The Yamanaka and the mist. [Open to mist ninja]

Light would descend through the mist that lingered within the air, eyes locked on to the figure upon the shore yet refused to move, they refused to make their presence felt. Leon Star was sat upon the beach, his legs crossed, his arms lifted in meditation. Due to the timeline the history books could not inform the male exactly how to utilize some of the techniques that he had read about, being a low rank ninja he was training in the art of taijutsu, his physical capabilities were not all that powerful, he wasn't superior in speed nor strength, his abilities were mind based thus he was learning techniques he could use to the best of his advantage, were his lack of strength was not going to be a disadvantage. These techniques that he intended on learning were known as Cheap shot and one thousand years of death. One of these techniques utilized a kunai which he had borrowed while the other revolved around sticking two fingers in to an opponents ass hole causing major pain and actually forcing the opponent a rather vast distance away.

Not the prettiest of ways, the other utilized a hidden kunai on the sole of the feet, with a kick most commonly aimed at the private area of the male or female the kunai pierces the privates. So how would one train, well he had brought a dummy. not really the best way as a moving target would be a better training partner, but the shinobi would make do with what he could. Standing up, the young male would begin to move, practicing the technique known as a thousand years of death, the movement the requirements to were the shinobi needs to move, eventually poking the small butt hole drawn on the dummy, he would move and try in different angles. seeing which felt right though to be perfectly honest he felt so stupid, he wasn't really sure if this technique would be helpful but he was confused, he had never learned a technique on his own.

When he felt like he had done all he could to learn the previously stated technique he would begin to attach the kunai using chakra, by doing this he was able of manipulating the placement of the kunai for optimal release as well as keeping said kunai connected to his feet to make his weak kicks somewhat deadly. He would practice the movement as well as trying to stick the kunai to his feet while he moved, trying different angles and different ways of striking, it felt a little less silly than the butt hole poking jutsu and again he practiced this until he felt as though he had at least done it enough to use in battle.

The ninja tailing him would snigger at the jutsu he was learning, probably techniques they too learned a long time ago, but what was the shinobi to do, he needed some form of power and right now he felt weaker than a little girl whose doll was beating her up. Sitting waiting the young shinobi was unsure on what to do now, he would simply stare out at the ocean.


cheap shot - 250
thousand years of death - 250
500 total
32 remaining.

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Character now complete.