Standing in front of the wooden practice dummy, Masaru tried to calm his breathing. He was inspecting the marks and positions of the lodged shuriken, often times frowning slightly. Training every morning was now so common for him that it was as common as getting dressed or eating breakfast. The young boy had decided that ever since she had left he would try harder, after all there was no other way to meet her expectations when she came back if he just slacked off all the time.
It was still tough work though, and the boy was feeling it every morning when he got out of bed. His joints ached and his muscles screamed at him, but his determination didn't waver. Even now he was fighting the urge to grimace each time he put weight on his left foot, simply keeping his stoic expression and carrying on as if he hadn't slipped and twisted his ankle doing a move earlier.
It was just another average morning in Kumogakure for him. The morning fog had vanished long ago, and the sun was shining down on him mercilessly. Occasionally clouds would provide a brief moment of relief, but due to his attire and intensity of how he trained the heat was still getting to him. Masaru took a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, and wondered if he should discard it for the rest of his session.
No, it was just another thing to train for. Once he was a proper shinobi he would be sent on missions frequently, sometimes to places that weren't as hospitable, so something like this could be overcome as well. Masaru gave a small nod to confirm his decision, and took the shuriken out from the dummy before stepping back to practice again.
The dull thuds echoed through the training area as they collided with their target. Masaru was focusing fairly well now despite the pressure he put on himself, and it was only a matter of time until someone would notice him. Though, it was becoming obvious that his habit of focusing would be a problem, after all even if someone noticed him training it would take him entirely too long to notice anyone else.
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It was still tough work though, and the boy was feeling it every morning when he got out of bed. His joints ached and his muscles screamed at him, but his determination didn't waver. Even now he was fighting the urge to grimace each time he put weight on his left foot, simply keeping his stoic expression and carrying on as if he hadn't slipped and twisted his ankle doing a move earlier.
It was just another average morning in Kumogakure for him. The morning fog had vanished long ago, and the sun was shining down on him mercilessly. Occasionally clouds would provide a brief moment of relief, but due to his attire and intensity of how he trained the heat was still getting to him. Masaru took a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, and wondered if he should discard it for the rest of his session.
No, it was just another thing to train for. Once he was a proper shinobi he would be sent on missions frequently, sometimes to places that weren't as hospitable, so something like this could be overcome as well. Masaru gave a small nod to confirm his decision, and took the shuriken out from the dummy before stepping back to practice again.
The dull thuds echoed through the training area as they collided with their target. Masaru was focusing fairly well now despite the pressure he put on himself, and it was only a matter of time until someone would notice him. Though, it was becoming obvious that his habit of focusing would be a problem, after all even if someone noticed him training it would take him entirely too long to notice anyone else.
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