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WC - 437
Chakra - 49.5/50
@Mineko
It was another day where the young Sasaki heir had been freed from his natural duties as a member of Kumogakure no Sato. No missions of sort had been assigned to him and he was free to do as he pleased. Unlike those, however, who had been given free time; Kyousuke had spent the entire morning from dawn at the second training grounds of the Kumogakure, far from the village, among the mountains in isolation. Once more beneath the waterfalls, he had continued off where he had last left in his training. Shirt, shoes, and sword placed neatly at the riverside, the Sasaki was clothed only in a pair of black pants, skin exposed to harsh cold temperatures. It was there that he would hone the focus of his clan’s sensory technique, the Matagi Shingan. Beneath the waterfalls he had found the perfect training for the sensory technique. Due to the Matagi Shingan exiting chakra through the pores of the Sasaki’s skin, their skin would turn sensitive, weak to both cold and heat that entered the range of their sensory. It was the Sasaki’s greatest weakness, one hidden from anyone but themselves. That very weakness was something he had used to his advantage. Whilst heat was entirely intolerable, the cold was just an obstacle that prevented him from focusing the use of his sensory, something he strived to overcome with enough practice.
And so eyes closed he would exercise his breathing, acclimating both his mind and body to the cold until he felt himself comfortable enough to add the use of his Matagi Shingan to the exercise. From then the difficulty of his training would spike rapidly. The goal had been to maintain his sensory spread to its maximum range despite the waterfall, yet it was one task easier said than done. Everytime he would struggle to maintain the range, and each single time he was forced to either halt the technique’s use or limit its range. The last time he tried the same method, he had managed to control his sensory as the day went on, though now he had no such luck with his control. This was something he needed to instill within his body, memorized through repetition.
Hours would pass, and morning would slowly turn into afternoon. Again and again, he would fail to control his sensory, each failure stacking a brick of his frustration until it would all come crashing down. Escaping through a roar from his body, his intense chakra would create a minor magnitude, just barely affecting his physical surroundings unbeknownst to the Sasaki. He needed something to clear his mind.
And so eyes closed he would exercise his breathing, acclimating both his mind and body to the cold until he felt himself comfortable enough to add the use of his Matagi Shingan to the exercise. From then the difficulty of his training would spike rapidly. The goal had been to maintain his sensory spread to its maximum range despite the waterfall, yet it was one task easier said than done. Everytime he would struggle to maintain the range, and each single time he was forced to either halt the technique’s use or limit its range. The last time he tried the same method, he had managed to control his sensory as the day went on, though now he had no such luck with his control. This was something he needed to instill within his body, memorized through repetition.
Hours would pass, and morning would slowly turn into afternoon. Again and again, he would fail to control his sensory, each failure stacking a brick of his frustration until it would all come crashing down. Escaping through a roar from his body, his intense chakra would create a minor magnitude, just barely affecting his physical surroundings unbeknownst to the Sasaki. He needed something to clear his mind.
♡Ash♡
