Board Thread:Iwagakure Training/@comment-24937485-20151218035650/@comment-27375402-20151218051759

A droplet of sweat trickled down the cheek of a child, skidding down at a particularly slow descent whilst the drenched golden strands of the boy's hair hung over his face, before the child stood a few targets impaled with shuriken and a tree with bark ripped off its base, though only barely shedding its preliminary layer. Now crouching down, he rubbed at his sore shins, shaking his head lightly before arising to his feet. Due to the excitement the boy awoke far too early, though in spite of the free time offered to him, he chose to train instead of getting up to his usual antics. For the first few days his change in personality felt unnatural, but the daily training and witnessing the prowess of the elderly shinobi, the inspiration fed into his motivation.

"Damn" Ryouta had thought to himself, considerating his steady growth he still felt as if he were still far too weak to stand on terms of a Jounin, though he did aspire to be self-sustainable and reliable. With a sigh, he rolled his shoulders back and thus caused a crackle to emit outwards before he leaned forwards and pelted the tree with blows from his fist, tearing into the bark of the tree as it flickered off, though his eyes squinting after each blow was dealt, whincing internally in his attempts to bear through them.

Though the effort were a waste as he came to a stop, the pain too severe to endure and his frustration in his powerlessness grew. Though despite it all, he thought it were best to meet with the allocated Chuunin, grabbing at the shuriken embedded in each target and placing back in their pouches prior to making his way towards the training field he was informed of, turning to see a white haired and purple eyed individual.

"Strange" the blonde Genin commented absentmindedly, furrowed brows as he comprehended the situation, he approached, however strange the individual, it was clear that she were present for a reason, whether to be a training partner or the actual Chuunin in charge of the training remained unclear. He turned and noticed his opponent from yesterday and then he understood that the white haired adolescent was the Chuunin assigned, after gazing upon the black haired boy, he grabbed at his shoulder, although bandaged the pain lingered from the shuriken impact.

Even the burns hadn't completely recovered but had healed enough to reach a stage where he exert himself freely. He then stepped forth and looked at the duo before approaching the two of them and coming to a stop in front of the female.

"Yo" the child greeted informally, standing in a rather poor, sluggish informal stance before awaiting a response.