the second steps of toshio in the world

Toshio was a weird kid. A REALLY weird kid. He could jump topics faster than a grass hopper fleeing the so called “innocent” children who thought nothing of ending the lives of others so abruptly. It was sad how cruel some of these little kids were, some of them had graduated beyond bugs, the little ones anyway, and frogs and toads, on to larger things like squirrels, and small dogs. What concerned Toshio more though was the fact that the adults often only drew the line at their own pets and thought nothing of the other lives so painfully ended. He wished he could reverse it.

And thus, a desire to master the medical arts, bloomed within Toshio Sakamoto’s heart. The first thing he needed to do was peruse intently that first aid kit’s instructions, and carefully study the guide to basic medical skills he had borrowed from his village library. If he were to ever make it back, he would return the book, and how ever many “over due” fines he had accumulated in his absence. If he had to pay a lot that would be a good thing, since he would have survived long enough to get somewhere.

Some of the techniques he would not really be able to practice, unless he had actual wounds to contend with, or at least more advanced technology. For now though, he could at least do the simple stuff and simply analyze the more complex ones as much as possible so it would be easier when the time came to use them. There was one technique though that he could practice. Concentrating his chakra and making it as sensitive as possible, he sent the chakra through his own body, looking for defects that signaled illness or injury of some kind. There was nothing, save for a scratch on his back from when he had hidden against a tree earlier. Good. So he could use that technique at least.

Toshio switched gears, from learning stuff all on his own in rather mature topics, mature not being in a steamy adult kind of way, so much as the kind of mature that is not associated with those who have little experience with the world. Now he was going to learn a basic taijutsu move, the 1000 years of death. Cheesy, and its bark was much, much stronger than its bite. He did not even like the way it attacked, but it was definitely a start. He would just try to aim somewhere else, he truly did not understand why people aimed for THAT spot of all places. He hoped they washed their hands afterwards, he certainly would not do much, never mind eating, after shaking hands with anyone who knew taijutsu. He could not trust where their hands had been….

He did need to learn this introductory technique, immature as it was, as it would teach him to be able to move his muscles faster than normally possible, for limited amounts of time. Now, THAT was something our weird young hero could appreciate. He took a deep breath, and tensed his muscles. Springing forward, he extended both his fists, with the index finger being thrust upwards towards the sky. He could feel his arms were doing all the work though, the move, low ranked as it was, it required the use of his arms, legs and core. He tensed his muscles again, storing energy for a brief amount of time before springing forward and thrusting upwards with his two extended index fingers again. This time it was more successful, punching a hole in a falling leaf. He smiled. He was getting the hang of this stuff after all!
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