Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20160405185321

Ringo found himself making his way towards the village training grounds the sound of his footsteps heavy as he continued about his way. The moment he found himself arriving at the training grounds within village he took the time to examine his surroundings taking in the stream that ran along the side of the grounds along with the sound of the trees rustling. Ringo donned a gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket, that covers his upper body. This accented by a tattered scarf he picked up while practicing his archery. He now also wears a single notched belt with what appears to be a sash or bandana draped over it. Protecting his arms are sets of rerebraces and vambraces. The only weapon he’d brought with him today was that of his knife known as the swallow, given to him by a compatriot of his father. In time it could be seen that Ringo took a seat beneath one of the few striking stomps that decorated the training grounds whittling away at a rather small block of wood eventually giving form to that of an owl's head.

In time Ringo finished his owl statue and began about his way with his training. He’d learned from one of his father's books about a technique which required to pump his own chakra through his saliva in order to give way to a golden material. With that he’d begun about his way starting with simple meditation his lung expanding and collapsing. His chakra would begin to blow the blackened substance pouring into view in those moments. His physique becoming enveloped in such a substance before subsiding within his body.

It became clear that Ringo gained control of his chakra over the past few days and with that he’d learned a few new skills. In passing he’d began to focus his own chakra into his mouth. Soon he would find a thick substance building up within his mouth almost like that of gum. In turn he’d begun to chew briefly moving the substance about within his mouth. He’d let the substance break free from his mouth before forming that of single ball. He hadn’t had too much practice with such a technique but his imagination was vast.

In the wake of Ringo forming the ball with said golden substance it’d harden like that of steel. This had given Ringo an idea as he came to a stand his own prowess with ranged weaponry led to such a concept. In doing this he’d taken up a stance similar to that of a pitcher. He’d wound up to throw such an object and in doing so he’d let the sphere leave his grasp and in doing this it’d bored into the tree leaving that of spiraled indentation in that of the trees bark.

Ringo had given himself a mental pat on the back simply praising himself for grasping such a concept with ease. In time he’d begun to form the substance within his mouth once more chewing it about passing it from cheek to cheek. He’d given thought to the other things he could do with such a technique. Ringo came to the conclusion that he could remove the need for other ninja tools with such a technique. Soon after pulling the substance from his mouth he’d made a pair of shuriken themselves.

In the wake of this creation Ringo slung them through the air their golden physiques barreling through the air with ease. The first to leave his grap barreling around the tree only to be met by the second that Ringo had thrown giving way to a ricochet effect. The first thrown would’ve bounced off the second sending the pair into two completely separate targets. Each striking the set of trees with ease. This would’ve given him a further sense of understanding to the technique.

Ringo had merely taken a seat upon the earth after seeing what he was vastly capable of with such a technique and simply began to ponder within his thoughts before he’d begun to chew about the substance once again. In doing this he’d pulled the substance from his mouth once more. He’d crafted a series of tools one of which was a pair of kunai, the next was that of a pair of senbon, following those were that of that very same baseball shaped sphere, and the last of these things was that of a war bow not much bigger than Ringo’s own weapon of choice.

In passing Ringo turned his attention to the bow itself giving way to a flurry of idea’s. Its draw weight far more vast than his own bow in doing this he’d formed an arrow from that very same substance he’d been creating within his mouth. In doing this he’d drawn the thread back with the arrow notched. Its physique poised and with that he’d released the arrow from his grasp giving way to a thunderous clap. The thread vibrating upon it snapping back into its original position. The arrow itself rushing through the air with ease before landing deep within one of the few striking trees that rested within the training grounds.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Upon closer examination Ringo found the arrow much deeper than a typical one. Its physique buried about half way within the tree itself. He’d praised himself once more before turning his attention to the bow itself. He’d gone back to the position with the rest of the weapons he’d created them passing them between each of his hands before throwing them into the striking tree he’d shot the arrow into.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In time Ringo had gained another skill one that would clearly enhance his existing prowess with a bow. He’d taken his new found skill and begun to leave the training grounds leaving behind that of the owl figure he’d whittled. He’d learn to form what was known as sticky gold with his own saliva and sweat. <ac_metadata title="Ringo learns a new trick(Spider Sticky Gold)"> </ac_metadata>