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Sora woke up in the middle of the night, this time without any assistance from his parents. In two days the Chuunin Exams would be starting, and his training would have to become even more serious if he wanted to have the best chance of winning. Their were three Suiton Jutsu that he planned on getting, but he never got the time to go and do them because he was so busy. But now, it was the time. It was the time to make his parents proud...they were counting on him winning the Chuunin Exams. He remembered the reasons they pushed him to join the Chuunin Exams..
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Sora was curled up into a ball on his bed, weak from all the excessive training his parents forced him to do. Somehow, he managed to escape into his room and lock the door..all he wanted was a ten minute break.
"Why do they make me do all this training..I don't even want to join the Chuunin Exams!"
He had many bruises across his body, and his training Gi was torn to shreds. Sora could barely move a muscle with how exhausted his body was.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents really want to train me, or enjoy seeing a child with a broken spirit..gah..
He turned his head, facing his wooden door when he heard three knocks.
"Do you mind if I come in?"
It was the gentle, kind voice of his mother...a stark contrast to her cold, sarcastic nature when she was training Sora. Yuria did it to remove any personal feelings that could hinder the training..he sighed. Sora couldn't stay angry at his mother forever.
"No, I don't mind..come on in."
The door opened about halfway, allowing his mom's thin figure to pass through. She was wearing the Hyuuga clan robes, her large eyes staring at Sora.
"Are you okay? You can talk to your mother..."
She sat down besides Sora.
"It's just...all this training..what am I doing it for?! Even if we cut this training down by half, I'd still be a pretty good shinobi, and that's all that matters! I don't need to be number one or anything!"
"Well..I suppose you are old enough to know the reason why me and your father push you so hard. If we just wanted you to become the strongest shinobi ever, you're right, all of this isn't needed."
His eyes widened in curiosity. An actual reason to all of this madness? It didn't seem possible..
"Not only do we need to condition you physically, but we need to condition you mentally and spiritually, because the trials ahead will take an enormous amount of power in all three categories if you want to survive.."
Sora was curious now. What could he do that his parents couldn't? They were practically masters!
"Sora...if it weren't for the kind heart and strong want for justice, me and your father would have never brought you into this..but the reason we push you past your limits is because you're going to be the one who frees the branch members from that seal.."
Sora felt many different types of emotions. Curiosity...why didn't his parents do it himself. Anger. So they were basically using him as a tool? It was true Sora valued justice, but turning the Hyuuga Clan upside down like this? That thought lead into the final emotion, which was fear. What if he died? The Hyuuga elders were powerful beyond belief, and Sora knew that this wouldn't be solved politically. It would take the lives of many..
"Look...this is a big job for someone your age. I'll understand if you don't want anything dealing with this. You're my son, and I'll always continue to love and support you."
She was right, this was a big thing to think about. Just as Yuria was about to leave and give Sora time to think about this..,
"Wait..I think I know my decision. I just want to know one thing..why don't the branch members or you guys do it? You're totally strong enough!"
"The branch members don't trust anyone from the main house, even if we're on the same side. They wouldn't go along with something as dangerous as this...and me and your father are just two people..despite us being among the strongest, we will still have to fight many Hyuugas around our level, and the clan leader, who's stronger then us. We'd be worn out and nearly dead when we reached the clan leader, and assassins obviously won't work because of the Byakugan. If you moved along the ranks, then you'll gain more political power. Maybe then we might have the power to free the branch members without the need for any bloodshed.."
"Alright...I'll help you both out! I won't let this injustice continue any longer!"
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Sora figured that training in the Hyuuga Compounds would be good enough. After all, it had slightly better equipment. Sora just preferred to see different people, which is why he used the village's training field. He hopped out of his bed in his boxers and a -shirt, and went over to his closet, twisting the knob and sliding it open, scanning the various Gi that his mother made. When they weren't training, she was such a kind person. Instead of wasting time deciding, he took a random Gi off of his hangar. When it came into contact with the light, one could see that the Gi had a white top and white bottom with a red belt, and the Hyuuga clan symbol where the right breast would be.
He took the Gi off of the wooden hanger, throwing it carelessly on his bed, and slid his training uniform on.
"I also have to win this for my sensei, Mizuna! I won't be doing my duty as a student if I don't show all the Genin what Konoha's senseis can really do...she's the first person to ever show me friendship, a debt that I can't pay back..."
As he said this, he grabbed his headband, the object that identified his pride as a shinobi of Konoha, off of the wooden desk next to his desk and put it on his forehead, walking out of his room and his house. He had no clue where his parents were. Either they were out on a date, or a mission.
I should be working on my Water techniques, they'll help a lot. Then, I can start working on my Ink techniques.
It was a bit cold outside, but it was nothing that would bring Sora to his knees. The Genin had gone through much worse with his training..
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"Come..attack me."
To any onlooker who wasn't familar with Sora's mother, Yuria, they would see that her fighting stance had many openings..but, they would be wrong.
"I can't teach you my special form of Jujitsu until you can understand it..."
He wanted to charge in and attack, because careful analysis didn't. seem to work against his mom. Perhaps this was one of those things where you just stop thinking and go in swinging! So, Sora charged in with a flying kick aimed directly at her face...but right before the attack landed, he was suddenly flipped out of the air and landed on his back like a turtle, right in front of her. Yuria didn't even bother bringing out her hand...Sora was just stopped, like he hit a brick wall.
"Both of your approaches are wrong. You need to think outside of the box..you allow me to find your center of gravity much to easily. Take a break..."
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Boulder after boulder was being mercilessly thrown at Sora, but he was nimble enough to avoid being crushed. His father told him he just needed to climb the mountain and dodge some stuff..easier said than done, especially with a crazy person like Kenshiro!
"This training will definitely increase your courage, something our talentless disciple certainly needs! Plus, it'll increase your reflexes and speed! No one wants to be crushed by a giant boulder, after all! Bwahahaha!"
Oh god..I'm going to die, and we're outside the village...tell me this isn't happening. What God gave this man such strength made him a father?!
"Hahaha, this is so much fun!"
Kenshiro chucked another boulder, with Sora narrowly managing to get out of the way by swinging his body to the left.
"Why do these boulders seem to get bigger every time we do-"
"Less talking, more dodging!"
The endless onslaught of boulders were relentless, and continued for about an hour. Even after all of that, he only made it a quarter of the way to Kenshiro.
"Feh. Alright, let's go back to the village."
Sora grabbed his bookbag, and along with his father, began to leave the mountains.
He's starting to make progress..I guess this is the fruits of all the hard work..
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Sora arrived at the training grounds, an extremely large plain with various training equipment, and a sparring area that was massive enough for even jutsus that covered a wide area. He jumped atop a boulder, his body light as a feather, and began meditation. It was to get his spirit warmed up for the heavy Ninjutsu training he would be doing. But, before he could truly get his body to work, a tiny rock struck the back of his head. He opened his eyes, and activated the Byakugan.
"Come out..I know someone's there.."
He was a bit casual with this, because if the person really wanted to kill him, then Sora would have been dead already. It was a scary thought..
A small boy, about a foot shorter then Sora emerged from the shadows. He wore glasses, and his hair was neatly kept, along with his clothes, the standard Hyuuga robes. The small boy looked at Sora with an intense glare..why couldn't he feel this killing intent before? Just to be safe, he leapt off of the boulder and descended into his Gentle Fist stance...and now that he had a better view of him....!
"Hmph. I didn't expect to see you here, Sora. Training for the Chuunin Exams like I am, I see.."
"Katsuro Hyuuga..."
Katsuro and Sora both shared similar stories. They were bullied in the academy, and used for their intelligence...they really had no friends. Sora had tried on multiple occasions to befriend Katsuro since they were in the same boat, but it never worked...Katsuro was a branch member, and he despised anyone from the Main Family.
"Hmph. I suppose we should spar each other and see our strength.."
WC: 1818
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Sora was curled up into a ball on his bed, weak from all the excessive training his parents forced him to do. Somehow, he managed to escape into his room and lock the door..all he wanted was a ten minute break.
"Why do they make me do all this training..I don't even want to join the Chuunin Exams!"
He had many bruises across his body, and his training Gi was torn to shreds. Sora could barely move a muscle with how exhausted his body was.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents really want to train me, or enjoy seeing a child with a broken spirit..gah..
He turned his head, facing his wooden door when he heard three knocks.
"Do you mind if I come in?"
It was the gentle, kind voice of his mother...a stark contrast to her cold, sarcastic nature when she was training Sora. Yuria did it to remove any personal feelings that could hinder the training..he sighed. Sora couldn't stay angry at his mother forever.
"No, I don't mind..come on in."
The door opened about halfway, allowing his mom's thin figure to pass through. She was wearing the Hyuuga clan robes, her large eyes staring at Sora.
"Are you okay? You can talk to your mother..."
She sat down besides Sora.
"It's just...all this training..what am I doing it for?! Even if we cut this training down by half, I'd still be a pretty good shinobi, and that's all that matters! I don't need to be number one or anything!"
"Well..I suppose you are old enough to know the reason why me and your father push you so hard. If we just wanted you to become the strongest shinobi ever, you're right, all of this isn't needed."
His eyes widened in curiosity. An actual reason to all of this madness? It didn't seem possible..
"Not only do we need to condition you physically, but we need to condition you mentally and spiritually, because the trials ahead will take an enormous amount of power in all three categories if you want to survive.."
Sora was curious now. What could he do that his parents couldn't? They were practically masters!
"Sora...if it weren't for the kind heart and strong want for justice, me and your father would have never brought you into this..but the reason we push you past your limits is because you're going to be the one who frees the branch members from that seal.."
Sora felt many different types of emotions. Curiosity...why didn't his parents do it himself. Anger. So they were basically using him as a tool? It was true Sora valued justice, but turning the Hyuuga Clan upside down like this? That thought lead into the final emotion, which was fear. What if he died? The Hyuuga elders were powerful beyond belief, and Sora knew that this wouldn't be solved politically. It would take the lives of many..
"Look...this is a big job for someone your age. I'll understand if you don't want anything dealing with this. You're my son, and I'll always continue to love and support you."
She was right, this was a big thing to think about. Just as Yuria was about to leave and give Sora time to think about this..,
"Wait..I think I know my decision. I just want to know one thing..why don't the branch members or you guys do it? You're totally strong enough!"
"The branch members don't trust anyone from the main house, even if we're on the same side. They wouldn't go along with something as dangerous as this...and me and your father are just two people..despite us being among the strongest, we will still have to fight many Hyuugas around our level, and the clan leader, who's stronger then us. We'd be worn out and nearly dead when we reached the clan leader, and assassins obviously won't work because of the Byakugan. If you moved along the ranks, then you'll gain more political power. Maybe then we might have the power to free the branch members without the need for any bloodshed.."
"Alright...I'll help you both out! I won't let this injustice continue any longer!"
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Sora figured that training in the Hyuuga Compounds would be good enough. After all, it had slightly better equipment. Sora just preferred to see different people, which is why he used the village's training field. He hopped out of his bed in his boxers and a -shirt, and went over to his closet, twisting the knob and sliding it open, scanning the various Gi that his mother made. When they weren't training, she was such a kind person. Instead of wasting time deciding, he took a random Gi off of his hangar. When it came into contact with the light, one could see that the Gi had a white top and white bottom with a red belt, and the Hyuuga clan symbol where the right breast would be.
He took the Gi off of the wooden hanger, throwing it carelessly on his bed, and slid his training uniform on.
"I also have to win this for my sensei, Mizuna! I won't be doing my duty as a student if I don't show all the Genin what Konoha's senseis can really do...she's the first person to ever show me friendship, a debt that I can't pay back..."
As he said this, he grabbed his headband, the object that identified his pride as a shinobi of Konoha, off of the wooden desk next to his desk and put it on his forehead, walking out of his room and his house. He had no clue where his parents were. Either they were out on a date, or a mission.
I should be working on my Water techniques, they'll help a lot. Then, I can start working on my Ink techniques.
It was a bit cold outside, but it was nothing that would bring Sora to his knees. The Genin had gone through much worse with his training..
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"Come..attack me."
To any onlooker who wasn't familar with Sora's mother, Yuria, they would see that her fighting stance had many openings..but, they would be wrong.
"I can't teach you my special form of Jujitsu until you can understand it..."
He wanted to charge in and attack, because careful analysis didn't. seem to work against his mom. Perhaps this was one of those things where you just stop thinking and go in swinging! So, Sora charged in with a flying kick aimed directly at her face...but right before the attack landed, he was suddenly flipped out of the air and landed on his back like a turtle, right in front of her. Yuria didn't even bother bringing out her hand...Sora was just stopped, like he hit a brick wall.
"Both of your approaches are wrong. You need to think outside of the box..you allow me to find your center of gravity much to easily. Take a break..."
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Boulder after boulder was being mercilessly thrown at Sora, but he was nimble enough to avoid being crushed. His father told him he just needed to climb the mountain and dodge some stuff..easier said than done, especially with a crazy person like Kenshiro!
"This training will definitely increase your courage, something our talentless disciple certainly needs! Plus, it'll increase your reflexes and speed! No one wants to be crushed by a giant boulder, after all! Bwahahaha!"
Oh god..I'm going to die, and we're outside the village...tell me this isn't happening. What God gave this man such strength made him a father?!
"Hahaha, this is so much fun!"
Kenshiro chucked another boulder, with Sora narrowly managing to get out of the way by swinging his body to the left.
"Why do these boulders seem to get bigger every time we do-"
"Less talking, more dodging!"
The endless onslaught of boulders were relentless, and continued for about an hour. Even after all of that, he only made it a quarter of the way to Kenshiro.
"Feh. Alright, let's go back to the village."
Sora grabbed his bookbag, and along with his father, began to leave the mountains.
He's starting to make progress..I guess this is the fruits of all the hard work..
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Sora arrived at the training grounds, an extremely large plain with various training equipment, and a sparring area that was massive enough for even jutsus that covered a wide area. He jumped atop a boulder, his body light as a feather, and began meditation. It was to get his spirit warmed up for the heavy Ninjutsu training he would be doing. But, before he could truly get his body to work, a tiny rock struck the back of his head. He opened his eyes, and activated the Byakugan.
"Come out..I know someone's there.."
He was a bit casual with this, because if the person really wanted to kill him, then Sora would have been dead already. It was a scary thought..
A small boy, about a foot shorter then Sora emerged from the shadows. He wore glasses, and his hair was neatly kept, along with his clothes, the standard Hyuuga robes. The small boy looked at Sora with an intense glare..why couldn't he feel this killing intent before? Just to be safe, he leapt off of the boulder and descended into his Gentle Fist stance...and now that he had a better view of him....!
"Hmph. I didn't expect to see you here, Sora. Training for the Chuunin Exams like I am, I see.."
"Katsuro Hyuuga..."
Katsuro and Sora both shared similar stories. They were bullied in the academy, and used for their intelligence...they really had no friends. Sora had tried on multiple occasions to befriend Katsuro since they were in the same boat, but it never worked...Katsuro was a branch member, and he despised anyone from the Main Family.
"Hmph. I suppose we should spar each other and see our strength.."
WC: 1818