Training in the Leaf [OPEN, NK]

Kirito woke with a start. He had the same dream again, about being attacked by someone and being absolutely powerless against them as they pulled out Isobu. It was not a pleasant dream, though it was one that merely put a fire in his belly. Jumping out of his bed and beginning his morning exercises, he would preform his normal workout. Once he finished, he would get up and get dressed in his normal outfit. A black gi tied with a white sash and then topped with a white haori with the kanji for three on the back with a black diamond around it. His white hair was wild as normal and his blue eyes were focused as always. His wakizashi was hanging on his back as it had been since he bought it.

He had a few ideas to form a new style, that revolved around using his steel release to form weapons for him to use. It was obvious that this style would take a lot of time to perfect, but it would surely pay off in the end with the ideas he had for it. He knew that many shinobi learned styles from their Sensei before they created their own, but since he was not a village shinobi and had no sensei, he supposed he would need to skip that step.

Making his way out onto the training field that was closest to the apartment he had been staying in, he would begin his training by focusing his steel release chakra through his arms. He would start simply by sticking to the form of weaponry he was the most comfortable with, swords. Focusing his steel chakra specifically to his hands that were clenched into fists, he would focus more at the back of the hand near the wrist than anywhere else. That is where he would need to start in order to do this correctly.

1/5 (Kiruken: Cutting Tiger)

Azayllyn slunk out of the medical ward silent the wind but he was sure some of the more powerful and experienced medic ninja noticed his leaving however they probably decided not to say anything and let him sulk in privacy. And he was sulking. Of all the embarrassing ways his exam could have ended this had to be by far one of the worst. He wandered around the village for a bit before unsurprisingly and almost instinctively he found himself walking into Konoha's training field. He saw the white haired ninja who was already there training and decided it would be nice to have someone to train alongside. Az walked up to him and spoke. "Hey how are you! I'm Azayllyn but you can call me Azzy if you want. Do you mind if I train along with ya?" Without waiting to see if the ninja agreed Azayllyn pulled a sword from his neck and placed it on the ground before him as a target. He gathered his chakra and let it flow through his body before changing it with some effort. He was still getting used to this new element of his. He focused hard trying to will a ball of electricity to form. "By the way. Do you have a name yourself?" Azayllyn continued to focus earnestly on the little ball of electricity he willed to form in his hand, while putting aside a good portion of attention for the ninja he was speaking too. He was hoping to make small talk with this unknown ninja while he waited.  He was a very good listener as many people have told him. And listening to other's peoples problems often helped him forget his own. "Are you from here, and what do you do?" Azayllyn finally formed a pitiful looking ball in his hand and moved on to shaping the small ball of staticing chakra into a disc-like shape. It took a bit of effort but at least he had someone to talk too while he struggled. It'd help him train to have conversation to help take a bit of the pressure off.

1/4 Lightning Release: Lightning Rat Violent Quake

Moeru woke up extra early in the morning and placed on her training clothes... Which was a black sports bra with black shorts that stretched to her thighs.

These had to be the most embarrassing clothes she ever had to wear.

The reason she bought them was even more embarrassing. It all started when she wanted to buy some new clothes, since she had gotten her allowance from the government. She walked over to the nearest mall and was immediately bombarded with store clerks trying to sell their products. One clerk in particular pressured her greatly to get these new set of training clothes that would make her look "gorgeous" while she got her "workout on." The clerk wouldn't leave Moeru alone, and she ended up cowering at the corner of the store and crying until she eventually bought the product.

Now, she was stuck with it. And with no other clothes to wear for her morning training, she was left with only this. What was worse was that this outfit did nothing to hide her fuinjutsu seal on her stomach, which she knew kept the monster inside of her at bay.

Because of this, she was afraid to go outside and have someone see that bran, and immediately hate her for it. Even still, she never missed a day of training, and she needed to improve if she was going to be useful for her new team, so she forced herself to go... After an hour of crying about how bad this outfit was on her.

Once her tears ran dry, she left the house and walked over to the training grounds. She did her best to avoid as many people as possible, taking back allies, shortcuts and even long passageways around heavily populated areas. When a person walked by her, she covered her stomach and avoided eye contact, hurriedly scurrying past them.

Thankfully for her, she had her beige jacket on and could use it if she wanted. Unfortunately, though, the jacket didn't have a zipper, so she couldn't cover her mark from view completely.

After another hour of avoiding people, she finally made it to the training ground. However, to her dismay, there were already people there. Three boys, to be exact. They were grouped together and talking with each other. Normally, Moeru would come very early to train because she knew that people would not be here at that time. However, since she wasted all of her time deciding whether or not to go out with this exposing attire, and then avoiding everyone who walked by her, she had missed her chance to train alone.

Should she still go in and train by herself? Or should she just go home? She didn't want to miss the chance to improve her skills, yet she was too afraid of what the boys would do if they saw her. In the end, unable to make up her mind, Moeru hid behind a tree and decided to wait for the boys to leave.

Kirito would continue to focus his steel chakra through his body and into his fist. It was around this moment he would hear someone approaching. It was a ninja who introduced himself as Azaylynn. It was interesting to say the least to meet someone like this, randomly. Nodding and offering a slight bow, "It is nice to meet you Azaylynn-san, I am Kirito Samejima." Listening to his new acquaintances other question he would be about to answer when he saw a familiar face. Bowing to Jin, he would nod to him, it would be good to train with more people. "Of course you can train with us! The more the merrier!"

It was then that Kirito would sense something, familiar. It was almost similar to what he felt when he met Chiyeko, but on an even stronger level. It was coming from behind some nearby trees. Dashing at his full speed to get near the girl before she had a chance to run away, he would seemingly appear next to her. "Hello there miss nine, I am Kirito! It is nice to meet you! Oh, and before you get the wrong idea.." He would raise his shirt to reveal his own seal that was inscribed on his well toned stomach, "I share your burden."

2/5

"Oh hi there I'm..." Azayllyn began but was interrupted when Kirito dashed off suddenly and with his focus on trying to keep the jutsu he was working on stable it took him a second to realize where he'd gone when he heard Kirito's voice reply to someone who was apparently hiding behind some nearby tree's but he couldn't see who it was from his vantage point. An animated tic would appear on his forehead in annoyance at the jutsu and with angry frustration he grunted loudly as he stabilized the electric disc and threw it at the sword he'd stuck in the ground. "The name's Azayllyn," he would finally reply very loudly so that anyone who'd decided to hide away nearby or even a bit more further off could hear him. Then in a more level voice he continued. "I'm always happy to train with others!" As he said that he'd flick his hand and in it would appear another disc like the one he'd been struggling to make just a moment ago. "'Sides. Imma pretty quick study ya know?" With a grin he hurled the new disc at the sword just as the last of the lightning from the last disc grounding. "And I have plenty of self-improvement left in me for the rest of the day." As he said this Azayllyn curled his fists remembering the frustration of his public and embarrassing failure from not to long ago. "Scratch that I have a LOT of self-improvment left to do in general!"  

Azayllyn remembered suddenly that he had someone waiting for him back home and he needed to hurry back to him. " Sorry to talk and jet but I have to get going!" Azayllyn would flash away as he hurried on his way back to his village. He rushed to the front gate and rushed off even further until he was less then a spot in the distance. He had hitched a ride with a villager coming here for the exams but he had already memorized his way between the villages and had a good deal of faith n his ability to navigate by himself. However after a runin with a few bandits he ended up dispatching he ended up finding a band of merchants who were traveling to Kumoin the first place and joining them as he traveled a safer yet slower way back to the village. He arrived back at the front gates of his home Kumogakure after only a few days of travel, as the merchants made various stops to sale their wares.

To say that he was surprised when it seemed he frightened the girl off was most definitely an understatement. With her sudden disappearance, Kirito would turn around to find the rest of his training company had cleared out as well. Well, he would use this opportunity to complete his training quickly without needing to worry about getting in anyone else's way. He would focus his steel chakra to his fist and would slowly create a long, thin blade of steel. It was around two feet in length before he willed it to stop growing. He would then dash forwards to a training post and swng the blade in a slashing motion across the post, then diagonally up to the right, then diagonally down to the left. He would continue this movement until he had cut it ten times.

Once he finished, he would will the sword to dissipate and it would heed his command. Looking at the post, it was littered with shallow cuts all across its face. He needed to improve not only the speed with which he initiated and preformed the attack, but also the destructive capability of the attack itself. He needed to pour more chakra into his attack, strengthening the muscles in his arms to give faster and stronger strikes per swing of the makeshift sword.

3/5

Holding his fist to the side, he would form a blade on the end as quickly as he could. It seemingly took only part of a second for the blade to form from the back of his fist. It moved as though it grew from his very arm. He gave it a couple of practice swings before channeling chakra into his arms. Rushing forwards, he would slash at a new post. The first cut sliced off the top of the post, and the following slashes cut the post shorter and shorter. It seemed he had accomplished what he had been aiming for, and that was something he was most definitely proud of. His white hair was matted with seat and grime from training the day away, and he was breathing hard from the brief, but exhausting exertion of energy.

He sat down for a moment to take in what he had been working on, he continued to practice forming the blade and dispelling it at a moments notice. His overall goal with this exercise was to make the creation process as quick and fluid as he possibly could. Make it a muscle memory, an instinct if you will. He had been working on it for around thirty minutes now and it took a bit less than half a second. But, he knew the distance he could cross and the damage he could do in that time and he didn't feel that confident in his own superiority to believe he was the only one that fast, so he kept working on it.

4/5

Kirito trained with this exercise for another two hours and after this time, his blade creation could happen in an instant. If one was slower than he was, it would appear that the blade manifested out of thin air. And his chakra strengthening happened pretty close to the same speed as that. It didn't take him long to realize just how much chakra he had been expending trying to get this technique to an acceptable level. He knew he needed to rest, eat, and regain some energy before he continued such extreme training.

He would head to the closest Ramen stand. He ate around ten bowls of Miso Ramen and five bowls of Shrimp and Pork each. It was most certainly one of his favorite foods, and he was most certainly one of their main customers since he had come to this village. He thought back to where he was months ago back in Shimogakure, he had improved by leaps and bounds since then and he seemed to only be improving. He wondered what new adventures yet awaited him. Almost on cue, he would find a letter with his name attatched to it. It was from Rei Hyuuga whom he had done a mission with and talked to on a few occassions. He was to meet her in the morgue, so off he went.

5/5 (Claiming Kiruken: Cutting tiger and 800 Exp)