Fudo: Training Day

[🐉] Yawning slightly, Fudo arose
from his bed and stretched his arms. He was garbed is small black shorts, his
usually pajamas. His gold eyes would gaze from his open window blinking
slightly as he adjusted to the light. It was sunrise, and Fudo was ready to get
his day going. He’d walk out of his room and go into the bathroom, splashing
some water on his face. His eyes would gaze at himself in the mirror. The training
he had put in was really paying off. The teen would continue on with his day
and head to the kitchen, grabbing something to eat. He ended up picking up a
blood orange and started to peel it. Juices flickering on the table and he did
so. Enjoying the insides for a few minutes, the teen quickly turned and headed
back into his room. It was time to get ready to go train. He’d start by using
his fingers to comb his messy gunmetal colored hair, and tie it into a tight
ponytail. He’d roam through his closet and put on a pair of brown pants and a
tight red cutoff shirt. Taking a seat on his bed, Fudo would cuff his pants and
slide on his open toed sandals. After he was dressed, it was time for him to
gear up. Starting top to bottom, Fudo slide on his black metal arm braces, then
tied his read kunai pouch to his left thigh, and finished by placing his
ninjato on his back. It was time for him to go kick some ass, some dummy ass.
Using the Teleportation Jutsu, Fudo would travel like a flash and head outside
his home, before racing off to the training grounds. [🐉]

[🐉] Within a few minutes of
running, he was sweating and at the open field of dummies and grass that was
the training grounds. Good thing he got a good warm up running, as he wasted no
times getting into his training. He started off with a few slashes from his
ninjato on the dummies. His form was pretty smooth for someone who was self-taught.
He was a natural with lean and focused strikes to the torso and head. He moved
quickly between the dummies, hitting hard and quick, slash after slash. He
paused for a moment and caught his breath, letting out a small laugh, uncommon from
him. Fudo barely let his stoic face crack so little as a smile in public, let
alone laughing. The boy felt right at home, in his element. Oh was he grateful
to have moved into Hoshigakure. Tucking away his weapon, he allowed himself a
small break in order to stretch out his recently used muscles, while also
making sure he caught his breath. He’d then go on to practice a little bit of
taijutsu on the dummy. He’d move quickly, but bring power into each of his
strikes. It was important that he was able to deliver strong blows, as an
attack with no power is a wasted strike. [🐉]

[🐉] Fudo was warmed up and
ready to start branching out into his chakra move pool. The Ryu teen was
already thirty minutes into training, his muscles feeling strong and his body
energized. Quickly, he held his hands into the seal of the Tiger and released a
powerful fire stream from his lips into the sky. “Fire Style: Fire Dragon Bomb!”
He exclaimed in his relaxed tone of voice. The stream radiated a lot of heat,
causing him to feel the warmth as it escaped his lips. Gold eyes looked on
eager to practice more and more. He’d preform the same jutsu again, getting the
same results. He wanted to make sure his body was accustoming to this go to
ninjutsu, as it was debatably the strongest one he had learned so far. Feeling
powerful, he went for it a third time, pouring a bit too much chakra into it
though. Instead of a blazing stream, a puff of smoke released from his mouth,
clouding his body. Fudo began to cough loudly, waving his hands up and down in
front of his face to push away the heavy black cloud. Confusing struck him as
he pondered why the ninjutsu failed. Perhaps he had run too low on chakra? He
quickly ruled that out though. He had to have messed up his concentration.  Fudo then got a much better idea. Instead of
overthinking the mistake, maybe he could channel it into something stronger.
The smokescreen produced obviously was productive at causing him to cough and
become blind from within the cloud. [🐉]

[🐉] With that in mind, Fudo
prepared for round two. Using only the tiger seal, the jutsu once again
backfired, causing it to come out in a burst, like he had dropped a smoke bomb
on his face. He’d shake the cloud away, backing up and coughing with squinted
eyes. Taking a moment, he considered that in order to properly expel the
chakra, he may have to use another hand seal to channel it. With that in mind,
the Ryu knew exactly which one to try out. Fudo cracked his neck and faced two
training dummies that were six feet away. His fingers would lock into the
dragon seal before quickly flowing into tiger. “Fire Style: Smoke Camouflage!”
he called out, naming it on the spot. As fast as his Fire Dragon Bomb, a stream
of pure onyx smoke traveled out before bursting into a heavy cloud. It was raw
and powerful, as the scent of it burned into Fudo’s nostrils. The cloud
expanded into a rather large radius, about 15 feet from the looks of it. Due to
how deep the coloring was, and from his own experience of being caught in it,
he could tell that it had to be very hard to breath and see inside of it. He
nodded at his accomplishment, curious to test it out more. He’d wait a few
minutes before trying it out once more, getting the same results. With a
confident glance, he turned away and headed home. [🐉]