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Post by Kyoshi on Wed Dec 20, 2017 5:10 pm

Kyoshi should not have been taken by surprise by Aka’s loud outburst immediately after his teasing, but he was. The yell that came out of the blonde boy’s mouth caused the Sarutobi to flinch for a moment before regaining his composure. “If you’re going to join, pinky, then get in line, and don’t screw around like asshole over there!” he declared, pointing the shuriken at Tetsuji for a moment before stepping forward with his left foot, and sending yet another shuriken into the target. Then, to nobody’s surprise, he continued ranting and raving for a moment, and Kyoshi could not help but wonder if his classmate simply liked to talk more than anything else. “Who’s dumb now, asshole?!” He said, addressing Tetsuji. “If you want to talk big, then don’t miss your own turn because someone else showed up!” He quickly wheeled around to the newcomer as well as Akame. “Bed head! Pinky! I don’t care who, but one of you at least show that guy some manners and fucking nail the tar-“ but he was unable to finish this time as a teacher began to scold him for his language, threatening disqualification. Kyoshi had to stifle a chuckle in order to prevent any further animosity between them.

Next up was his friend and rival, Akame, who Kyoshi knew could hit the target no probably. He had already demonstrated as much, and the young Senju was quite a capable student, so Kyoshi figured that it was not just dumb luck. But the next few motions that Akame made caused Kyoshi to doubt his rival for a moment or two. As he stepped up to throw his shuriken at the target, he watched in horror as Akame seemed to trip over his own feet and stumble forward, and yet still throw his ninja tool! Kyoshi could not stop his mouth from falling open as one of the instructors, who the shuriken had nearly hit, called out in anger toward Akame, who responded with a sime ”I tripped.” It made no sense to Kyoshi. How could this talented young Senju who was supposed to be his rival so easily tripped up like that!? He was about to yell out to Akame and question him when he figured it out. As he dusted himself off and walked away from the throwing area, he heard Akame saying to the girl who had just arrived. Her name finally returned to him, Ayame; she was the reason Akame had missed like that. It was probably on purpose, considering how nervous the girl looked.

Regardless, Kyoshi chose to reserve judgement until he saw the girl make her throw. She stepped up to the throwing area, looking for nervous than anything. Kyoshi could not help but feel sorry for her. If she had any doubt about her abilities, she had certainly picked a bad group to join up with. The other’s were all good, practical members of their class, even if some of them slacked off during the written portions. On top of that, the constant ranting and raving from Aka certainly would not be a help. If it weren’t for what Kyoshi assumed to be Akame’s intentional misstep, she may have given up then and there. Even as she wound up to throw her kunai, Kyoshi could tell that she would probably miss. She was not standing properly at all, and as she let the kunai fly the young Sarutobi could not help but cringe. It flew wide, still hitting the target but not quite where it needed to be. Looking over to Ayame, he could not help but feel bad for her. Her shoulders were slumped, and she was avoiding eye contact with everyone. It was one of those strange situations where Kyoshi wanted to say something to encourage her, but felt like that might make it worse.

Even so, Kyoshi inched his way over to the girl as Tetsuji stepped up to throw. He made it over to her just as Tetsuji was throwing his shuriken and landing them closer to the bull’s eye than anyone before him. As he turned toward Aka, Kyoshi tapped Ayame on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry too much about that throw, ok? At least you hit the target; Akame almost hit a teacher!” He chuckled at that and as he stepped forward to take his place, seeing as it was his turn. He had a kunai in his right had and a shuriken in his left, and he figured that he night as well get the test over with. “I hope you guys don’t mind if I throw a couple in a row as well.” Without waiting for an answer, Kyoshi planted his feet and wasted no time letting the kunai fly. He found it much easier to throw than shuriken, and sure enough the weapon found purchase on the first rung of the target, leaving the young Sarutobi with one last change to hit the bull’s eye. Taking a moment to breathe deeply, Kyoshi moved the shuriken from his left hand to his right, pulled his arm back, and let the tool fly. This time it flew straight, landing within the first run, but to the right of it. Even so, Kyoshi was satisfied.

Turning around, Kyoshi smiled and strode back over to the line. “Looks like I passed the test! Now it’s time for you all to finish up. After all, I don’t want to be the only one out of us who gets to graduate this year!”

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Re: The Odds and Ends of Shuriken Training [Open to Academy Students Only]

Post by Aka on Sun Jan 28, 2018 4:24 pm

As the two newer arrivals took their turns, Aka felt his blood pressure rising. And rising. And rising. The boy who looked as if he had just woken up completely failed and stumbled, nearly hitting one of the teachers and just generally making a complete donkey out of himself. The new girl, meanwhile, just didn’t seem to have much proficiency around the weaponry – not as terrible as bed head, but, bad enough that Aka could feel the rising desire to shove the next kunai into his face to get over the humiliation he felt. And then the asshole stepped up to the plate. Or, rather, the bigger asshole. The one with an ego that could actually make Aka’s own pale in comparison – a feat not so easily achieved. And with an accuracy that was undeserved of such an arrogant prick, he got the best throw yet – two at once, both in the inner ring.

Aka’s eye physically twitched.

The next one to go, the red haired boy with the stretched chin and name that he couldn’t be bothered to learn, did alright – about as well as he had been throughout the session, making it within the first rung now like the edgy boy had. Grabbing a couple of shuriken and rolling his shoulders, Aka stepped up to plate, coughing to get the attention onto him from the previous throwers, picking up a couple shuriken from the box. “I guess we’re speeding this shit up. So, you want to rush your throws, go nuts. But, hey, let the bed headed kid and the pinky take their times, eh? They may want to get their aims sorted, like a certain someone wants to get their ego sorted…

Shooting a quick glare to Tetsuji, Aka span a shuriken on his finger before flinging it forwards, the blade hitting into the target with another satisfying thunk, directly into the second rung as it had before. Deciding that being calm was clearly not the way to go, Aka growled to himself, took a single step back, and then launched the second shuriken with an arc in his arm, aiming to attack the target as if he wanted to flat out murder it. Nicking his finger on the blades from his violent and mindless grip, a small drop of blood left with the shuriken, trailing through the air and landing harmlessly on the ground while the shuriken embedded itself within the first rung, close to the centre. Grinning, Aka shoved his hands in his pockets to hide his self inflicted wound, smirking and looking down at the others from his nose. “Well, there’s me done. But, I’ll stick around to watch you two try to redeem yourselves. No pressure, you know?

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Re: The Odds and Ends of Shuriken Training [Open to Academy Students Only]

Post by Akame on Mon Jan 29, 2018 11:07 pm

Whew, thankfully her throw wasn't as bad as Akame's own, meaning that hopefully in the eyes of his peers he at least saved her some embarrassment. Still though, even though he knew he was pretty average to mediocre in throwing ability when he tried, even he can see that as she threw it was in bad form. Throwing on one foot? She might as well have been throwing a ball, perhaps it would've flown better. Thankfully though it landed just outside of the third ring; still hitting the target at least.

It seemed Tetsuji was next one up, throwing his as skillfully as usual; the first one soaring towards the inside of the second ring while the second landed in the lower half of the first ring just below the bulls-eye. It was... impressive, and Akame made sure to try to absorb as much as Tetsuji's form as he could, considering how he could applying it like an artist would drawing from reference. "I'm not worried about missing my turn to someone else... I'd be more worried about keeping up than pointing out someone falling behind."

'Ouch..' Akame mused to himself as he listened to his friend's tongue lash out like a whip. If egos had a physical form, the egos of these two would be two sumo wrestlers fighting to push the other out of the ring. The cold personalities of both thickening the air, making it into something that a kunai could cut through and serve on a platter. Kyoshi also seemed to be taking advantage of this moment, talking to the new girl and reassuring her that at least she hit the target while Akame nearly hit a teacher. It seemed he was going to throw a kunai and a shuriken, keeping one in the right hand and the other separate in the left. He rhetorically made a comment about throwing multiple in a row as well while he as well let them fly. Akame made sure to watch his feet and how he positioned his body, observing as the weapons struck the target. The kunai hit it right on the first ring while the shuriken, after pulling his arm back, landed within the first ring, flying straight into the right side of it.

Akame couldn't help but feel impressed by the results of the second throw, and would even smile and nod in response to Kyoshi's happy gloat about finishing the test, mentioning how he doesn't want to be the only one out of them to graduate this year. Of course it was the angry one's turn. Akame watched as he grabbed a couple of shuriken before telling them to go nuts with their throws if they want, but to also let Akame and the girl take their time and get their aims sorted, just like how someone wants to get their ego sorted. Yup, that pretty much confirmed what Akame felt was immediate tension between Tetsuji and Aka, something that didn't quite feel like hate, but he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if a fight broke out then and there.

Still, pushing the unease to the side, Akame also made sure to take mental notes of Aka's own movements, watching as he just flung them before throwing and letting them fly towards the target, where the first had struck the second ring. The second came up after his more experienced peer took a step back, launching the second with an arc in them arm at this point, where the motion blur of a weapon flew and landed within the first ring. After that, it seemed his own ego began to shine up again. With the shoving of his hands into his pockets he seemingly began looking down on the rest of them, a grin etched into his face as he announced sticking around to watch them both try to redeem themselves.

No pressure.

Well, that was a huge lie if Akame had ever seen one. Still, lie or not he knew he would have to act that way so he actually doesn't end up screwing up terribly. His previously average results from before he would have to take into consideration as he grabbed his last kunai and a shuriken, thinking back on how his peers had moved, considering how to mend together a basic setup on how to improve his throw, and attempting to review what he had gotten wrong previously. He already struck that "mistake" from his mind. That was on purpose, so all it would do would just get in the way of his own thoughts. This was his time to reflect, not to redeem himself like what was believed.

Jodan no kamae; a basic knife-wielding stance used for Kunai. Generally the hand holding the knife is pointing straight up and it would be no different here now as Akame widened his stance, his kunai-wielding arm bending slightly while his left hand positioned itself so the hand was facing the target slightly to the right. He planned to follow the elbow, using it as the proxy line to aim down, though also using his hand to help him mentally control when to release it. He imagined how the others had done it, though his own form was slightly stiffer. He had to make up for it by loosening his grip a little bit, so that way when he threw his stiffness wouldn't cause it to just flew straight into the ground. It was then time to throw it.

He had it aimed, and he had it ready. Throwing the weapon not to differently than how the others had, the kunai would fly, and fly it did directly towards the target; a vast improvement over nearly hitting a teacher. To his surprise it landed just within the first ring, hitting it dead-on, where it laid just underneath the bulls-eye.

Akame practically laughed in happiness, though he just barely contained his self-joy as he loosened himself up, instead just bringing his right hand backwards with his thumb and his first finger, right on the second knuckle. Immediately he would move his arm in an arc, vaguely imitating what he had just watched, though as it flew it curved to the left, almost hitting inside the second ring, though implanting itself just outside of it.

"Ah, a fluke." His self-muttering being accompanied by his pulling out the final throwing tool; tossing the shuriken in a similar manner at the target, where it implanted itself directly on the second ring. He was satisfied with this; fluke and mistake and all. He was satisfied with his ability to learn more about throwing weapons through observing others and through actually being able to watch the others. Letting out a sight of relief, he returned to the others, where he looked over to the girl. "It's your turn!" He would say with more of a hint of enthusiasm in his voice as he sat himself onto the ground, allowing himself to stay and watch her throw as well. If he still hadn't moved himself, then Aka should be closer by him than before he threw the tools. "Oh gee, I hope I redeemed myself from my huge slip-up." He would say out loud. He was definitely pushing his luck, searching for some sort of praise, but he couldn't resist himself.

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Re: The Odds and Ends of Shuriken Training [Open to Academy Students Only]

Post by Ayame on Thu Feb 01, 2018 8:15 pm

Shrinking back after she failed miserably, Ayame received mixed reactions which..... was less than ideal, she had been hoping that everyone would just let her slink away and she'd go unnoticed, as if her throw had never happened. One, the black haired boy who was throwing quiet well and seemed to have an air of cool calculation, did just that. Kyoshi's reaction wasn't unwelcome however, he simply did his best to comfort the girl and her throw. It was a nice gesture, but she wish he'd just drop it. She'd at least be responsive to his attempts to comfort her, but it wouldn't anything more than a small nod and a small "Thanks"

Aka's response on the other hand was much more of what she expected to get. She could almost feel the utter disgust emitting from the spiky haired ball of misguided anger, and utter ego. The near perfect throw from the three boys didn't really help the situation much at all. They were clearly much better at weaponry than the girl was, that much was clear. Hell even by Akame's throw it was clear that his towards the teacher was almost certainly an attempt to ease her into the group. A near bullseye, and then a shot outside of the third ring. Was it to make sure he didn't look too good? Was he really that skilled at throwing kunai that he could just chose to do terribly? Ayame was slowly beginning to believe that this wasn't the case of 4 boys who were simply exceptional in their craft, but more that she was just incredibly bad. She felt she had to preform in her next throw, and this pressure would further be compounded by Aka's comment that she would need to prove herself and redeem herself in her next throw.

Ayame would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous stepping up to the plate. She knew she needed to preform her. To not make the others look bad, and on top of that, they had all thrown two kunai, she'd need to as well. There wasn't any compromise in this, it was now or never. Ayame put a kunai in each hand, and narrowed her eyes at the target. She threw both of her kunai at the target, her form actually looking much better than before, as she had done her best to watch everyone else throw and learn from their success. However it wasn't enough. The nervousness got to her, and there was two kunai in the two tress directly behind the target, One in each.

Ayame's face turned white and she felt like she wanted to cry... No wait, definitely was goi- Ayame was crying. She was doing her best to contain herself but she was noticeably crying. This only made her feel worse, and she hated people seeing her cry, so before she even knew what she was doing Ayame ran. She ran straight into the academy building, and into a small broom closest. It was there she would finish up crying, which wouldn't take long, it wasn't the worst experience she'd ever had, but it was still painful. After she'd finish wiping away her tears, Ayame would peak out of the broom closet to make sure no one was around, before she'd walk herself out of the closet, and out of the academy, avoiding any line of sight with the training grounds as she headed home. She knew she'd get yelled at by one of the instructors when she came to school the next day, but that was better than going through the rest of the school-day with tear-stains on her cheek, she she was fine with it.


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Re: The Odds and Ends of Shuriken Training [Open to Academy Students Only]

Post by Tetsuji on Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:11 pm

Everyone in their group seemed so... eager? As soon as Tetsuji finished his throw, the next one was up and throwing his weapons before he even really received an answer to his question. It was like they were all pushing to be the first ones done and at the same time, to be better than everyone else. Well, try to be better at the very least. Tetsuji already knew that he was the best of them, especially the spiky-haired anger child that was Aka. He wanted to make that much known for sure, it was in his blood to make his superiority known.

Though, now that Aka was taking his turn again and ranting on as he always seemed to do, Tetsuji crossed his arms and stood still as he waited. Aka's own direct jab as he turned to look at Tetsuji would be met with a blank look as the Uchiha waited for him to do anything of note besides cause a scene and get yelled at by their sensei. He watched the first one fly and land about as well as his first throw, and a much more intense second throw land a bit better off than that. It left the final of the two to continue on their turn as the pressure shifted completely on to them.

Akame took his own turn in stride and landed all three of his weapons on to the board before turning back to retort at Aka with a sarcastic response that would get Tetsuji to smirk. He seemed to be well enough able to keep up with the group in some sense and didn't mind the rather intense back and forth that they all had. But the pink-haired girl was different, even as she nervously stepped up to take her throws, she felt off from the rest of them, out of place and her own demeanor further pushed that feeling along.

Even as she stepped up to the plate and took both weapons in hand, her form improved just a bit as she let the kunai fly from her hands, throwing them both at once towards the target and both of them planting off in trees just behind the target. The quick devolution from there seemed to build on itself and before Tetsuji even really registered what happened, she was running off and crying with it. Instant shame crept its way up from the back of his mind, feeling bad for the general way he didn't react in the slightest. Even as she missed again, he held a straight face but the calls of their sensei and the turning of attention wouldn't matter and he'd wonder if he had any blame in it. If he and Aka's own back and forth had put too much pressure on or if his own actions about ignoring her failure had left her feeling worse off.

Still, after the moment had passed, Tetsuji would step up and grab two more kunai into his hand. His right hand raised and without much acknowledgment or motion to the group, he decided to press the awkward feeling that stuck around them. He raised his hand and flicked both kunai towards the target at the same time, indiscriminately watching as they plunked into the wood material and once he'd confirmed they were within the rings, he'd quietly step back and away.

His hands would reach down to his pockets and his head would fall a bit, a singular, "I'm done..." would ring out to the rest of the group as he stepped further away and left the arena for them to finish their own test with.


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Re: The Odds and Ends of Shuriken Training [Open to Academy Students Only]

Post by Kyoshi on Wed Feb 07, 2018 7:39 am

Kyoshi continued to watch as Aka stepped up to finish of his test. Quite honestly, Kyoshi would be happy if the boy just finished up and moved on, leaving the rest of them alone. He had already hurt the feelings of Ayame, which Kyoshi would tell by the reserved way she was carrying herself and barely even responding to him. Her quiet thanks were enough though. He just hoped she wouldn’t give up completely. As he was thinking on this, he turned back to Aka so that he could see how well his throws would go. As was to be expected by the egotistical, but talented kid, his two throws struck true, and he was lso done the test. The grin on his face was an annoying one, but Kyoshi could not say anything to stop him. After all, he had passed the test and the other two…well they had not.

It was Akame’s turn next, and Kyoshi was pretty impressed when he saw his fellow classmate shift into an actual kunai wielding stance, his kunai high in the air and his feel planted and widened apart. There was a moment of silence as he prepared for his throw, and then, the kunai was flying through the air. In fact, it flew straighter than anyone could have anticipated. The ninja tool was like an arrow as it moved forward and embedded itself just below the bull’s eye! Kyoshi clapped for him, but the feeling was short lived as the boy followed up with a quick throw that was off target. Kyoshi almost cringed, but since Ayame was still close by he did not want her to get the wrong idea. Besides, shortly after, Akame was able to follow up with a shuriken that landed true, marking his completion of the test. Passing the stage off to Ayame, Akame made a snarky comment to Aka about improving, which got a small chuckle out of Kyoshi. “You certainly did redeem yourself Akame. That first throw was amazing!”

Then it was Ayame’s turn. Kyoshi was probably almost as nervous as she was, as she stepped up to the throwing area with a kunai in each hand. It looked like she was going to try throwing trice as well, just so that she could try to keep up with the boys all around her. It was a choice that Kyoshi was nto sure about, but It wasn’t his call of course. The throws came, and went, and with them, a wave of disappointment swept over Kyoshi. They had both missed, striking the trees behind the target rather than being anywhere close to where they needed to be. His eyes darted to the pink haired girl to see her reaction, and his fears were realized. Her face had gone so white she might as well have been a ghost, and Kyoshi could see the tears beginning to roll down her face already. Oh no… was all he could think as she turned and bolted into the Academy Building, with shouts of teachers calling after her. “Ayame…” Kysohi called out to her, but he knew it was no use. She was gone for now.

Kysohi didn’t even notice Tetsuji’s last throws but saw his walk past as he left the area, assuming he had completed the test. Shaking his head, he began to walk toward the closest teacher to get his results in so that he could go home. Even though he was able to show off his skill today, it didn’t feel like much of a victory. Maybe if he had been less focused on himself, eh could have helped Ayame out. “See ya later Akame,” was all the young Sarutobi said as he left the field.

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Post by Aka on Sun Feb 11, 2018 1:32 pm

As he finished his throw and stepped back, Aka watched the one that looked like he’d just got out of bed step up to plate. To Aka’s surprise, however, the throw wasn’t completely useless – in fact, it was a legitimate throw of shurikenjutsu, better than both Aka and Tetsuji the edge lord had done. From his three throws done, the boy with most likely sleep issues or just perpetual bed head, moved to wait near Aka, muttering beneath his breath in what sounded like a truly sarcastic take on saying his throwing had improved. The use of gee especially made Aka roll his eyes and feel as if his very soul was about to up and leave in pain. If assholes like himself had pain, that is. Instead, though, Aka just found himself muttering himself, the word “idiot” leaving his lips beneath his breath, completely ignoring and blanking what the long chin faced individual had said to bolster the boys ego.

The next one up, was the pink haired girl. Pinky. She seemed small, timid, and completely unsure of herself. Her lack of confidence was evident. If Aka had to guess, she wasn’t going to be the most expert of throwers, and instead, he just felt the sheer terror of pressure as she stepped to the plate, took her form, moved her arms, threw the shuriken, and missed the target entirely. The awkward pause left him waiting, watching with a cocked eyebrow for her reaction to her failing the practice practical. When the vocalised and visualised waterworks began, Aka could only watch with a complete lack of empathy. Of course, because of how he was as a person, and his lack of human connection to his peers, there were no words when she took off running, water flowing from her eyes. Instead, he just watched, continuing to lean against a box.

Then, as the moment passed, asshole mcgee stepped up to the plate once more, taking two more of the throwing projectile weapons, and launching them at the target, seeming to judge his own work through the rather jerk-like eyes before stating like an asshole that he was done. If one could not tell, Aka did not think highly of the guy, watching with a slight glare as he walked off and away. Clearly the guy with red hair felt similarly to Aka at not caring about the egotistical edge lord, ignoring his self centred display and walking off to confirm his results with a nearby teacher.

As he too left the area and it was just Aka and sleepy, the blonde little shit decided he’d had enough, hopping off from his leaning position and walking over to the location at which the sensei that told him off was, a swagger and saunter in his step, each one seeming to hold his weight behind it, planting firmly in the dirt. As he got there, he smirked, stating his results to a teacher that clearly doubted him, only for him to gesture, and reference the group of students that was with him, not mentioning their names and just describing what they looked like, the boy was done. With a bored yawn, he turned, waving the teacher away as if he were beneath Aka’s interest, before swaggering off and sauntering off back home, to where his mothers were likely waiting to hear how his day had gone. Or, well, one of them. The other would probably nag at him for not getting top scores, or give him bad news like a lack of curry. He really hoped there would be some curry.

Of course, as he walked away, the boy turned, red, almost shrunken, pupils looking behind him at where the training had been with an almost dejected and angry expression. Shaking his head, he turned forwards, and began the trek to the Itazura clan compound, cracking his knuckles and whistling away. The people that he had been with for that session entered his mind though. The one with the black hair, superiority complex, attitude, and the skills to match his stupid ego – not perfect, but believing he was. The one that seemed gung ho and carefree, enjoying the event while having fun. There was also one more that was clearly in favour of the event, and seemed to just be goofing off, and messing around, clearly possessing some modicum of technique, but seeming just to see the whole thing as a joke from Aka’s perspective. And lastly, the girl that ran off crying. What was her problem? Was she even strong enough to become a shinobi? Was she interested in becoming a shinobi? To Aka, it was a mystery, one of which he only mildly cared about. What mostly surprised him about the whole thing was how someone could seem to have so little determination as to run away the instant she failed. To Aka, failure was something to be ashamed of, but to take in stride. If he cared about things like pity, perhaps he would have pitied her from pressure. But, no, instead, all he felt was frustration at having to witness someone with such little backbone. If someone like that were to become a shinobi, well… To Aka, that wasn’t something he could picture happening.

So, with that thought out of the way and done with, he moved on, and continued on his way home, hoping for curry. The walk was rather inconsequential, and when he got home, he was met with the mother that did not give birth to him, smiling at him and moving to give him a hug before he got to the door. He didn’t move away, yet neither, did he hug back. As she let go and the two went inside, he waited for the door to shut before hugging his mother back, a smile rarely seen outside of the house walls on his face. Still, after that exchange, he went off to the garden, where he would often train with his birth mother. There, taking several stones from the ground, he practiced the motions of shuriken throwing of which he had done today, concentrating deeply on the feeling of failure he felt at having not been the highest scorer. This boy was determined to become the top of the world in terms of pure skill and strength. So, how was he outdone by some goof and an edgy guy. One too cool for training, the other too dumb. How was he surpassed in the test by them?!

Bouncing stones off the trunk of the tree, he continued the motion until he ran out of nearby stones, going over to the tree, collecting them from the base, and continuing the process over again. He tried all the throwing techniques he could think of, each giving different results. An over armed throw that held more power, yet also held less accuracy. A skip, which seemed to travel further after bouncing, yet wasn’t as fast, nor the most accurate. An under armed throw, which while it was perfectly spot on, held no power or speed. A traditional shuriken throw. The variety of techniques he tried was relentless, and the boy kept going until just from the act of such a menial task he found himself sweating from exhaustion. Time seemed to pass, from day to night, and as the sun set, he went inside. Finally, at the dinner table with his mothers, he smiled, setting himself down and enjoying a nice family meal of home made curry, which was easily the boy's favourite thing to enjoy eating.

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Re: The Odds and Ends of Shuriken Training [Open to Academy Students Only]

Post by Akame on Tue Feb 13, 2018 12:01 am

It seemed Aka had decided to ignore Akame, holding no words of “good job” or even a backhanded in comment that could possibly bring down his self-esteem. It was strange, as at first the boy was beginning to think he was a bully; someone he would play off as another peer like the others at first, but then socially cut all ties afterwards. He had seen a trait not common among other people that have his sort of personality based off this first impression; restraint. Honestly, he didn’t exactly know how to take it, nearly stunning him to complete silence rather than pushing on like some annoying little kid, to allow the tension and pressure to reach him again, though this time he wasn’t exactly sure if he could take it fully. Thankfully however Kyoshi seemed to come to the rescue with his easy-going chuckle, telling Akame about his redeeming himself and mentioning how the first throw was amazing! Of course the young Senju would take what he can get, and that includes taking credit for such an obvious accident. Double the points that it came from his best and possibly only friend on top of that.

However good things have to come to an end, and what better way to end on a particularly sour note than to have a certain beyond nervous pink-haired girl step up to the plate. She had grabbed both weapons this time, though Akame wasn’t as stupid as he was perhaps acting during this session. He knew that if you did bad with something just before you shouldn’t push towards trying out more complicated means next. This had disaster painted all over it, and he can feel the pity clawing at him like a ravenous tiger as she was preparing herself. The pressure was beginning to return, the river of flowing tension carrying them off to a new land of pity and disappointment as she began to let both weapons fly. She was far too nervous to calm down and observe how the others threw, or how they even stood, for that matter. There wasn’t a chance that, with the way she remained as clearly out of sync as she did entering that this would end well, and if it did then the young Senju would have competition in the luck department.

Both would hit the trees behind the target. It seemed that despite having good form, despite trying to make it fully, she was over-ambitious, and as a result her trying to reach the sky left her falling into the ocean, her wings melted by the sun. Akame also observed, he also improved, but he also took his time and tested the waters, and never would have consider throwing both as the same time. That was too advanced for him, and he could almost shudder to think that if he didn’t have a semblance of control over himself that it would have been him up there crashing and burning that badly. The word “failure” echoed loudly in his mind, a term he never wished to be associated with. To fail is to lose, to lose is to be behind, to be behind is to not reach your goals. He had a goal to reach, and he couldn’t imagine being in her shoes, feeling the crushing wait of what would be a black hole where her self esteem used to be. He didn’t feel much pity after the throws, but instead relied as he was thankful it wasn’t him that was the one crashing and burning.

The girl was crying now. Yup, she definitely can’t handle failure, just like him. Frankly, he would feel bad for her in literally any other situation, but the further she broke down the more thankful he was that at least it wasn’t him. He can go ahead and check on her later if course, but for now it seemed he would keep a blank look upon his face, just watching this girl that had just joined them in throwing bawl her eyes out. Before he knew it she was already off, taking her F with a marathon it seemed, chased by yelling instructors as she disappeared from the area, leaving the 4 boys behind. Whatever hint of a lively atmosphere was lingering among the tension was now dashed. Actually, for Akame at least, he didn’t even feel the tense atmosphere anymore, but instead a sense of emptiness triggered after his friends’ weak call for Ayame. That emptiness was somehow more uncomfortable for him, but at least he can fully handle it.

For a moment, the boy felt a slither or hate for himself as a single thought went through his mind. ‘Less competition for me.’ Before he could reflect on it though Tetsuji stepped up and grabbed two kunai, flicking both towards the target, where the trees were safe thanks to the accuracy of the once-cocky Uchiha, as both weapons struck it; a gesture that almost screamed at Ayame’s precious, calling it weak. On his way back however his head fell a little and he would announce that he’s done, leaving the three of them left as he seemingly walked off, this ending experience clearly affecting everyone a lot more than the young Senju has thought. Who would have guessed a girl that had just joined would have already torn them apart? Frankly, while her throwing skills seems to be even less than his own, she definitely has a skill in tugging heartstrings that even Kage couldn’t compare to.

Yet another heartstring was successfully tugged as Kyoshi was next one up to leave, telling Akame that he’ll see him later before leaving the field with but the two boys seemingly least affected by this. The Young Senju had looked at the others previously during Ayame’s crying, but it seemed that he and Aka were truly the only two not outwardly affected by it. Was his observation of what seemed like encouragement earlier wrong? Surely they couldn’t be thinking the same way, so was it possible that he was still just another bully that just so happens to know Kyoshi? Akame still wasn’t sure how he felt on the other boy that once had barked a lot. It was still a blank space for him. Tetsuji was a friend just enough by the young Senju’s standards; which honestly even a stray dog could reach since he didn’t exactly have friends before then. Kyoshi was a clear best friend and rival; a fact supported by how well they clicked together during their training before and also by their own blood. Ayame was also a blank space, but one that began pushing slightly negatively on the young Senju. He was sure she meant well, and hoped she would make it, but overall the wasn’t sure of how he felt towards her other than his trying to resist not wondering why she was even becoming a Shinobi in the first place. She was someone he would definitely have to talk to later and pick at her head. Aka however was completely neutral, someone that started negatively, but showed both encouragement and restraint that completely contradicted Akame’s assumption, so he would have to also join Ayame in getting the boy’s interest.

Nonetheless Akame couldn’t catch the chance to ask anything at all, as Aka already left his previous position without a single word said, leaving Akame by himself with a blank look and nothing to say at all in regards to his current situation. Was it truly his destiny to also end up being the last one in the end? Was this a sign that, as all the others break apart, he’s the one stuck in the past? He hoped not. He hoped that, like he was doing right now, he could just stand up, dust himself off, and begin to leave. “Well, this ended up sucking.” He would comment as he just merely watched the group fall apart at the hands of a couple drops of salty liquids and the sight of a girl running. The three more talented students and lonely one that was aiming to join them all taken down with ease at the hands of a new girl. Frankly, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. He reported the results of his training, and would then embark on his next quest; going home and eating some late lunch.

Wc 1434

Wc 5642

Learned Wood Style
1500/1500 wc, stats at 100+, chakra at 140+50=90

4142 remaining

Trained Ninjutsu to Proficient, Senju spec discount of 10%

3600/3600

542 remaining

520/40 = 13 points into chakra, making it 153

22 remaining

This thread is finally [CLOSED] imma go eat something irl. byo.
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