Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161121182448/@comment-30271674-20161128060846

The very idea of channeling this anger into something else further developed as Ieyasu continued on working at the little time he had left in this huge form. It certainly sounded difficult, but to him it didn't seem impossible as it did to simply throw the anger away entirely as if it never existed.

One punch after another, his hands slowly began to open up and bleed. His draw grew a little slower each time, once a consistent pounding but now a simple slug-fest between himself and this battered tree. Ieyasu turned around and leaned against the tree, sighing loudly as his body began to strain. His size struggled to be what it once was, his back dragging uncomfortably against the tree as this happened until he pushed himself off.

After a few minutes and he struggled against his own body rejecting further use of the jutsu, Ieyasu was down on the ground huffing and puffing. Reluctantly and accepting he couldn't go on further, Ieyasu picked himself from the ground and began walking off towards the general direction that he remembered setting camp up at.

Day drew to a close and night took its place, although there was hardly a difference in this forest and considerably more-so as Ieyasu went back where he was; where there wasn't that huge gape he created himself.

All night he'd spend thinking on just he could even start doing something like what he was thinking. He just knew that he was going to start practicing on it tomorrow, he had prey to hunt.