Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321041655

"Dad I cant do it!"

"Yes you can. Calm yourself. And use the technique."

Him and his father stood at a tree, his father was about an even 6 foot tall, with long, slender black hair and taditional feudal shinobi armor with his large, black gunbai hung in its holster on its back. it wasn't often he came out to help MIzumi with his training but, this was a technique he utilized in battle all too often. Mizumi's father was specifically a tool ninja. He utilized large amounts of tools and manipulated them with usage of this technique to properly subdue his opponent with unpredictable wind patterns and blades that cut deep. It was simple to him. Mizumi's father was gifted in both wind in fire natures, natures that Mizumi himself hoped that he could acquire someday. He already had the wind part down but this part was essiential. Mizumi already had it down pack to where he could manipulate his wind chakra easily and had some complex techniques in his arsenal. Just by having his fan drawn he can deflect many oncoming projectiles such as kunai or shuriken by expelling the chakra outward. Not to mention, his utilization of the great breakthrough technique, AND the sickel weasel technique, which was named as such for its cutting power and ability to send his opponent into a twister controlled by their chakra, striking them with small blades of wind to administer endless cuts. This technique, he was training for, Gale Palm, seemed so simple, but to him it wasn't. everyone thought he was just the best wind master for his age but he hadn't yet reached those heights yet. It was really his fan, which enhanced his ninjutsu greatly and increased his ability to conjure pre-existing winds. All he had to do was clasp his hands together, and focus, manipulating the air around him into a powerful gust that could enhance the spinning and cutting power of shurikens and kunai alike. He stood there, in front of the trees with the dummies hanging from them, his father causing nervousness as he looked over his shoulder. Mizumi threw up two shuriken into the air, and clasped his hands together, straining. Though straining, and trying hard, nothing happened, the shuriken didn't move further than they were intended too and he immediately grew frustrated, picking them back up and getting into position again.

"Darnit!"