Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28412345-20170507043728/@comment-28412345-20170507043901

Flashback Toka Uchiha, shoka&apos;s father was on one of his many camping trips. Whenever he wasn&apos;t on a mission, he would train his son, not just how to fight but also how to survive. He also wanted his son to get stronger physically as well. Shoka was only 10, but his health and condition made him look more like he was 6 or 7. Since Shoka was always weak, he couldn&apos;t play with the other shinobi as he had asthma. Toka however believed he could grow out of it. On this particular camping trip, he was planning on taking his son on a hike. They had traveled for quite a long time until they finally reached the foot of a very high mountain. Once there, shoka would look up to his dad. &quot;Dad where is the path?&quot; His father would look down at him and point at the steep surface. &quot;My boy, we are going to climb the face of this mountain and you are going to reach the top.&quot; Shoka&apos;s father then removed his back pack and  pulled out a pair of picks and have them to his son. Toka was planning on using his bare hands to scale the surface while his son would use some climbing tools. Together, they started to climb. The mountain itself was already on high elevated ground and thus, the oxygen in the air was thin. Toka knew this but in order to get his soon to breathing like anyone else, he would have to endure. The climb had gotten off to a rocky start since Shoka had no idea what he was doing. But with some perseverance and patience, shoka learned and started to climb with his dad. Shoka was made sure to climb ahead of his father so in case he fell, Toka would be there to catch him. Shoka seemed to be alright with the thin air, but as he got higher, it became harder to breathe. Soon even his father notifed when he stopped in order to catch his breath. &quot;Son...breathe into your nose and out your mouth. &quot; Shoka couldn&apos;t hear his father&apos;s instructions due his dizziness and the howling winds. Soon Shoka became weak and let go of the pike. He would have fallen to his death had his father not been quick enough to catch him. When shoka woke up, it was midnight. His dad had built a hut around him and used fire, rocks, and water to build steam in the hut to open his sons lungs. Shoka began to stir which made his father peer into the hut. &quot;Oh...your up. How are you feeling?&quot; &quot; a bit hungry dad.&quot; Toka smiled and motioned him to follow him. They sat by the fire eating a hare that Toka had hunted while shoka was unconscious. Toka then sighed and scratched his son&apos;s hair. &quot; perhaps I am pushing you too much. I should have taken more into consideration your current abilities and try to nurture them than to try and make you do something out of your range.&quot; Shoka looked up at his father. He never once ever regretted pushing Shoka to do better but...it seemed only when it regarded his life did he think he was overdoing it. Shoka smiled up at him and rested his head on his father&apos;s arm as he drifted to sleep. &quot;It&apos;s ok dad. One day, I&apos;ll be able get as strong as you and then I&apos;ll climb that mountsun with ease. As he went to sleep. His father chuckled softly and strokes his son&apos;s hair. &quot;I have no doubt about it my boy."

Current time.

The sun had just set and Shoka was covered in sweat as well as breathing heavy. He had one hand on his knee, the other against the trunk of a tree. His head was hung down but he then straighten up and lifted his face to th sky. &quot;Whew...finally made it.&quot; He wiped the sweat on his brow and looked at the base of the mountain. The very same mountain his father had taken him to all those years ago.