Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160317111108/@comment-24937485-20160317112503

“Not yet… I’m not done yet.” Akira woke up drenched in sweat and looked outside to see the night was still young and the moon very much bright. He felt restless, which was unusual, and couldn’t shake yesterday’s memories out of his thoughts. Even though he had beaten the Hyuga in their spar, Akira didn’t feel comfortable about it. –That technique.- He still had no idea what exactly happened but when he was struck it was like something had interfered with his chakra. –I’ve got to find out, someday.- He vowed as he dressed himself in usual attire and was soon seen walking outside; the cool wind a welcoming touch to his warm skin. “Ahh….”. Sometimes the village was perfectly peaceful, quiet, at rest. But then he heard the most unusual sound as he walked past the window of a gray box-like house where the lights still shined inside and someone was laughing way too hard while quoting lines from a book that youngsters shouldn’t come in contact with. “That idiot Zeshin.”  Akira shook his head, sighed, and walked on while the bo-staff on his back bounced along with every step. About half an hour later the 13 year old set foot upon the main training grounds that consisted of a green area surrounded by a high fence; home to a small stream of water that runs straight through it and a small number of trees and brushes that provided just enough cover to hide in. As usual, Akira moved over to the waterside and looked down at his reflection. There were black smudges on his face, he must not have washed last night, but by the look in his eyes he couldn’t care less. All Akira wanted to do was improve, improve, and improve. As such he coated his feet in chakra and stepped onto the center of the stream while continuously repeating the same set of handseals; upping the tempo with each rotation. Tiger → Ox → Dragon → Hare → Dog → Bird → Rat → Clone seal → Dragon → Ram. Time after time again.