Dawn to Dusk, Satoshi's training

[Hatsuharu]

Dawn to Dusk
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This thread chronicles the further training and adventures of Satoshi Yokai, shinobi of Kumogakure no sato, The Village Hidden in the Clouds.

[Hatsuharu]

Index of Training/Storyline



Chapter 1
Storyline: Graduation from Academy
Day 1- Meditation
[[part 1]][[part 2]]

[Hatsuharu]

Name: Satoshi Yokai
Age: 12
Rank: Genin
Height: 5"2
Weight: 100 lbs.
Gender: male
Hair Color: silvery blue
Eye Color: blue
Element: fire


History: Satoshi grew up an only child with a mother and father. At 7 his father was killed on a mission. His mother was devastated and moved him and her to another village, thinking that it would ease the memory. When her son wanted to be a ninja she felt resentment but grudgingly agreed, knowing that he would find a way anyway.

Description (Physical/Psychological):http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs17/300W/f/2007/154/1/f/Satoshi_by_Arya3087.jpg
Satoshi is pretty laid back and calm. He does take training and missions seriously, though sometimes it may look like he doesn't. He does have a temper but it takes alot to make him snap.
Main Strength: Satoshi is the strongest in close combat whether it be jutsu(close to medium range)or fist to fist, but he isn't good with throwing weapons or long distance jutsu.

Money:1,000

Equipment:
-blue stone with black swirls that hangs around his neck by a silver chain
-small black backpack
-a pocket knife

Jutsus:
- Bunshin no jutsu (Replication Technique)
- Henge no jutsu (Transformation Technique)
- Kawarimi no jutsu (Replacement Technique)

History:

Main Strength: Ninjutsu
Secondary Strength: Taijutsu

Missions:

Events:

Timezone: Central

[Hatsuharu]

Day 1- Part 1



The wind blew thick, dense clouds of fog through the dark forest, making the pines drip as the moisture attached itself on to the tall trees. The ground was coated with brown pine needles, with the occasional pine cone nestled among them. A lone figure stood in between two vast towers laden with green, dripping needles. The fog encompassed him, wrapping him in a thick blanket of swirling white. He stepped forward confidently, being at home here in this other worldly place. There was no sound, not even the boy's footfalls could be heard, on the account of the wet pine needles draping the ground. The city's sounds were, thankfully, blocked as well. The boy, known as Satoshi, made his way through the forest. His destination was close, he could almost feel it. The cool mist seemed to part as he came upon a crescent shaped clearing. The clearing had a semi circle of trees making up the edge of the forest, interrupted only by a dark gray slab of rock that reached, as Satoshi guessed, maybe 100 feet. He nodded in satisfaction. This would suit his needs perfectly. Fighting the urge to shout he stepped into the middle of the clearing and let his pack slide carefully off his back on to the, now damp grass. Now came decision time: What to do first? As he thought, he began to pace. Early on he had figured out that he could, some how, think better when he was pacing.

Satoshi: (Well, On the way here I saw all those genin running up trees. That seems a popular thing to do first. However, I think I want to try to be different, find my own way of things. I don't want to just do what everyone else is doing. Of course I'll have to learn that soon if I want to get a grasp on molding chakra. I think I'll start with something different first: meditation. I wonder, though, how does one go about meditating. Oh well, I guess I'm gonna have to wing it.)

With that being resolved, Satoshi slid to the ground, folding his legs criss-cross. He slid his eyes shut and waited for a few seconds. No revelation came to him, nor vision so he decided to focus on blocking out all sound. Now, as he opened his ears wide, it occurred to him that sound had reached to forest. The change was subtle but still noticeable. There was a woodpecker who was wearing out a tree, somewhere behind him and the sound of two birds, chirping. He focused on t he woodpecker first. Slowly he imagined it getting further and further away, the sound growing less and less until he could just see it in his mind. Then he let the image fade, as though it were drawn with chalk and it was raining, washing away the drawing. Satoshi was startled to find that he could no longer hear the woodpecker. Cautiously he popped one eye open and the trance was broken. Now the pop, pop, pop of the woodpecker's beak against the tree, reached his ears. He was excited by his newfound ability and repeated the same process until he heard nothing. Now he could focus on what really mattered. As he thought about the kids climbing the trees, something hit him. Chakra control! They needed to be able to control their chakra to let out a steady stream. Now, Satoshi had an idea, if the chakra from your feet would stick to the trees, why wouldn't the chakra from your hands stick to things too. He felt around and was delighted to find a hunk of rock about as large as his hand. Now he set this in front of him, with his eyes still closed. He began to draw his chakra into his hands. It tingled and pulsed when he had it there and with the left hand he picked up the rock and placed it into his right palm. Immediately it stuck. Slowly, he tilted his hand until his palm was facing the ground. The rock wiggled but held on.

[Hatsuharu]

Day 1- Part 2



Satoshi was amazed but he kept his eyes shut, he needed concentration above all else. The rock began to wiggle more and more. Satoshi could feel gravity pulling it back down, like a heavy blanket being draped over his hand. He was counting in his head slowly. Finally gravity won and the rock fell with a thunk.

Satoshi: (Ten seconds...not too bad for a start. I wanna get this down fast. Hmm....how can I make this better faster?)

Satoshi pondered this and as he sat in the quiet clearing. Well the clearing wasn't quiet, actually by this time it was practically buzzing with noise but Satoshi had blocked it all out. Finally he settled on drawing out chakra and holding it. He drew on his chakra and felt the strange pulsing feeling again. He cracked one eye open and saw his hand had, what he could only describe was, blue flames licking at his hand. He squeezed his eye shut again as the noise began to come back in waves. He washed it away and drew even more chakra there, just holding it most of the time. He moved the chakra around, getting a feel for the pulse and trying to direct it to precisely where he wanted it. It did not go as planned. Sometimes when he asked it to go to his feet, it would only go to one, or just stop at his knees. When it was directed towards his fingers, well it just flooded his hands. Finally he slowed down. He drew the tiniest bit that he could and slowly pushed it to his hand. Once it was there he focused on compressing it. This part was tricky, because no matter how much he squeezed, the chakra just seeped out in other directions. He finally got the idea to block it off. He imaged a wall closing it off from his arm.He felt a strange sensation and when he tried to draw it back up his arm, he was alarmed to find he could not. Then he made a chakra wall, cutting off half of his hand. Now he focused on his index finger, trying to draw the chakra there, to the tip of his finger. He just succeeded in pulling the chakra into the beginning of his finger, right where it attached to his hand when the chakra walls lifted and the chakra flooded back. He was breathing heavily, tired from concentrating on his finger so much. He let his hands fall into his lap and opened his eyes. The sunlight pierced through his eyes and he shaded them, surprised. It was morning, the sun shone brightly, the fog already dissipated. The noise hit him and he covered his ears, unused to being in so much noise. He stood, knees popping, and stretched a little before taking a quick jog around the glade. He lay down and stared at the brilliantly blue sky, thin wispy clouds floating past every now and then. He closed his eyes and studied the insides of his eyelids for a moment, following the intricate patterns of veins.