Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20161103194535

Oda could be seen stepping down from his perch in the tree he’d made his bed for the afternoon. The few birds that found themselves accompanying him had chosen to flutter off in that moment. However the instance in which his feet made contact with the earth those same birds could be seen returning to the branch. Each and every one lined up side by side picking at their plumage almost with the look of curiosity upon their face. They were waiting to see what he planned to do with his afternoon at this point. In passing Oda revealed to have taken a seat beneath the tree he’d called his bed for the afternoon and taken up a meditative state. His legs crossed in an indian manner and his eyes closed with his sword within his lap; not long after this he cupped his hands. This eventually led up to a sense of labored breathing. Soon oda closed his eyes and with that his meditation began. It was almost as if he were going to fall asleep in those moments as to anyone who would bother to join him it would appear as if he were asleep. A few minutes had gone by before Oda had gotten his breathing under complete control. His chest  rising and falling almost rhythmically. This being the case a bit of his chakra had begun to seep from his pores. It was almost uncontrollable but with a bit of time and patience anything was possible. Of course his time with the monks of the orchard was the only reason behind such a philosophy. The chakra that flowed from his physique swirled and rippled like that of waves. It was only a matter of time before his meditation began to pay off. A total of 15 minutes had gone by of chakra simply seeping from his physique before the swirling had come to an end. Just like the swirling the ripples had stopped all the same. This was a product of Oda learning the ability to calm his own heart rate and with that his flow of chakra. It was almost as if he reverted back to his days in the orchard before he truly knew how to control his chakra. In passing Oda took up his sword with his right hand, although his eyes remained closed and with that he began to focus on its slender physique. Only a minute had gone by in this instance his focus now on the sword that resided with his lap. His hand grasping the hilt and with that he had begun to flow his own chakra into the weapons physique. It wasn’t quite enough to cover the entirety of the weapon. This in turn revealed that he had only managed to cover just the hilt and with that a brief sigh of frustration came as he knew he could do far better than just covering such a small portion of his weapon. In passing a thought came across Oda’s mind referencing back to the philosophy of those very same monks that took him in as a child. They always pressed the matter of one’s weapon being an extension of themselves never just a tool to do harm to another. This thought was merely an aid to Oda at this point. The brief moment in which he had mustered his chakra amongst the hilt of his blade came to an end. The chakra that resided upon its physique dispersed and returned to its original source. A moment of consolidation within his head was all Oda needed before taking into account his previous mistake before taking up a new mindset. This in turn led to him taking up a rather firm grip on his weapons hilt once more before letting out a rather heavy breath. In doing this his chakra had begun to flow once more. This time far more under control than before as this soon revealed to be a more serious case of mind over matter. A few seconds had gone by before his chakra had begun to coat the weapon once more. First came the hilt, Oda visualized the physique of the blade within his mind and with that he had gone to work. After the hilt came that of the tsuba a rather small adjustment from the hilt as it only made up a small portion of the blade. Last but not least came the length of the blade as it resided within its scabbard. About a quarter of the blade was covered at this point before his efforts had come to the fore front. The weapon that sat in his lap had begun to flourish with his chakra. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">An hour had almost gone by since Oda had stepped down from his perch with the tree he called a bed for the day. Those birds that found themselves taking a liking to that very same branch he once rested upon began to chirp and flap their wings. It was almost as if they were congratulating Oda for his efforts  in such a practice. In passing the blade that rested with his lap had become flush with that of his chakra giving birth to a whole new endeavor. It was almost as if Oda had returned to his time at the orchard those years of memories were his guide to becoming a better shinobi.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Oda revealed to have tamed the beast that was his chakra almost as if his chakra were that of an uncaged beast. He had conquered it like it was that of a foreign land. In reality Oda had taken hold of the practice known as chakra flow in order to further progress his swordsmanship. As a result of such he knew there would be more to come in all aspects of combat as this was merely a stepping stone for all of those things. <ac_metadata title="No Brakes"> </ac_metadata>