Building One's Form [Solo]

Each point he was thrown into the water, sending ripples and droplets splashing in every direction, he was forced to channel more chakra while maintaining the clones and their attacks. The combination was effective, he had no choice but to focus that much more, push his mind that much harder, or suffer the consequences of being underneath the water without proper footing. His father wasn't attacking back just yet, but he knew without a doubt once he began to get a better hold on the jutsu, he'd be enjoying a strike that would render him lucky not to release his lunch back into the world.

This process continued for hours, and each time the boy was struck down by the water, he sank a bit less into its surface. Initially, he'd gone completely under before his chakra had managed to solidify enough to catch and lift him back up. But now with every blow, he was instead slammed into the water a few inches before rising back up. To Kiyoshi's pleasant surprise, however, despite his growth in the Jutsu he didn't get ahead of himself. He never hardened the chakra before making contact with the water, instead, letting it retain its normal shade and design so as to ensure it cushioned the impact of his landing.

Only afterward did the boy summon the chakra and crawl from the water to return to his offense, ensuring that the damage he suffered was minimalized. The process was likely still painful, but far better than being slammed into the water as if it was solid matter, such as concrete. A dry laugh formed from Kiyoshi's lips before he would place his hands behind his back, and finally, as the sun began to set, the older man raised a hand to call a silent halt to the little training session.

"Well done, pup." He stated simply, causing Satori to slowly fall and sit on the water's surface as the clones burst into smoke. Leaning back on his palms, he marveled at how much easier it was to concentrate on the chakra flow now with the clones dispersed. A sigh left the boys lips before he would glance up at his father offering him a much larger hand. Without a word, he would accept it, hauled up to his feet to stand on the water before they began to make way back toward the compounds main hub area.

A good meal and some late chores to get done were what awaited them, but it was well worth it, and as Satori slowly settled into his bed after it all, staring up at the ceiling he couldn't help but allow a brief smirk to form on his lips. He was still ages away from becoming the new head of the clan, and definitely a tremendous amount of time from his true end goal to create a united world-- but, that didn't change the fact that he felt the difference in his skills growing.

A year ago, he could never have maintained this kind of training. His knowledge was too limited, his understanding of chakra too minimal, and his body too weak. But now, with his rapid physical growth combined with his dedication, he could feel the difference. Satori was only a young child, he had so much more room to grow--and he knew that. These early years would only be the beginning, the foundation for what was to come, and that thought made his grin form even wider decorating his lips. He couldn't wait to see just how much farther along he could come in the next few years.

Perhaps he would even manage to defeat his father-- or, more realistically, make him actually fight him seriously in a spar. That was a good short-term goal, for now, he supposed.

A few days later, Satori began to incorporate these new techniques into what he already wanted to know. They would be fatiguing, and he knew that. The more he pushed himself the sooner he’d be able to grow, however. He needed to maximize his chakra control, and begin building up his body even further. If he was lucky he’d be able to manage the techniques that he had in mind relatively quickly. That thought made a grin form on the young boy's lips.

If he was able to make up for his weak stature, then it would be more than worthwhile. Perhaps training with Midori as well would offer him some solutions: but first, he needed to understand and master the basic concepts of the techniques he had begun to think on.

The style, he’d decided, was going to be based on the concepts of mobility and movement. Ways to maximize his smaller stature (by Ryuutei standards) against his peers. So it would require refined chakra control coating his joints and ligaments to maximize mobility.

First, it would require a stance of some sort. Some degree of proper chakra manipulation and body control that would allow him to transform his physical movements into those of a skilled dancer if the idea was going to hold properly. Releasing a breath, he lifted his hands up and began the basic movements. The training grounds were empty, thankfully. It would allow him to properly expend as much time and chakra as he wished.

Taking a breath, Satori lowered his center of gravity before beginning. The first step would be to harness his chakra and infuse it into his body, carefully channeling through his arms and legs. Testing this was going to be complex, but he had little doubt he'd manage it. He'd already discovered with the previous training he was a nature when it came to mastering jutsu through chakra control, a useful talent. It appeared what he had been born lacking, a strong body, he had made up for with superior chakra manipulation. In which case, perhaps it would allow him to properly master the techniques he had in mind.

With a pause to gather himself, Satori began. The steps of the first technique were simple: channeling the chakra through the body, condensing its energy into the joints and ligaments to support them while maintaining flexibility, and then releasing it as required for bursts of speed. Straightening his body he began to circle the area in slow, steady steps. Each time he moved, he released his chakra through his lean frame to increase his mobility. The faster he moved, the more chakra he channeled, until the boy was moving in rapid small circles. Constantly flowing as he ingrained the image of the chakra's flow into his mind.

With the basics mastered, the boy began the next step of the series of techniques. Flashing forward and releasing a high-speed punch that lashed through the air. The blow was too weak, however. Maintaining the flash of the stance, while also releasing the chakra out in a punch was surprisingly difficult. Frowning, the boy halted a moment to flex his fingertips a few times as his claws extended and retracted. A low hum filling his chest.

Combining this with his clan's claws and amplification technique would make it increasingly deadly, but trying to maintain the stance while also releasing the claws was going to be quiet the undertaking. Slowly releasing his breath, Satori clapped his hands against his face once to relax, before beginning again. The process was painstaking, and progress was slow. Maintaining and controlling D and C-Rank techniques were incredibly more complex than the simple E-Rank Academy Techniques his father had been teaching him.

But it would be worth it seeing his fathers expression when he saw how much progress he had begun to make. With that thought in mind, Satori continued his training. Pushing himself to his limit again, and again as the chakra continued to flow through his body. The more he pushed himself, the greater a struggle he had. But after he had rested, and returned the next day, the more progress he could feel. Due to this he never slowed, pushing himself until his claws ached and his fingertips bled around them from his relentless strikes.

Finally, after several days of this dedicated training: he managed it. His chakra pulsing through his limb and exploding in a potent bite that shattered a chunk from the training dummies "face". His claws ripping into the wood afterward, causing him to pause briefly. A slow smile split his lips as he lowered his hands and examined their tips. It was working, and that was more than enough reason to push the boy to keep going. It also meant he could continue to move on to the more advanced forms of physical techniques he was considering.

With this thought, Satori began the next step. Grappling, and high speed, aimed strikes designed to throw off an opponent's balance and mobility. The more he pushed himself, the more he knew he would be able to evolve his combat style. The next few hours were spent nailing down the basics of the Taijutsu style he had begun to create himself. Far from mastered, but at the very least, learned.

The final step of this round of training that Satori was determined to get through was based on the concepts that he wasn't certain was possible. For years, his clan had struggled with the use of medical techniques and Genjutsu, this was due to their inherently potent chakra. But, it wasn't as though it was impossible from what Satori could tell. No, it was more the fact that the other forms of techniques were clearly the clan's strength and the amount of time and dedication it would take to master these techniques simply wasn't worth it to most Ryuutei.

But Satori was different. He didn't wish to just be like all of his cousins and siblings that swung around their raw chakra and power with all their might. Satori wanted to be a master of all the base forms of chakra control. He wanted no weaknesses if the concept existed he wished to use it. Genjutsu was on that list, and he had no intention of backing down from the style just because it didn't suit his bloodline as well as physical combat or raw destructive Ninjutsu.

The illusion itself wasn't a complex one. That wasn't the problem, no, the issue was learning to properly manifest his chakra and balance it despite its weight. For that reason, Satori knew it would be nothing but meditation and painstaking chakra control lessons if he wished to manage it. He'd have to ask Midori for assistance, but he would be able to learn the basics on his own. With this thought in mind, Satori began the next steps. He pushed himself and spent days doing nothing but sitting perfectly still--and controlling his chakra.

Channeling it into his mind and building up worlds within it, casting the effects out into the world steadily. This practice, eventually paid off, as he felt the very beginnings of the illusion beginning to form. It was shaky, unrefined, dull and weak: but it existed and that was more than enough for the young boy. Elated, he knew it was time to begin the next step of these techniques. The step from learning, to mastery. To using them actively in combat itself instead.

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