Something Akin to Training (Open)

[Jyuusan]

This was the only thing that made sense to him as he let his digits clench softly. He gripped gently the cool metal of the practice kunai's provided. Shurikan's slipped between his middle, index and ring fingers. With one hidden between thumb and the other fingers. Using this grip method he could throw them his own way. Bringing both arms towards his center, he flung them outwards sending the Kunai with a thud into the wooden target. The shuriken spun and whirled to their target before thunking against the wood around the target. Creating a small circle as he itched his head deciding to stop here for the moment. This didn't go anywhere and perhaps what was more it was confusing. Crossing his legs he decided to settle himself down now. What else could be done at this point aside from sitting and thinking? Jyuusan didn't know and the more he considered what was asked. The more he wondered about being made for something like this. What was the purpose brought before him by his creator? Had he known how to speak he would ask him why he was made? Did his creation have a defined purpose or was it simply to be some sort of weapon. The creator wasn't exactly clear as he was dying what the purpose was. It was a tangled web of strange ideas and perceptions created by Hojo. He didn't get time to consider and think about things, he sort of took guesses on what they wanted. He was able to get around to something akin to understanding their desires. He wanted to know his purpose or what his dream was. What was it that he a being not of the human life could do? Could he help someone or be of some use to another or perhaps make a difference. He began manipulating his chakra with his hands slowly. It was like a large current that seemed to flow inside of his core. It felt like it drifted along a river route slowly. Whatever the case for the moment he'd take what lessons he could from this place. Improve himself as a being and see what came of it.