Sweat dripped of the boy's face and soaked the ground. Silence surrounded him as he was engulfed in total darkness. The boy kept pushing and grinding.
899, he thought to himself.
He was nearly done, but the work out was, only getting started. Quickly completely finished with his task. The boy stood up. His physique was perfect, he was chiseled out of stone. Letting out a sigh, the boy continued with his workout. Jumping once with his feet out and his arms extended above his head, then quickly jumping again with his legs back together squared with shoulders, his hands now down at his said. This was nothing to him. While it did make him beyond physically fit, the boy also use this to fuel the flames of his passion. To be a shinobi, this was his choice, his way of life.
Sol Shira peered at the boy in the next room. His eyes hidden behind black shades that he permanently wore no matter the occasion. Something was different about the boy. Sol started to rub his chin, the boy has been exercising daily like this since he was two years old. He had started the boy on his curriculum himself. For it was the same thing that his father did to him. Everyday the same thing, now until he was accepted into he Ninja Academy. Sol watch inquisitively was the boy completed warm up exercise after exercise.
Yes, Sol surmised Something's definitely different today, it would seem that the current regiment has reached it expiration.
Buzz.....
The lights suddenly turned on. The boy stood facing a wall as four men entered the room armed with sharp kunais. Sol smiled this was this was the final test. The boy would no doubt quickly despatch his assailants, Sol quickly surmised that the boy needed a variable. He press the comm system connecting him directly to the boy's training room.
"No Jitsu or Genjutsu" Sol instructed "Begin"
At once one attacker springed into action, only to be smacked aside by the boy. The other three attackers gauged the boy more carefully now. The boy dropped down in a basic defending stance. Sol thought he detected a hint of a smile on the boy's face. Two attackers attacked in a tandem flawlessly. In a basic pattern. One went high while the other went low. As expected the boy countered flawlessly exposing each of the weak points in the attack. The last attacker threw his kunai at the boy trying to catch him off guard. Not only did the boy avoid the kunai he was able to catch it spinning it around with his index finger he launched it back at the attack with great speed. The attacker manage to barely dodge the kunai. That was his mistake. The boy took advantage of this by following the kunai with right hand and grabbing the attacker right hand with his left. Bringing the attacker's right hand being his head. The boy buckled attackers knees and pressed the kunai tip to the back of the attacker neck.
"Enough" Sol said.
The boy was ready, Sol could teach him no more without turning him into a machine. The Ninja Academy would be the boy's next test. Sol wanted the boy to have the life he never had. Some semblance of a childhood. Sol continued to watch as the boy let the attacker go. The attacker swore at the boy and exited the room. The boy waited and did the same. Sol hit the power button on the monitor. The boy had promise, that was enough.
Word Count 603
MFT
899, he thought to himself.
He was nearly done, but the work out was, only getting started. Quickly completely finished with his task. The boy stood up. His physique was perfect, he was chiseled out of stone. Letting out a sigh, the boy continued with his workout. Jumping once with his feet out and his arms extended above his head, then quickly jumping again with his legs back together squared with shoulders, his hands now down at his said. This was nothing to him. While it did make him beyond physically fit, the boy also use this to fuel the flames of his passion. To be a shinobi, this was his choice, his way of life.
Sol Shira peered at the boy in the next room. His eyes hidden behind black shades that he permanently wore no matter the occasion. Something was different about the boy. Sol started to rub his chin, the boy has been exercising daily like this since he was two years old. He had started the boy on his curriculum himself. For it was the same thing that his father did to him. Everyday the same thing, now until he was accepted into he Ninja Academy. Sol watch inquisitively was the boy completed warm up exercise after exercise.
Yes, Sol surmised Something's definitely different today, it would seem that the current regiment has reached it expiration.
Buzz.....
The lights suddenly turned on. The boy stood facing a wall as four men entered the room armed with sharp kunais. Sol smiled this was this was the final test. The boy would no doubt quickly despatch his assailants, Sol quickly surmised that the boy needed a variable. He press the comm system connecting him directly to the boy's training room.
"No Jitsu or Genjutsu" Sol instructed "Begin"
At once one attacker springed into action, only to be smacked aside by the boy. The other three attackers gauged the boy more carefully now. The boy dropped down in a basic defending stance. Sol thought he detected a hint of a smile on the boy's face. Two attackers attacked in a tandem flawlessly. In a basic pattern. One went high while the other went low. As expected the boy countered flawlessly exposing each of the weak points in the attack. The last attacker threw his kunai at the boy trying to catch him off guard. Not only did the boy avoid the kunai he was able to catch it spinning it around with his index finger he launched it back at the attack with great speed. The attacker manage to barely dodge the kunai. That was his mistake. The boy took advantage of this by following the kunai with right hand and grabbing the attacker right hand with his left. Bringing the attacker's right hand being his head. The boy buckled attackers knees and pressed the kunai tip to the back of the attacker neck.
"Enough" Sol said.
The boy was ready, Sol could teach him no more without turning him into a machine. The Ninja Academy would be the boy's next test. Sol wanted the boy to have the life he never had. Some semblance of a childhood. Sol continued to watch as the boy let the attacker go. The attacker swore at the boy and exited the room. The boy waited and did the same. Sol hit the power button on the monitor. The boy had promise, that was enough.
Word Count 603
MFT