The Next Step [SC Training]

Age : 26 Posts : 183

The sun was beginning to set, and at the village gate, they were getting ready to close the great doors for the night. The last remaining people in the outskirts were crossing into the village walls. Three chunin shinobi were in charge of closing the gate and insuring everyone got inside. The three of them were working flawlessly, being their daily routine to be doing this. “All right, looks like everyone’s in, time to close the gate.” One of the chunin shouted out to the one above. With a quick nod, he pulled and removed the locks on each door. That allowed the other two to close the doors from below. As he was about to join his partners on the ground, young man’s ears picked up a small sound from outside the gate “Wait!...” He turned to the location of the sound and saw a young boy, years younger than him, dragging himself towards the gate. Focusing on the boy he noticed a trail of blood behind him. Without question, he shouted to his partners. “Stop! We got someone outside! He’s wounded!”

The two Chunin dropped what they were doing immediately and ran outside, while the one above ran for a medical nin. As they approached the boy they noticed the metal shinobi headband on his forehead. The two men ran to each side of the boy and swung his arms each over their shoulders. They could feel the tense muscles just completely give way. The relief the boy had made him pass out on the spot. The Konoha symbol was on the forehead, and at his age, he must’ve been a genin.

Earlier that day…

For the past few days, Makoto had been constantly running and moving from point A to B and back. This training was to work on his speed. His first day training his speed helped him realize the how on becoming faster, a stepping stone he could start his steps on. The concept was to think ahead of his actions. By doing so, his speed began to grow in standards. His mind was getting the hang of thinking ahead of his actions. This had him feel so confident in his new found skill. He decided he would bring it to the next level. Now that the door to speed was being opened, he could now open the door to another skill that would take his speed into practical use other than running, Reflex.

Makoto went into the forests just outside the village gates. At a decent enough distance as to not be bothered when his personal training went on. Before heading out he picked up a little extra equipment, extra wires, some small torches and some explosive pouches. He had decided upon setting himself a challenge, a test of agility with some moderate risks. He had set up the wires along one straight path, each one was ties to a small torch for, when pulled on, would be tipped over to set fire to the fabric of the explosive pouches. These explosions would come into Makoto’s desired path, and it would be his responsibility to avoid them.

After everything was set, and the small torches lit up, Makoto placed himself on one end of his set of traps. This was gonna be difficult to pull off. Even with some hesitation running in his mind, he was still determined to get this challenge done right. Hopefully he would get it right the first time, or else it would be a long walk home or no walk home at all. He loosened his limbs and paced his breathing. He shook off his anxiety and quickly after tensed up. His breathing pattern slowed down to a good pace. Once he was ready, he counted down in his head *three... Two… One…* “GO!” He sprinted forward without hesitation. As he ran the first wire was stepped on, the torch fell down and sparked up the pouch, making a large flame, Makoto noticed it through his peripherals and reacted as mannered. He leaped into the opposite direction of the flame and the pouch exploded, smoke and dirt flew into the air, luckily it was the only thing that struck Makoto. But he had made the traps a little more elaborate. In the direction he leaped towards, another pouch was about to blow under a low branch.

As his feet touched the ground, his feet separated while his knees kept close together. He dropped down and slipped his feet under his butt. With an arch of his back and the chakra concentrated on his shins, he slid as low as he could. The explosion caused some weak leaves and smaller branches to scatter. The “shrapnel” was angled high, flying right Over Makoto as he slid. Once he felt safe. His legs rotated to the left, and planted back onto the ground. His eyes shifted to another flash of light to his left. He broke the lock in his legs and sprung the opposite direction. Makoto’s speed was keeping himself ahead of the explosions. His right leg was a little lower than his left, which struck another wire. The wire had been tied to the torch in front of him. He did not stop his momentum. Instead, he took it into another jump. His speed flew him towards a branch, and swung himself behind a tree as soon as the pouch went off. Though the face directed to the explosion was ripped from some of his bark. Makoto was safe and sound.

A Deep sigh came from him. He moved out back into his opening. His heart was racing; excitement was running through his bones. That felt like a lot of fun. His eyes rose up to the sky and his fingers all wrapped together behind his head. That felt great, his training was really pulling off. It was both motivating and a relief. As he continued walking, he stepped on a wire that still had tension. His fingers went loose and his arms dropped, tilting his head in sync. His eyes caught the flame in front of him, as it was setting the pouch’s fabric on fire. Makoto crossed his arms in front of the pouch and face, and did what he could to make the blast less painful. He was then met, with a large flash that knocked him right out.

Age : 26 Posts : 183

The high pitched ringing in his ears dragged his consiousness back to his physical seld. It took him a little bit to remember why he was on the ground. His eyes opened up but he had a very difficult to initially see. His mental balance was way off, all he knew was that he was flat on the ground. His limbs began to move in confusion and finally found some ground to push himself up with. He was lost in the ringing. The realization of the truth slapped him in the face hard. The pouch he missed blew up in front of him, and have him his first ever experience of shellshock.

Makoto's lims pushed himself up as best as they could, the ringing in his head was making it very difficult to think for his body. Tha shaking and hesitation in his movements were clear. What he had just done was a mistake that almost killed him. It was a stupid and amateur mistake. Makoto pushed himseld up until he had one of his feet planted on the ground, while his other leg kneeled and his limbs still figuring out if he was properly balanced. This was not a joke, this was an after effect that could cause all kinds of trouble for him if he let himself get caught in such things like this in the future. As his senses came back to balance, he slowly pushed himself back onto his feet. With his senses, came back his sensations along his body. He was in a lot pain, especially along his left side. He looked down to see what was causing him so much pain. He then realized, the red blood that stained the shrapnel of wood lodged into his side.

His reaction was to apply pressure, thats what had told him to do at the academy. Pressure would stop the blood from flowing out of the veins. The blood was very dark than the classy pure red he had thought it would have. His muscles and gut tensed up and grew stiff, trying to keep the pain to a minimal. This wasn't good. Makoto had to get out of there, and back to the village as quick as possible. Without proper medical attention, he knew he wouldn't make the night. With his mind and senses now back to his control (thanks to realizing he was wounded.) Makoto rose onto his feet. He looked around and remembered the direction of the village with the help of the environment and the sun. He was going to begin a long walk home.

Every step was painful. His right side led him wile his left side struggled to keep up. This felt all to weird for a left handed person to experience. It was like he had to invert his controls in his mind. Makoto did his very best to walk on through the trees, even with the thickness of the forest was going to challenge him. This was really not good. He could see by how red the sky was that he was quickly running out of time. Chances of surviving grew smaller and smaller.

His own death had never really came to mind, even with all the training and combat he's already faced. The thoughts of him dying was a blow off, it seemed that cockiness was now nowhere to be found. If he died here tonight, it would've been pathetic. To be killed by his own stupidity, just sounded horrible to him. It was consequence he would have to live by, actually... Die by. The thoughts of his death dragged fear into his heart. He could feel the cold chills from the fear send goosebumps all over him, which caused even more pain. Suddenly, his mother came to mind.

What would happen to her if he died right there? She would be all by herself for the rest of her life. A burned woman who had lost both her husband and son. To live with the constant pain knowing she was all alone. The suffering would be too much for anyone to bear. No, this wasn't going to happen. Makoto was not going to leave this world and leave his mother alone. She needed him, and he needed her. These thought pushed Makoto to move faster. His will burned brightly in his heart. He was not going to die here, no way.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity. Makoto have grown over the pain the wooden shrapnel was giving him. He forced his mind to ignore the sensations coming from his side. It caused almost a numbing sensation all around it. Makoto pushed on through and finally was beginning to see the village gate. Ahead he could see a small group of people walking into the village gate. he mumbled to himself "J-Just a little, m-more." he pushed harder and harder to get to the gate.

His eyes locked on those doors. He was so close... His eyes found the shinobi amongst the small crowd. Where one was above the gate, unlocking the doors. The other two were down below, picking up the gear needed to close the gate. At this rate, Makoto would not make it to the gate. His lung filled until the pain in his side was too much to bear. With all the force he could muster. "Help!..." the shout caught the ears of the shinobi above. He could see from his silhouette he was looking at Makoto, the man above shouted to the others below. Who also seemed to turn into his direction. The two men sprinted without hesitation and came to Makoto's aid. A grand sigh of relief expelled the last of the air in his lungs. But this sensation didn't help him though, his muscles grew loose and he wanted to fall. His eyes grew heavy and his vision fazed out. the last he felt was the two shinobi holding tightly onto his wrists as they swung him onto their shoulders. After that he passed out. Later on he would be brought to the hospital , the piece of wood lodged in his side had not hit any important veins or organs. Though the damage was clear, Makoto was going to make a full recovery. But thanks to his will, he got back alive.

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