Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321044356

The sun seemed to be going down faster and faster. It had been hours now, and still no progress. Nothing, not even the slightest breeze. Since when did someone who utilizes wind ninjutsu have such trouble creating.. wind. It angered him immensely, he had been beating himself up the entire day and it was only expanding. He was losing the momentum that he never had and it was beginning to show. He wondered how his father could be so patient. He simply sat there those whole hours behind Mizumi with his armed crossed watching to see if completed the jutsu. He only spoke a word when he was striking in words of encouragement that were a little not-too encouraging. The struggle was ongoing, and the jutsu was not even close to completion. Things like this he could usually grasp in one day but this was different. Maybe it was the pressure. Maybe it was the fear of the chunin exams and the stress of his father standing over his shoulder. Maybe it was the stress of Insecurity or dark thoughts or pains in his head and heart. Maybe he was simply going through a lot and it wasn't letting him focus how he needed to in order to complete this jutsu. Maybe, just Maybe, he needed a little bit of positivity in his life for once, in order to fuel his drive for success.  "Dad. I'll learn this jutsu. Let me see you do it again please?"

He said softly, whilst his father took a few steps to the side, far enough away from him so that he wouldn't hurt him. He pulled ot 7 shuriken from his pouch and held 3 of them in one hand and 4 in the other. Mizumi looked amazed already, and nothing even happened yet.

"Step back."

His father said, and Mizumi did as such. His father launched the shuriken at a few of the trees ahead of them. His father clasped his hands together tightly as a large gust of wind blew from his hands in a concentrated form, the wind overtaking the shuriken as their speed increased by several times, and when they met with the bark of the tree they went directly through, making a proper incision with the sharp wind-enhanced shuriken.

"Wow."

He said amazed, as his father stepped away, went to the same position he was in, and crossed his arms over each othe ronce more, instituting a state of statuary again, standing completely still and looking forward as if he wanted Mizumi to do exactly the same. The shurikens hit the ground some yards behind the tree that nearly calapsed when they went through, making a metallic noise when they hit the branch covered forest floor below. Mizumi grabbed the shurikens and prepared. ready to try again.