ooc: Using the Contract of my Choice card to find the Bear Contract
Wind Country... where the air is dry and the harsh desert expands for miles in all directions. Shiromaru had spent several years in this country at this point but not as an inhabitant. The boy spent nearly all of his time training his body in one of the harshest conditions known to man. Some people would choose a waterfall to sit under to hone their body, but today's challenge was a sandstorm. There was no shortage of sand in this vase desert expanse and Shiro had decided to plop himself down on the tallest dune he could see in the middle of nowhere. Eventually a sandstorm would show up as they were prone to do in this part of the world, all he had to do was wait.
And wait...
And wait...
And wait...
Why was it taking so long for a sandstorm to appear? Shiro was actually looking forward to seeing how much he could take, as masochistic as it is, he wanted to see how much he could endure before either leaving or dying. Not exactly the most intelligent way to gain strength, but so far it worked for the boy. He'd trained under waterfalls, he'd broken so many trees and rocks and other objects, he'd pushed his body to its limit and beyond to the point where he was no longer sure he was even human anymore. Just what else could he endure?
These were the thoughts that coursed through his mind as he continued to wait for a sandstorm to appear in the middle of a hot... hot desert. He carried no supplies other than a canteen of water and his everyday shinobi supplies that he could fit into his pouch. Shiromaru traveled light because if he needed to get anywhere, he was the self proclaimed fastest shinobi alive and would simply run to his destination. The boy had made the trek from fire country to wind country in little more than an hour once before, so making his way out of this desert by simply running in any given direction for any period of time would get him out of harms way should he will it.
But jeez did he choose the wrong day to wait for a sandstorm, it was freaking HOT out here. Sweat beaded from every pore of his body and would probably continue to do so until he was as dry as a raisin.
The things he did to train himself...
As he sat under the slowly shifting ray of the sun, Shiromaru would occasionally open his eyes to see just how much his shadow had moved. The passage of time was indeed slow and felt even slower every time he opened his eyes so he tried not to think about it, which was part of his training. To be able to clear your mind in the face of danger was key in combat and though the boy intended to do this among the shards of what would probably feel like glass inside of a raging sandstorm, what he was currently dealing with was the danger of heat exhaustion and likely skin cancer down the road. Problems for another day as he was still alive and would continue to sit here for several more hours.
Eventually night would fall and the extreme heat would turn into extreme cold. The moist sweat that dampened his clothing now acting as an enhancer to the freezing night air. Nothing was pleasant about this situation and Shiro continued to sit and meditate. Perhaps this was enough? Perhaps not? How long would he go before he gave up? At this point the boy was in a semi struggle with himself to simply leave on the grounds that he intended to go through a sandstorm as opposed to the desert heat and night's cold. But this was also a struggle so internally was he not still training?
These were the things the young man though about as he sat in the middle of a desert...
Wind Country... where the air is dry and the harsh desert expands for miles in all directions. Shiromaru had spent several years in this country at this point but not as an inhabitant. The boy spent nearly all of his time training his body in one of the harshest conditions known to man. Some people would choose a waterfall to sit under to hone their body, but today's challenge was a sandstorm. There was no shortage of sand in this vase desert expanse and Shiro had decided to plop himself down on the tallest dune he could see in the middle of nowhere. Eventually a sandstorm would show up as they were prone to do in this part of the world, all he had to do was wait.
And wait...
And wait...
And wait...
Why was it taking so long for a sandstorm to appear? Shiro was actually looking forward to seeing how much he could take, as masochistic as it is, he wanted to see how much he could endure before either leaving or dying. Not exactly the most intelligent way to gain strength, but so far it worked for the boy. He'd trained under waterfalls, he'd broken so many trees and rocks and other objects, he'd pushed his body to its limit and beyond to the point where he was no longer sure he was even human anymore. Just what else could he endure?
These were the thoughts that coursed through his mind as he continued to wait for a sandstorm to appear in the middle of a hot... hot desert. He carried no supplies other than a canteen of water and his everyday shinobi supplies that he could fit into his pouch. Shiromaru traveled light because if he needed to get anywhere, he was the self proclaimed fastest shinobi alive and would simply run to his destination. The boy had made the trek from fire country to wind country in little more than an hour once before, so making his way out of this desert by simply running in any given direction for any period of time would get him out of harms way should he will it.
But jeez did he choose the wrong day to wait for a sandstorm, it was freaking HOT out here. Sweat beaded from every pore of his body and would probably continue to do so until he was as dry as a raisin.
The things he did to train himself...
As he sat under the slowly shifting ray of the sun, Shiromaru would occasionally open his eyes to see just how much his shadow had moved. The passage of time was indeed slow and felt even slower every time he opened his eyes so he tried not to think about it, which was part of his training. To be able to clear your mind in the face of danger was key in combat and though the boy intended to do this among the shards of what would probably feel like glass inside of a raging sandstorm, what he was currently dealing with was the danger of heat exhaustion and likely skin cancer down the road. Problems for another day as he was still alive and would continue to sit here for several more hours.
Eventually night would fall and the extreme heat would turn into extreme cold. The moist sweat that dampened his clothing now acting as an enhancer to the freezing night air. Nothing was pleasant about this situation and Shiro continued to sit and meditate. Perhaps this was enough? Perhaps not? How long would he go before he gave up? At this point the boy was in a semi struggle with himself to simply leave on the grounds that he intended to go through a sandstorm as opposed to the desert heat and night's cold. But this was also a struggle so internally was he not still training?
These were the things the young man though about as he sat in the middle of a desert...
The night was high, and the stars were gleaming, saying hello to the world as they looked down on the sandy dunes of wind village. They wondered what adventures that the residents could procure, well, the ones that were awake still anyway. Like the one that was meditating in the cold, cold, dunes.