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Pris had left the Oujukage's office and headed for the training centre in which he had to complete a mission. Pris had heard a lot of scary news from this Training Centre, of how the training sessions could kill a normal human being. Many had dubbed the Taijutsu Trainer, "Trainer from Hell". Quite a bit scary but Pris had refused to believe all these rumors that's why he had taken the mission from the board, it seemed rather interesting. It wasn't long before Pris approached the Training Centre, as he opened the door, three men were carrying a very buff man quickly they had to send him to the hospital because he had collapsed; Pris looked at the man rather surprisingly. Pris swallowed hard, and pushed the doors once more and entered. The Centre was really large, having several training posts, sparring mats and all other essential equipments needed for a good body building training. Pris looked to his immediate right, there was a desk there with a pretty young lady seated behind it. She had long dark hair which covered half of her face, she seemed rather worried. Pris decided to approach her, after a quick conversation she called out, 'SENSEI!!! The Shinobi is here!!' Pris smiled at her for a bit but she did not return one and she just faced her desk and began to do paper work.

Pris watched as a tall, buff man dressed in a weight-lifter's costume come out from a room. He was a very energetic man, as soon as he saw Pris, he was a bit surprised and a bit disappointed by his young age and his body structure but he did not even hint at it. He smiled at Pris, after the two exchanged a few words, it was time to begin the so-called Hellish Training. Pris hyped himself a bit, because in their conversation the man stated that Pris would undergo harsher training since he specialized in Taijutsu.

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After a few basic warm-ups, it was time to begin the real thing. All of a sudden the Trainer's personality seemed to switch, he became even more hyper and a bit aggressive. With a voice that could be compared to the clap of thunder he yelled, 'GET DOWN AND GIVE ME A THOUSAND PUSH-UPS NOW!!' Pris was overtaken by his voice and fell down, a confused but scared look on his face. The man was serious, he had no time to waste. He went down and began to do the push-ups, up and down he continued to go for a long time. For someone like Pris, a thousand push-ups wasn't all that difficult, Pris was able to complete it within thirty-minutes. Pris had a huge grin on his face, this work-out wasn't so difficult after all but little did he know that this was just the beginning of terrors ahead. Without a moment to take a breath, Pris was handed a couple of items to put on; a weight vest, sand bags, ankle weights, wrist weights etc. Pris put them all on quickly, and soon as they were put on, his whole body felt the true weight. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. The trainer let out a laugh and then yelled, "GET UP! MAGGOT!!" Pris felt chills run down his spine, but he couldn't get up the things were too heavy, everything on him amounted up to about roughly 1000lbs. He felt like he was the world's fattest boy. Pris struggled to get up, soon sweat was gathering on his body like he had gone for a swim in his attire. Pris struggled for about twenty minutes, before being able to stand even with that he was bending over, trying to maintain balance was as difficult as ever.

The training was not over, Pris had to run around the big centre ten times with these weights on him. Pris could barely stand up, he looked at the man who was still hyped as if he would kill Pris if he didn't move. Pris was driven to the point of tears, as they dripped from his eyes he would drag his feet on the floor and begin moving. His body begged for him to stop but the man behind him thought other wise. Pris had not even moved half the place before the trainer seemed to be tired of his time wasting. Pris watched as the man brought a large whip, and yelled at Pris, "MOVE OR I WILL WHIP SO HARD MAGGOT!!"; Pris began to wonder if this was torture or training, who could go through this kind of training and survive?! Pris dragged his feet a little faster, but still he was way to heavy to move fast, he was a millennium away from even moving normally in this weight suit. Out of pain and exhaustion he fell to the ground and began to quickly remove the suit, his body was soaked with sweat, his eyes had turned red a bit because he was crying. The trainer who seemed to have returned to his previous personality helped Pris up and decided it was time for a break because the second session was going to be non-stop action. As Pris rested on a bench in the Training Centre, he thought of abandoning the mission but that could jeopardize his records as a shinobi and he would not want that and besides it seemed the trainer was counting on him for something.

All too soon the the break was over, and the session began again. The Trainer took Pris through some other hellish training; from sit-ups, to chin ups, to lifting weights, to running and every other exercise one could think of. After it was all over Pris was exhausted, he looked like a mess; he looked like he had been attacked by robbers, then attacked by birds, then cats, then thrown in a mud! After receiving the stamp for completing his mission, he dragged himself on the floor to the Oujukage's office.

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