Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321050857

Those- now those were words of inspiration. Those were words that meant something to him, words he could take with him and actually mold into something that mattered: Learning this Jutsu. In all honesty, he didn't need this technique in his arsenal, and he doubted how useful it would be but he wanted to learn it for a few reasons. One being, his father knew the technique; he was greatly inspired by his father's strength and wanted to be everything he was in more. The other being,  the fact that he aspired to be a wind ninjutsu master. No technique would go unnoticed, everything had to be trained and learned so that one day someone could know him by pure fame. Someone would give him a cool name and fear him purely by his face or one of his techniques. He wanted to be that powerful; he yearned to be that powerful, though he couldn't get there if he couldn't learn such a simple technique.

'''"Dad, use the technique against me now."

"I'll kill you without your fan."

"If I die I die."

"Eh, I like the spirit. and I'm interested to see."'''

They walked in front of each other, parallel completely. He looked into his father's eyes and his father looked into his, they were about 20 feet away from each other total, which was really a short distance when you think about it.

"Now, we both draw one shuriken, only one. Launch yours at me, use the technique, and I'll launch mine at you."

His father nodded, though was unsure as to exactly what Mizumi had planned. He simply just followed his lead. They both drew a shuriken and looked at each other, the eyes being the keys to initiation just before they threw them. Throwing them both quickly, the shuriken were close to meeting in the middle and the two of them clasped their hands. Mizumi's father released a massive gust, that threw Mizumi's shuriken off balanced, enhanced his own, and knocked mizumi off his feet and onto the ground. Mizumi got up in dissapointment again but his father looked as if he was pondering, or thinking heavily about something.

'''"Mizumi."

"yes?"

"That was good."

"How was that possibly good? I ended up on my back"

"No you don't understand, I felt resistance. Which means a gust of your own met with mine, it just wasn't strong enough. I say we keep trying that method. It helps you blossom."'''