Sitting cross-legged in a somewhat oversized arena sat a seventeen year old boy, clad in a uniform of all black that contrasted deeply with the lightish brown of his hair. His hands cupped in one another with eyes closed as if in some sort of deep trance, he meditated until he could become one with his surroundings. Around him lie a 50 foot expanse of stone riddled with boulders in large quantity as if the room had been made for him. Up towards the dome he temporarily claimed as a roof was another 75 foot space between himself and the ground he currently sat on. Once the entirety of his surroundings were summed up and he was certain that he was at peace within himself, he stood straight up and without opening his eyes, produced a string of handseals that served as a blur to the untrained eye, just as he slowly opened his now green eyes, initiating the ability of his clan and also the start of what was to become a wild training session.

Word Count ~ 169

Snapping his head to his right just as he commenced the ending of his carefully placed handseals, Syn sank deep into the earth, speeding into the direction of the nearest wall. About 25 feet up was a carefully placed platform and in intervals of an approximate 6 feet were small, basketball-shaped stones suspended in air by chains hanging from the ceiling that stood 100 ft above the ground. Once to the wall, Synyster came back to the surface and then immediately sped up the large expanse towards the platform, with carefully placed chakra on his feet allowing him to stay on without falling straight back into the stony ground that lay below. Once to the platform, he unsheathed the blade he had kept in his right hip and flung it towards the metal chains enabling the suspension of the stone spheres.

Before the sword could even make contact however, he sank deep into the ground again and swam deep through the cold earth towards the floor, coming up exactly where had had been standing beforehand. He looked up as around 3 of the balls were already descending towards him and his sword made contact with the hanging chains. Fourth.. Fifth.. Sixth. The snapping of chains became ever more present until his sword lost momentum and came down into the ground below, point first. All of the chains had been broken and as they made their way towards him, veins imprinted themselves along the edges of his eyes much like the Byakugan when it was activated. With his sudden change in appearance came and increased maneuverability as everything he perceived slowed down by 10% and his reaction timing increased.

Stone spheres rained down upon Syn as he then got into a stance and focusing intently raised his right fist as the first sphere came within range, knocked it into the opposing wall. He then sprang up lightly and in a sideways flip, grabbed the second ball, launching it into the same wall while kicking the third into the opposite direction. With perfect form he began to quickly dispense of his falling objects, kneeing and elbowing them in opposite directions until he came to the tenth and kicking off of the wall opposite of the first one he had climbed performed a swift, but powerful guillotine kick to the object, propelling it toward the ground and shattering upon impact. Syn landed gracefully as he thus prepared another sequence to his training regimen.

Word Count ~ 567
Chakra Pool: 290/310

Spoiler:

With his telescopic setting in place, Syn slowly scanned around the large expanse of a room that served to be his training grounds for the day. Quickly, however, he was lost in yet another one of his daily reveries; an all too often occurrence lately for the 17 year old. He seemed to be always lost in thought lately whenever he did anything, even the simplest of tasks and always when he was in a relaxed state. When lying in bed he’d reminisce. When watching the stars, as cliché as it sounds, he’d reminisce. And even now while training he was exhibiting of one of his all too many habits, reminiscing. He knew he was too young to be so stuck in the past where his future lay ahead of him and he had so much yet to see, but he just could never shake those past memories for they were so ingrained upon his mind and visage that it was all he saw on a regular basis, but now was not the time. As quick King Cobra strike he snapped out of one of his many daydreams found what he’s been looking for.

Within his immediate line of sight was a circle with the diameter of about 10 feet surrounded by a massive array of boulders, all the same height and width with the circumference of about 5 meters. Yes, these babies were massive and that was exactly what Syn had wished for and the perfect size to set his real training into motion. What he had performed earlier was simply a warm-up exercise to sharpen, train, and keep his reflexes from dulling. What he actually had in mind was a red hot training session of his own devising. He wasn’t going to stop until he dropped and that was by far the truth.

Recalling back about a day, Syn had been fishing through his clan library, the very same one that his parents had left behind before they died and stopped teaching the ways of his clan. From then on, Syn had been self-taught and self-trained and today would prove to be no different. With that in mind he fished around through old scrolls until he came across a technique that he found of great interest. Reading it thoroughly he had felt that when he could grasp the concept more efficiently he would immediately train it in succession with another one of his jutsu of his own creation that he found would move great in conjunction with each other. Always thinking of new ways to better himself and make his techniques more of an extension of his own being and battle prowess, Syn decided to sleep on it, hoping that with a little night’s rest that the concept would stick more clearly in his mind. Upon awaking he immediately set to trying to remember everything about the technique until he knew it forwards and backwards and voila! Just like he predicted the technique he had studied and labored over so arduously the night before had stuck in mind as if he had created it himself.

So there he was. Walking towards the rather large circle that he had spotted Syn once again went over both of the new jutsu he would train and add to his arsenal over in his head repeatedly just to be sure of the specifics and remember even the tiniest of details. He then quickly found himself within the middle of the circle and with a shrug of his shoulders, a crack of his neck, and a half-way somewhat crooked smile, Syn slammed his palms together about chest level, creating a large clapping sound that echoed as the sound waves reverberated through the stony walls. His palms immediately began to heat up as he focused solely on the task at hand with a face that clearly held a visage of sole and utter determination. His right eye continued to stay green, however his left eye immediately became a blood red color while red markings of the same tone shot across his nose and down his cheek, marking his transformation from the telescopic setting to that of the simultaneous usage of both the telescopic setting and also the microscopic one as well. Once at a hot enough degree for the ionization of the electrons around his hands to occur, Syn slowly spaced his hands from each other and was very well pleased when the blue light of the giant plasma spear could be seen crackling with power and extremely hot though it didn’t affect Synyster himself of course. Once its full 6 feet were finished being created, the floating object dropped into his right hand and when Syn attempted to change its shape it simply dissipated. Syn, at a loss for words at the failure of this jutsu was not to be discouraged as he immediately clasped his hands together once more in another attempt to recreate the jutsu he had studied so hard and arduously in order to achieve.

Once again the electrons had heated enough for ionization and once again Syn was able to slowly pry out the hot, powerful, crackling plasma weapon, yet once again the moment he attempted to shape it to his liking the weapon dissipated. Clearly frustrated Syn simply stood there and over and over again went over the formula on the scroll for the jutsu. He was not to be discouraged and even if it took him all day Syn was hell bent on mastering his two jutsu. After about 5 minutes Syn’s eyes shot open, finding a flaw within his earlier methods. With a sly smirk now incredibly visible upon his otherwise smooth exterior, Syn clasped his hands together for a third time and once the ionization of electrons had occurred Syn moved his hands away from each other with one fluid motion and within his grasp lay a six foot shuriken of which he picked up as if it weighed no more than a feather and launched forward toward the hulking boulder that lay just ahead of him. Ripping through the air, the shuriken just as easily ripped through the boulder as it imbedded one of its points in the wall.

The shuriken crackled as it went through just a little before stopping and keeping stationary inside of the steel-like density of his training hall.

Perfect, Syn thought, now I just need to work on one more and my mastery of the two jutsu should be complete.

Word Count~ 1081
Chakra Pool: 265/310

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In order to prepare for his next jutsu to be trained into mastery, Syn proceeded to sit down in the middle of the large circle he was already occupying and crossed his legs. His fingers would clasp around each other as his thumbs touched and then slacken, yet still maintaining their contact with each other. The mental exercise now taken on by Synyster was that of meditation, but through a higher degree, as through his meditation he could sense everything. His surroundings were paintings inside the depths of his mind even Da Vinci would have a hard time grasping. He could make out even the tiniest vibrations in the earth as the small bugs that fell in line all trying to make it into the safety of their home before the destructive human could cause more damage to  their brethren and surroundings. Upon these peaceful notations within his mind, Syn thought back to his jutsu, the current task at hand. Recalling what he had written inside of the empty scroll he had managed to get his hands on Syn went over every step of the process, aiming to miss no details, as was his prerogative every time he trained as the slightest mistake could lead to little or no results. Syn knew this and opted for caution being the best policy so for about 10 minutes or so he arduously labored over the fruits of his work until he was certain that not even the most minuscule of details was missed or overlooked. With his eyes snapping to suddenly Syn knew exactly what he had to do. He let his eyes adjust back to the ignorance of his optics although his photographic memory would have him forget nothing of the omniscience he had experienced moments before he returned to reality. Syn stood up straight with his back straight and himself looking tall and proud as the Kenshou prepared himself once more for his training of the body. Be like water, he thought to himself and upon thinking that, his footing went from that of being almost touching to that of shoulder width apart. He then sunk down deep in a squat with his right leg leading as he his hip flexors tensed under the new stance and range of motion being applied to his form. His left arm remained up in a fist an close to his face as his right arm was farther away from him extending out, but not so much that it became straight, but simply at an obtuse angle of about 130 degrees. Once his arms were in place he tensed his muscles, flexing them until the veins under his clothing popped out and then almost immediately he slackened his tense muscles and slowly turned his hands so that both his forearms and palms were parallel to the ground underneath and his right arm that was extended at the obtuse angle straightened out until not a single curve was seen, thus his arm remained perfectly straight.

From there he went through the motions going around the circle, but never leaving its protection, crossing his feet as he went around arms moving back and forth like brush strokes against a smooth, blank canvas, extending slowly as if plunging a knife through the belly of an enemy, slowly only to torture the invisible yet unlucky foe even further. Over and over and over again he went through the moves speeding up until he was nothing but a blur of fast, agile motions. Each subsequent motion proving to be more graceful than the next yet moving with the strength and speed of a freight train Synyster Kenshou was focused on one thing and one thing only, and that was getting stronger so that a legacy of his own devising would fall into order one way or another. After about 30 minutes of this Syn stopped abruptly and sank into his earlier stance, slowly, carefully. The robes he bore stuck to his body like a cold, wet, and sticky adhesive. The sweat dropped from his hairline, down his nose, and then onto the stony ground below. Yet despite the sweat being an obvious sign of the amount of work Syn put into his training, his breathing remained calm, cool, and collected. His ripped interior would only go to show just how much work Syn had put in to developing himself. Rising slowly, Syn’s multicolored eyes fastened themselves towards where the plasma shuriken still lay embedded into the steel-like density of the wall ahead. The crackling of the large six foot weapon could be heard from where he was standing and became more and more apparent as he focused his mind to do the extraordinary. Syn breathed in slowly and the exhaled with the same amount of grace and with a quick flick of his wrist the shuriken came rushing back in his direction. He caught the weapon with an ease that suggested long hard years of training and experience and with a quick glance at the weapon, released forward once more with a power behind it that would shuriken even slice through the wall, yet before it could go through once again, Syn moved his left arm and where it went, the shuriken followed suit, slicing through the large 5 meter in diameter boulder to his left, continuing to behind him as he repositioned himself and now with both hand guided the powerful weapon into more and more objects. Easily slicing through another large boulder, it made its way into the one originally on his left until it came full circle and Syn plunged it into the wall ahead in its previous position. Piercing even deeper than before Syn with both hands implied a hard pushing motion and the blade sank deeper into the stony wall until its point could be seen coming out of the other side and the light of the sun found its way into his training area. Giddy and excited for the new tactics to come, Syn sat down and then immediately fell to the floor laying on his back relaxing. What a productive day Syn thought to himself. Quickly a smile spread across his young face.

Word Count ~ 1031
Chakra Pool: 240/310

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