Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321053732

'''"Yes, you're doing a lot better. Try the dummies now."

"I think I wanna keep trying this method."

"No. Try the dummies, while you have your confidence."'''

His father insisted, and who was Mizumi to decline? He walked back over to his original position with the dummies against the trees, and the collection of shurikens against their roots to show the base of his failure. It was quite sad, that he couldn't get it all those times. He looked over to the tree that his father had such success on, and it only make him want to succeed more. He looked back at his father who was in his original position with his arm crossed. Mizumi walked closer towards the trees and looked around on the ground, getting a total of 3 shuriken, two in one hand and 1 on the other. He grabbed them tightly as if he was taking his anger out on them; as if he was furious, even. He held them so tight, his hands began to bleed from making contact with the blades. He went back to his launching spot, the area in which he threw the shuriken, and threw all three of them. Once again he used his mind to notice the weapon's rotation, but shifted his focus to the air around him and easily manipulated it to release a medium-sized gale forward which slightly increased the speed and cutting power of the shuriken that he had just threw, which not too long after, dissapeared from sight, and didn't hit their mark.

"Dad! Dad! I did it I really really di-"

He was interupted after he had turned around, his dad was silent and standing there with a face of anger. He was confused as to what had happened and trigured such expression, but then he looked and realized that  there were two shuriken stuck into his father's shoulder. It had seemed that Mizumi had no problem conjuring the wind now, but simply controlling it. His shuriken had gone wayward and pierced his father's flesh in that very instant.

"Sorry!"

He exclaimed, as his father grunted slightly but showed no original sign of pain while tearing them from his flesh, and throwing them down onto the ground, focusing and looking forward before allowing words to roll over his lips once more.

"Again."