Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321042201

"Dad Maybe this is your thing. I'm not made for a technique like this."  "Stop talking silly, you've learned harder. "

"With my fan!"

"Your fan is an extension of you, and you're chakra. Focus and use what's inside of you not what you think is inside of that fan. Matter of fact, give me it."

He took the fan off of its holster on his back and handed it to his father, who focused a sharp blade of wind into his fingers and carefully made incisions inside of it until it was cut to pieces like a shredder.

"Why would you do that?!"  "I'll get you a new one, but not until you do the technique, now focus."

Mizumi grew frustrated now, knowing that his father was teling the truth but still, upset that he took such measures to prove his point. Mizumi was trying his hardest and maybe it just wasn't meant for him to get even if he had learned more advanced techniques. His fire stood over his shoulder once more with his arms cross, the fragments of the previous fan spread out onto the grass beneath, the sun slowly going down at the horizon as birds fled the tree in which they were trying to use the technique towards. Grabbing the shuriken that he had thrown, Mizumi threw them towards the tree again, slowly, on purpose. He clasped his hands together and focused, a slight breeze blew in which he thought was himself but it was literally, just the wind. He through a fit in frustration, stomping his feet while walking over to pick up the shuriken once more. He was quite angry that he could't learn something so simple, and doubted his place as a genin, and his possible place in the chunin exams.

"This just isnt for me!"