Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160328221240/@comment-24937485-20160328221313

In the far east of the Land of Fire there was a Temple hidden in a valley between white-tipped mountain ranges that encircled the, reportedly, spiritual forest of Gung-Zu; a serene area inhibited by only a chosen few. In the middle of this forest stood a large building, octagon shaped, that was surrounded by four shrines each of which featured the statue of the same featureless man sitting in various meditative poses; a temple that had no name just like the monks who lived inside it. All of these enlightened people had dedicated their lives to the mastery of taijutsu in order to become one with their bodies. In doing so they became the absolute experts when it came to the eight gates technique. However, due to the extreme ruthlessness of their training exercises, there were less than few who dared seek mentorship at the temple without a name. But not today. Today the course of destiny was far from the ordinary. The Gung-Zu forest, which hadn’t seen a new visitor in many years, now found itself explored by a gutsy youngster of the hidden leaf who was on his way to the temple. While walking through the forest, lil B would find himself gazing throughout magnificent scenery that by far surpassed the traditional woods around Konoha. Here, the leaves sparkled as if coated by a thin layer of glistering chakra, the water illuminated the dragonflies that flew above it as if a mystical light was ever glowing out of the bottom of each small lake one’d come across. The animals, although few in number, were more like creatures of legend than anything else; there were small dragon like serpents that flew through the air and every now and then there appeared a deer with white fur and crystal-like antlers. The whole place was like something from another planet yet all of these things were somewhat trivial as the Genin had most likely come for one thing; training. - Upon arriving at the temple lil B would be greeted by the small bow of a silent monk with a long braided ponytail. He’d then be escorted into the temple where one’s shoes had to be taken off and all weapons and items removed before further entry. After this checkpoint the silent monk led the shinobi into a garden that was home to several bamboo trees but most notably two solid boulders that each boasted a 5 yard diameter. Between them stood a man, old, at least in his nineties by the look of his wrinkled face, slanted eyes, long moustache and braided beard. While leaning on a bamboo staff, the Elder would open one eye to lil B while speaking quickly and clear in a low and raspy voice. “Young Leaf… why did you fall in this garden?”



Once an old man by the name of Jenkins had started training of young B in the art of taijutsu, but that had ended when he had tragically passed just a short 2 months ago leaving B in seeking further guidance in his path of taijutsu mastery. He would remember a vivid memory of a serene place old man Jenkins had told him of, the place the old man himself had been trained in the powerful art of the 8 gates that had only been achieved by a select few. This memory bouncing around in the young shinobi’s mind like a small rubber ball being tossed down a flight of stairs made him seek this almost magical temple hidden in the valley circled by the said to be spiritual Gung-Zu forest range. He would walk the same walk his former master had many years ago by-passing much of the scenery described to him. Looking at the leaves of the fully flourished tree’s sparkle as if they held a twilight within them, water glistening as if it were the purest he had ever seen in his life, and creatures only told in legend lingered about as he continued his walk. Young B would finally arrive at an old temple that felt like it had a power emanating from it. At the front an old monk of silence would greet him with a bow, greeting the monk with a bow as well, the monk would gesture him forward through the door. A place where he would then have to seize his shoes and any weaponry he had stashed on himself. Afterwards the monk would escort him further into a serene bamboo garden where he would see an older man between to boulders that were rather huge. The old man would look up opening one single eye, questioning B as to why he had come to this garden. “I have come to become one with my art, and master it. Like my deceased master once did in the same place.” He would say as he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, exhaling slowly “Now let’s begin….”



The master’s bushy grey eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he remembered the prodigy that went by the name of Jenkins. “The leaf falls close to where its tree died. Only with true vigor will he become one. One mind and body.” He was dressed in a simple brown robe, wide black pants, and stood barefoot as he walked over to lil B. And what happened next was something utterly unheard of when it came to training the eight gates, but not here. No, here they did things differently. A gust of wind shot out from where the master’s foot was about to touch stone and in that same instead the man had seemingly vanished from view. One could’ve guessed that the Body Flicker was the means behind this trick, or a camouflage technique, but neither guesses were correct. This was a pure display of raw physical seed of a body vitalized by chakra due to legendary taijutsu mastery. Before the kicked up dust could even fully rise, the old man stood directly in front of the Genin, in a wide sideways stance; his right shoulder facing lil B as an assault was already underway. It would’ve been hard to see though, due to the velocity at which the man had jabbed his right arm out just as he came into vision; aiming to tap the tip of his index finger against lil B’s forehead with the force of a hammer behind it. Upon contact the first gate would be forced upon, immediately, without a way out due to the Genin’s inability to manipulate tenketsu in whichever way. This dreadful fact meant that lil B would feel all of the strain that came from opening the first gate in a body that was not yet prepared for it; literally feeling like the skin was being torn apart. Yet the worst thing was that less than a second after the finger-tap, the old man’s rock-hard left fist was slammed forth as he turned on his left forefoot and rotated his torso into the punch; aiming to ram into the center of lil B’s torso with enough force to send him flying through one of the thin walls, into the temple. After the attempt master would wait outside in the garden for lil B to return. “If your body can last one minute. You will be accepted.”





After waiting just a mere 4 seconds for the old man’s response, he would be met with the remembrance of his former teacher. After being told the leaf doesn’t fall from the dying tree, he would look at where the old man once stood in a zen like state, and felt a gust of wind surge towards his body. “What the… is this a magic trick?” he would say aloud in an alerted voice as he would turn into a more defensive stance trying to anticipate the incoming arrival of the old man. Nervously moving his head left to right as quickly as he could, like a weather vane being hit from the wind moving east to west. He would blink his eyes once and as soon as he re-opened them the man would be standing in front of him in a sideways stance, his right side facing young B. His right arm would already be extended before B could even realize what was going on around himself. Just a single finger would make contact would touch his forehead, but the feel of excruciating pain would follow as if the skin on his face was being peeled in a wind tunnel, instantly knocking his head back so hard the back of it was touching the back of his neck. What seemed like less than a second later, he would feel as if one of the boulders the old man was standing between had been thrown into his stomach at a high rate of speed. B’s face would strain as hard as it could as his body tried to absorb the impact, his eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of their sockets from the pressure building. His body would then take flight backwards, the impact from the single punch drowned out the pain of B crashing through 3 walls of stone, making impact with the ground ass first, sliding as if he were falling down a mountain creating a large cloud of dust along his way. He would slide until his back crashed against a thicket of bamboo, “If your body can last one minute. You will be accepted.” Was all he heard before nearly blacking out. Though in immense pain a sudden surge would rush through young B, like nothing he had ever felt before. B would sit there for a few seconds following the old man’s statement, trying to get his thoughts and head straightened out. He would then start trying to pull himself up, shaking in pain and agony, he would get to his knee’s and start digging his hands in the dirt with everything he had, crawling his way back through the path his body had made just a minute earlier. B would finally find the will to pick himself up off of his knee’s and start slowly limping towards the old, only about 10 steps away at this point, hobbling along until they were face to face once more. “If tha… -cough- if that is what I will be capable of, d-… I will do whatever it takes…” He would say taking deep breathes as he was still trying gather himself from the powerful barrage bestowed upon him from the old man, bowing his head in respect awaiting a response.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">“Not enough.” Upon the young boy’s staggering arrival the old man was already underway again, his large feet crashing into the stone floor with each and every brutal step that built up into a fierce chain of motion. It had been beyond impressive how the young Leaf was able to gather himself after the previous attacks, let alone be able to withstand the eights gate as good as he had. At this point the record of Jenkins was but 30 seconds away from being broken and lil B was already doing better than 50% of anyone who trained at the temple without a name. The master’s slanted eyes dawned down upon the hues of lil b, and squinted, as he continued to build velocity. From what it looked like the beast of martial arts was but a second from running straight into the genin but then his body had left its previous location. Where to? The answer was simple but by the time one’d most likely realize it, it’d already be too late. After jumping and at the same time kicking his heels up like a scorpion the old man positioned himself directly above the Genin; the soiled of his feet pointing up at the sky. The man’s long beard almost teasingly hanging in front of lil B’s face before whipping back up against the master’s chest just before it could be grabbed. Thus, in an acrobatic maneuver, the elder had now brought himself upside down above lil B and aimed to plant his big hands against both sides of the Genin’s head; taking it in a tight grip like a basketball before the man continued his forward-flip onto his feet while slinging the boy overhead like a catapult and letting him loose on a path where the Genin was doomed to be flying through a new set of walls.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">The words that he dreaded to hear entered his ears “Not enough.” The old man would say as he would be back at it. Charging forward, his feet crashing into the ground building momentum getting master gaining force with each step. B would not be deterred, standing with fearlessness awaiting the next wave of brutal pain that was incoming. “If this is what Jenkins went through, I will follow…..” he would recite in his mind like an old song over and over. What looked like a straight on attack would quickly turn into an acrobatic circus-esque technique. The old man would jump just mere feet away kicking up in the air majestically as he stand still in the air upside down right above B. B would feel the firm grasp of both of his hands on both sides of his head as it grew tighter. As it felt like a vice grip closing in on his head, he would feel the momentum pulling him forward as the old man threw him in catapult like fashion towards another set of walls about 30 yards away. B felt the release of the old man’s grasp as he flew through air with the velocity of a cannon being fired off. B’s body though in pain would remain relaxed through this endeavor, as if he were at peace with himself putting him in a zen like state. He would feel the pressure of his body crashing into the walls and eventually plowing into the earth sliding another 20 feet from where his body turned into a human wrecking ball against the walls. Though his body was pretty much at its breaking point, he felt something inside of himself keeping his will burning as he rose again with zombie-like movement. B would literally gimping, limping, and fighting his way back to just walk back to the old man, a bloody battered mess, but his will not broken a bit. “Yo- you can break my body, but you will never break m- my spirit…. Old man…” he would say as his body running off complete adrenaline would continue to make its way towards the old man a second time.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">“Old man…” The boys words drifted through the air as he came in sight again. An unwavering source of strength radiating from deep within. The master felt it clearly, in mind, body, and soul. This was one of them. One of the three fists of Gung-Zu. He was sure of it, now opening the first gate himself at which fissures spread through the ground below his feet and like a crack of lightning he zig-zagged between one place and the next to arrive in front of lil B once more. In the same stance as the first time he engaged, a finger was aimed to tap against lil B’s forehead. Yet, even though the man had a gate boosting his already formidable strength, this tap would feel lighter than the touch of a feather; closing the first gate if contact was made. “The exact same time as your master. This leaf may bear the soul of several others in its fists. To awaken you, shall be our path. First, the gate of opening.”. Nodding slowly like a wise man would, the master turned around and stepped over some of the debris as if nothing had happened and walked into one of the untouched hallways of the temple. “Come. We must find you.” He’d say. Moving on for a while before waiting in front of a circular door made of gold. Upon the door was an inscription of a single large kanji that stood for “Truth.” On the opposite side there was an identical door, made of silver. Upon this door was an inscription of a single large kanji that stood for “Power.”. The old man moved to stand in between before opening his arms and hands; presenting two options. “The leaf must choose and awaken. Where does his destiny lead?”. It was hard to see further down the hall behind the hold man due to a pitch blackness that blocked ones sight of whatever was back there.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">Standing still as if his body were about to collapse, he would look with his squinted eyes as he watched his, hopefully, new teacher emanate power so immense it cracked the ground beneath himself as he zig zagged his way towards B with eye blinking speed arriving in front of young B in mere seconds. He would arrive in the same stance, right shoulder facing him with his index finger extended upon B’s forehead. Expecting another thrashing B would close his eyes and accept it, but upon the touch it felt as light as a feather brushing his face. His immense power soon dissipated, feeling this B would reopen his eyes looking the old man eye to eye. The old man would reiterate that he had the same time as Jenkins his beloved mentor, nodding at B he would start walking towards a hallway “We must find yourself.” Listening to his wise words, B would follow suit. The old man would come to a halt, standing between two doors. One made of gold and one made of silver, the gold with the Kanji of truth and the silver with the kanji of power, “The leaf must choose and awaken. Where does his destiny lead?” The old man would say giving B the choice. “Enlightenment or Power…” B would recite in his head over and over, finally coming to a verdict. He begin to hobble towards the door of power believing in himself that it was the right choice no matter may lie ahead.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">Upon opening the golden doorway lil B found himself pulled inside by something like a magnetic force and upon the Genin being ‘sucked’ inside the door would close. Inside, at first, everything was pitch-black as if standing in an ocean of nothingness. But then, below the Genin’s feet, and stretching out ahead, a cobblestone path that extended for a hundred yards or so before stopping in front of a sacrificial table. Then trees manifested on each side of the path, as grass on the forest floor,  and stars lit up one by one. In the bushes, and behind the branches, hid many a pair of golden eyes that blinked in a rhythmic pattern as if they were connected to this place. If lil B walked over to the sacrificial table he’d see several items laid out. On the left a pair of leg weights that seemed custom made for the Genin, colored yellow/gold, (which requires 3 strength points to properly work out with, though it limits your speed; anything less than that would be truly exhausting.).In the middle a medallion that bore the logo of two fists colliding with one another. And to the right a set of arm weights that had to be worn around the forearms; being as heavy on the arms as the other weights are on the legs. (Same rules apply as leg weights). After picking up, or wearing all of the items, the room would suck the young martial artist back out of the room to stand in front of the old man who introduced himself as “Kiju Sensei.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">A force would suck B into the door as if he were in the eye of a tornado, everything sightless just pitch black. It would seem as if he were warped into another dimension, a cobblestone path would appear below his feet that extended quite a good ways. Then as if the world was unraveling before him, trees began to grow on each side, grass began to sprout on the ground around the path, and stars began to light up the darkness. As B began walking, he would notice eyes of gold peaking from the bushes around him blinking in a pattern consistently the whole time he was walking. Once he reached the end of the cobble stone path he would reach a sacrificial table with three items laid upon it. A pair of leg weights, a golden medallion, and a pair of arm weights. B would, without hesitance, would begin to strap on the leg weights feeling heaviness they bore as he tried to walk in them. Next he would strap on the forearm weights, as they dragged his arms down with their heaviness “This will not be easy, but I must surpass my limits..” B would say to himself exuding confidence from every pore. Lastly, he would lift his arms as hard as he could with the weights on to put the gold medallion around his neck, a workout in itself. Moments after he had all three pieces on the same force that sucked him in had sucked him back out in an instant. In mere seconds he would be back in the dark hallway with his new teacher who would reveal himself as “Kiju Sensei” B would bow his head and ask “What must I do now sensei…” waiting for a response.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">The old man bowed in return only to then poof in a cloud of smoke. For a few moments B would be left to wonder what had just transpired and who the old man really was. But no one could have expected to see what he did; A snotty brat no more than five years old with a big head, large blue eyes, and spikey green hair. The child stood no more than 3ft high and looked to be very confused with what had happened. Then, looking up at B, the kid’s eyes began to water and he ran off into the darkness further down the hall. Upon B’s following the child, if he did, he’d find himself running through a long hallway before suddenly, out of nowhere, stepping foot through the open gate of Konoha. The guards who stood at attention were shocked beyond belief at the sudden appearance but sighed, relaxed, when they saw the beat up state and heavy weights. Without trying to be quiet the taller of the two guards said “Havn’t seen one come from the temple without name it at least 10  years, what you?” and the other just smiled and nodded while greeting B with a kind smile. “I give him five seconds.” Said the smiling man. And then in one, two, three, four, five, the brave and unyielding Genin would most likely feint from the stress of all he had been through. The guardsmen caught him before he hit the ground and B would wake up in the medic center the next morning with his body as good as restored; the arm and leg weights laying on a wooden tabletop that had cracked under the pressure.--- Back in the temple, the Old man stood outside ever since B stepped into the golden circle. Before him sat a being that looked like it came from another dimension; a body made of blue energy with four arms and a face on each side of its head. The two shared words and in a flash of light the being disappeared. Kiju turned around and folded his hands behind his back while closing his eyes in concentration as he walked back inside the temple and said ”The fist of power has been born to rise as one of the three fists of Gung-Zu. A new leaf to wander a destiny that transcends a single life… I wonder where his path will blow.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">B would watch the old man disappear into a cloud of smoke instantaneously, what was standing in his place would slightly shock B. A young child green hair that was spiked, a snotty nose, and big blues that watered as soon B looked into them. The child would run down a dark hallway, B would follow in pursuit for a few feet before, out of nowhere walking through the front gate of Konoha. He would be greeted by two guards staring at him as he barely stand beaten and bruised, arm weights, leg weights, and golden medallion all being worn. One guard would say they haven’t seen anyone come from the temple in more than 10 years, the other would just smile and say just give, B, 5 seconds to gather himself so he could respond. That was the last thing B remembered as he would wake up in a hospital bed, it was the next morning. He would be already healed of all injuries as if they just magically disappeared. B would look at the wooden table next to his bed, of which his weights and medallion laid upon it, cracked under the pressure of the weights. B would get up out of bed strap on both sets of weights and put th medallion around his neck in confidence, “I wonder what will become of me…” he would think before muttering “Time to get back to work.” As he would walk out of the hospital readying himself for the intense training that he was about to endure.