent.