Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321060034

He had to get this right, he'd do anything just to get this right. it was frustrating to see actually, and he would have to thank his father after this for watching over him this entire time, all these hours; watching him fail. He felt bad for him, and felt like he was wasting his father's time. For some reason the Kunai had worked better, maybe because there was no rotation to distract him from the wind around him, and the gust that he had to create. Whatever it was, it helped him; he was moving in the absolute right direction and no one could tell him different. He now drew two kunai, in an attempt to really finish it out, and master the jutsu!- even if he knew he wouldnt. These two kunai were special. One of the Kunai had Kaiori's name written on it and the other had Karihime's. It was the two kunai that his friends had given him and maybe that would help him complete the jutsu succesfully. He logged them each in betwen fingers, one in his left hand one in his right. He looked at his father for reassurance and threw the Kunai with great force, force great enough to pierce the bark of the tree deeply. The Kunai traveled at great speeds towards the tree, flying straight and thrown in perfect spirals. Mizumi clasped his hands together, the tips of his fingers turning red from the pressure he was exuding onto him, while his face showed absolute focus. The wind around him stirred quickly before a focus blast of wind was shot forward towards the two weapons, They began to move faster, and accelerate, and Mizumi's face showed promise. Sadly, he lost control of the gust and they went up into the tree itself, lodging into a branch high in the brush of the large oak. He was very frustrated, and you could see it on his face.

'''"I just can't get it.."

"you'll get it. Don't worry."

"I'm gonna keep trying."

"Not today you aren't. The sun's going down and you're mother is expecting us; expecting you in one piece."'''

He swung his arm over Mizumi's shoulder and walked off with him into the oncoming evening, walking towards there home where an eccentric mother was waiting with dinner and many stories of the day to tell, well they had some of their own, and Mizumi was one step closer to learning his new technique.

(Part 1 Complete, Session ended)