Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160314181027

Now was time for the true long haul of this training he had, something to help work on his chakra levels and bring up his given stamina for the future so that he endure longer as a shinobi; something that was extremely necessary in basic fighting, so Ieyasu’s father told him. Now that he had his breath about him from the basic exercise he had done, Ieyasu picked himself off the ground and put back on his kimono and hakama. He grabbed his empty bag as well, leaving the water bottle he had taken with him by accident as he forgot to put it back in. The boy quickly slipped his geta back on, and then he began to walk away from his little area. After around 10 minutes or so, Ieyasu made it back to the road he had been traveling on.

One specific reason for choosing this route and settling his little training ground nearby was because this road was rather straight and long. Not many traveled it either, making for the perfect conditions of his stamina training.

Ieyasu moved his hands together, looking straight ahead as he formed the Ram seal and slowly moved it into a special seal that was unique to this technique. Although it was entirely unnecessary and even was not appropriate of a ninja, Ieyasu yelled out the name of this technique… it helped him concentrate, “Baika no Jutsu!” Ieyasu’s abdominal area began to expand, his clothes bulging outward. Small amounts of calories were being burnt, mixing into the regular chakra reserves of Ieyasu as he used his inherent Yang nature to transfigure his body mass into a great sphere. This was a combination of the basic Multi-Size Technique which served as the basis of all Akimichi jutsu and the Human Bullet Tank, ready now as Ieyasu’s appendages sunk into his round body and disappeared from sight.

Chakra began to pour out from the holes his arms and legs were resting, the human bullet he had become began to quickly rotate and revolve on itself. This momentum picked up, like as though preparing for a charge; dust from the trail-blazed road began to kick up into the air behind the ball as it direction was orientated further down the road. Then with a sudden blast, the ball exploded in a moment of furious speed that was swift like a bullet.

Ieyasu’s body propelled across the road, his boulder-like form charging onward. Trees past, their branches and even the grass below them shuttering and dancing at the fierce winds that accompanied the bullet. The rage continued as the bullet furthered down the road, speed only picking up until there was something Ieyasu noticed while cruising down the road. In the brief frames he had to look forward, it looked like a caravan was traveling down the road. Knowing that if he ran into it, he’d both destroy the caravan and possibly kill someone, Ieyasu seemed to try and come to a stop, but he was going so fast that the severity of his inability to turn or stop was even greater and he wouldn’t make it in time.

Ieyasu had to make a bit of a choice that would potentially hurt him badly, but he didn’t want to hurt anybody. A grand puff of smoke appeared around him and quickly he flew from the smoke flying. Ieyasu tucked his head in, brought his knees up, and held his hands together before he quickly slammed against the ground.

The tumble was rough to say the least, Ieyasu’s whole body rolling just before but not in a good way. His own form almost came undone by this tumbling, but eventually it just turned into skidding. Ieyasu’s body drew to a close, he ached all over not just from this but also because of the fact he was so exhausted from the trek he had made. He must have been at least halfway down the long road by now, as could be told by the groans and the shallow breath he had. The caravan stopped for a little bit, the coachman looking over wondering just what had made this boy fly past his own caravan.

Whenever Ieyasu got up, the man began on his way once again seeing the boy would live. It was a tough world out there, not many cared to stop and help others when they were trying to help themselves. Ieyasu repeated the process from before however, creating the human bullet once again and speeded past the caravan driver who was taken aback at the strange sight of a boulder.

But as Ieyasu steadily went, his energy also steadily drained as well. Ieyasu only made around another quarter of the way back to the village. His eyes and concentration slowly faded out, and suddenly everything went black.

Whenever he woke up, however, he was laying in the back of… a caravan? The slightly alarmed young boy stirred from his sleep, weakly pushing himself from the wooden floor of the caravan. As he did so, Ieyasu was greeted by a familiar face, it truly was the same man from before. Upon closer inspection, his features appeared weathered and wizened, a man of older age. His hair mixed between black and gray, and his eyes a soft blue like the sky above.

“We’re almost back at the village, my shinobi friend. Hop on up here and we can talk if you’d like, tell me all about what you were doing back there before you passed out.” Said the old man, and Ieyasu listened well before picking himself up with what strength he had and clambered out to the front where he sat by the old man.

The two spoke to one another, although it was mainly the old man doing the talking given Ieyasu wasn’t a very social person. He only talked when necessary and so forth. It turned out the old man’s name was Ichiro Taira, a simple merchant of sorts who traveled these lands and was local to Konoha given the good trade and opportunity it gave him.

They talked to one another all the way back, Ichiro being kind enough to even stop at Ieyasu’s house given how tuckered out the young man was. The two said their goodbyes, Ieyasu’s respectful nature coming into play as he graciously thanked Ichiro for the service he provided and let him know he’d do his best to repay them if a time ever came. With that, they finally parted their ways and Ieyasu essentially collapsed onto his mat once he got back in there. Testing his limits in chakra and stamina was potentially dangerous, but doing this constantly would help improve on that stamina so Ieyasu wouldn’t pass out as quickly as he did here.  