It was a warm morning, where the sky was blue, and wind was calm and the birds sang sweetly as the sun brightened the area. Spira had begun his daily training at the Kusamuragakure waterfall. He decided he would start by setting up a set of logs, roughly about one to two feet in diameter and approximately four feet in length, in stacks of two or three, depending how he felt at the time. He decided it would be three, as it would make it all the more fun to know them down, and then stack them back up. He went to collect the stash of what he called 'training equipment' and dragged it all back to the pond. He felt it might be enough as he planted the first four logs into the ground, about a foot deep, three feet apart, approximately twenty feet from the pond.
He decided that he'd be training Taijutsu today, and that it'd be wise to train near water, in case he should need to re-hydrate at any point in time during his training. Once he finally got the logs stacked the way he wanted, he began his Taijutsu training. He started off by stretching, as he seemed to do often, and getting a good beat going in his head. Afterwards, he began to do push-ups, then various other exercises, as if to prepare his body for the physical strain. Alright, Here we go, He said, with a startling determination in his voice, this'll be a good day of training. He began by first taking a kunai from his pouch, then a shuriken. He lunged at the first log, punching it with his right hand, which his kunai was in, then turning and kicking the log next to it with his left leg. Upon impact, these log fell, as would the others as he threw the kunai at the third, then the shuriken at the fourth.
Three of the four had fallen without trouble, however the fourth teetered on the edge, while Spira simply stayed in position and watched, focusing so intensely on the log hoping that it would fall over and onto the ground like the others. After staring at the log for several seconds, it finally fell, and Spira was overjoyed that he'd succeeded in his attempts at an attack run. However his celebration was short due to his seemingly intense urge to set the logs back to their original positions. One more. He said to himself, One more and we'll move to the next section. Once he got the weapons from the logs and back into position, Spira did the run again, and again, and again until he realized that it was noon and he'd still not moved to the next section of his training course, which would be catching a fish with his bare hands. To do this, he'd need something to protect his hands from the sharp fins of the colourful fish that swam in the pond.
With this thought, his Shikotsumyaku activated, covering his hands in solid bone. He looked at his new armor for a moment, contemplating the many aspects and possibilities for this new development. Hm~ This... could be useful. He said to himself, still imagining the applications for this new jutsu, and the many names he could give it. He pushed the thoughts to the side, regaining the concentration he had earlier to catch the fish that swam in the pond. He used his chakra to stay on the waters surface as he stepped out onto the water, looking down at the fish below. He knelt down, getting ready to catch one, and poured most of his focus into one fish specifically. As the fish swam by, he plunged his hands into the water at an alarming speed, hoping that he'd caught one, but alas, it evaded him, and his bony hands. It didn't matter to Spira as he would try and try until he caught one, and catch one he did.
Alright, I got one! Spira shouted happily, as he held the fish. He soon released it back into the pond, feeling kind of bad that he did that to the poor thing, but remembering that it was all a part of his training. As he stood upright, he realized that the sun was beginning to set, and that he should set up the tent that he'd brought with him. Needless to say, he went right to work on setting up the tent, and was done before dark. Is it that late already? Spira asked as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He couldn't believe that setting up his tent took so long, and that he'd nearly forgotten to make dinner, which of course had a nice glass of milk on the side, ALWAYS.