Raimu's Training

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The sun was just rising. It was quite early in the day, and already, young Raimu was making moves on his own, aiming to better himself. It would seem he picked the perfect time and place to train without distraction. It was so early, that not even the missing ninja and bandits that usually roamed around the graveyard were there. This both pleased and annoyed him. On one hand, he would actually get some training done, on the other, there would be no fighting, and therefore it may be boring. He was dressed in a rather different manner. He wore a beige sleeveless shirt, which fit him rather loosely. He also wore black pants which were quite big on him as well, but, not big enough where they would fall off his waist or disrupt his training. His attire was quite comfortable for him, even his weights. Even though they were quite heavy together, he had grown accustomed to them, and while they restrict his movements by a lot, he has become able to manage with them over time and hopes to soon increase the amount of weight in order to train harder and in return, become even stronger than he has is.

Once Raimu began setting up his "training equipment" about an hour ago, he immediately wished he hadn't left without his father. After all, his father usually took care of preparing equipment and "motivating" Raimu to train. Once Raimu was done creating his equipment, he sighed. He immediately noticed the flaws in his net that his father's didn't usually have. However, they would work. He made three nets, each filled with rocks he found around the area. Two were equal in size, however one was much larger. Also, the larger one had two loose ropes which weren't tied to anything yet. That was the first one Raimu grabbed. He was going to be training his strength today, so he was going to do a little weight training. He lifted the large sack of rocks and put it on his back. He reached for the ropes and immediately, the sack fell to the ground. Since that method failed, he placed the sack on the ground and laid on top of it, his front facing upwards. While he laid on the sack, he grabbed the loose ropes and tied them diagonally across his body. He then rolled on to his stomach and crushed his self with the boulders for a brief moment however, he managed to get up on his feet with them. Once on his feet, he grabbed the other two sacks of rocks and he immediately felt uncomfortable. This was to be expected though.

The reason Raimu had chosen this place was because of the mountains. It was an ideal place to train not only strength, but speed as well. However, his focus wasn't speed, at least not today. He took a slow, deep breath, and then began. He held the two sacks of rocks in his hands up and away from his sides and began running up the mountain. At first, and for a while, he struggled with the rocks. It took him a while to get used to the additional weight, however, he gradually became capable of carrying them with a bit more ease than he had before. It didn't take long before he began to sweat, after all, he was running up mountains with three pretty large sized sacks of rocks and it didn't help that he didn't let his arms drop not even for a moment of rest. In his head, he began to realize that his body may be sore for the next few days, after all, he was getting a full body work out. His running helped his legs, and the rocks helped various places on his body as opposed to just his arms and back. Thanks to his previous training, he was able to run for quite a while before he started to become dizzy. Even when he became dizzy, he didn't stop running. His father always worked him until he passed out, and that's what he planned to do.

In fear of slowing down, Raimu sped up and pushed himself to and slightly past his limits. However, everything in front of him was beginning to become blurred. He couldn't tell if he was running up a mountain, or down one and the whole world was beginning to escape him. Even while running, he was fading in and out of consciousness and the only thing he felt was his heart pumping. He was no longer sure if he was still carrying the rocks in his hand, the only thing he was certain of, is that the sack on his back was still there, as each time his heart beat, which at this point was a lot, he felt the rope from the sack tighten a little. Eventually, he completely passed out, and luckily, he wasn't too high on any of the mountains. His fall wasn't very far and if it was, he didn't feel the pain, as he was already unconscious. Luckily, he didn't have anything valuable on him, so if someone should pass by, there was nothing he could be robbed of.

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[spoiler]Evasion

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Raimu was returning to the Mountain's Graveyard, for another session of training. He chose to train here often because not many people came here aside from thugs, bandits and other criminals and because of this, there wasn't many people that would interrupt him. He wore the same exact attire as he had the last time, when he trained his strength. The only thing different was that this time, he brought his father along with him. At first his father was reluctant to go, as lately, he hasn't been feeling to well. However, he hadn't gone the last time and was curious to see how far his son had progressed, after all, he wasn't always strong, in fact, since birth, Raimu had absolutely no talent, just a knack for picking things up, and it apparently served him well.

The two males had been quiet for quite a while now, and Raimu was beginning to grow tired of not only the silence, but the walking as well. He didn't even know what kind of training he was going to be doing today. When his father came along to assist in his training, Raimu didn't have to think of what he was training anymore. The problem was, he was both fast and physically strong, he didn't think he needed much more training. So he stopped and his whining began. He turned his head and looked up at his father. It was almost like looking in a mirror, except his father was slightly lighter in color. "Isn't this far enough already? We've been walking for hours." He dragged the last word out. It is true that they were walking for hours, but usually it only took about one or two hours to get to the site. The real reason they had been out so long is because Raimu kept requesting to stop at various stores while still in the village.

His father looked down at him and lifted his hand to rub his chin. At this point, he too had stopped walking and after a moment of him thinking passed, he dropped the bag on his back. Once the bag hit the ground, clinking sounds could be heard from it and Raimu's father got down on the ground, unzipped the bag and began removing them. The were numerous kunai in the bag and a few other unrecognizable machines. Raimu still wasn't sure what he was going to do and he began thinking what could possibly be done with those thing. However, he didn't have to think for long. As if reading his son's mind, Raimu's father spoke. "Your probably wondering what I am going to have you do today. Well, in case you didn't know, I am very proud of you, and the progress you've made in terms of getting stronger. But, despite your current strength, you are still lacking in several areas." He smiled at his son to show that he wasn't trying to insult him or put him down. "What you are going to be working on today is bettering your agility and reflexes, after all, what can't hit you, can't hurt you."

He began loading the machine with Kunai as he spoke to his son, and soon, they fell quiet again. One all the kunai except one was loaded into the machines, he set them up around the area and then returned his gaze to his son. Once more, the silence was broken. ”Now, stand in the middle.” Raimu did as he was instructed, and he knew what was going to happen now. His father went around to each of the machines and activated them. It seemed he set a timer on them to go off at a certain time, because each machine hesitated before firing out kunai. But, when they did begin to fire the kunai, they were fast, and even Raimu wasn’t confident he could avoid them.

The kunai approached him simultaneously, and it was obvious why a timer was set. However, he was lucky to pick up on the fact that some kunai were slightly slower and each were on different levels. He watched the kunai and waited for the perfect moment, if he was to jump to early or too late, it could have proven fatal. However, he jumped with near perfect timing, and being slim, he was able to bend and twist his body through the kunai where there was space. The machines kept firing and he was beginning to fall to the ground now, but before he hit, he put his hands out and pressed them on the ground, he used them to twist his body and push himself back into the air where he continued dodging through the kunai. For the most part, he did well. However, he was cut quite a few times, and his clothes wouldn’t be worn again. He continued dodging kunai for ten minutes and once the machines were out, his father lunged at him, kunai in hand. ”Don’t attack! Just dodge.” He listened and tried to avoid his father’s attacks at all costs. He knew that even if he were to be stabbed, his father would show no mercy, that was how it always was. They continued training hard just like that until dark and they were both exhausted. Eventually, they called it a day.

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