A singular ray of light pierced the dingy room, trespassing through the gap between the ramshackle cloak that served as curtains that Suguru had put up. Unfortunately for him, this interloping ray landed right onto his right eye, albeit which was closed due to his slumber, was enough to wake him. He wearily got up from his bed, blinking around to push away the drowse, still clad in yesterday’s clothing. The apartment he was given was blandly furnished and to his dismay both of his neighbors were men, so there was no use in making any peep holes. Oh well, at least he now had a roof over his head.
The bed had a hard mattress, but even the hardest mattress beat sleeping on a bench Suguru had still not gotten used to sleeping indoors, years living in the streets and woods having shaped his nights. This night was one of great rest, and he could feel himself surging with energy; He could feel it in his bones. Hard Training and Soft Breasts surely awaited him.
Yet as he rose, psyched to get on with his day, his body felt full of kinks and stiff. Nothing his morning workout couldn't solve. Another perk of sleeping indoors was that he could do his morning workout without worrying about cutting his palm on some jagged rock.
After his workout was done, consisting of all manner of exercises that made his body aflame with the strain and fully awake. Taking a deep breath as he loosened his bearing, he shifted his body in a familiar stance. Every Shinobi that served the leaf had at least basic knowledge of it, yet Suguru had gone out of his way to train his body to harness the power of the Strong Fist Stance to its fullest extent. He unleashed a series of basic punches and kicks, getting himself warmed up. Satisfied with those, he shifted the stance on the balls of his feet, letting him move more freely.
He leapt into a rising kick, yet his form was greatly lacking and albeit the air in front of him was soundly kicked, Suguru landed on his back, the thud echoing in the mostly empty room.
Groaning, he hammered a few hits on his back as he rose to his feet. Not the best way to start the day, but he wasn’t going to let one slip up keep him down. At least not for too long. After all, there were soft breasts awaiting him. Somewhere. And that somewhere definitely wasn’t this room. He checked.
Suguru picked up his headband from the floor, having dumped it along with his shoes before going to sleep. He gave it a polish with the hem of his shirt, before tying it onto his head. Wouldn't be a shinobi without it after all.
Sporting a disheveled head of hair tied back, a crumpled blue shirt patterned with white flowers and an equally crumpled pair of pants that made it just past his knees, Suguru. Basked in the early morning sun for a moment.
"Training or Tits?" he mused to himself.
Having gotten already warmed up and hyped for training, he made chose the former. It was still early after all; barely half a dozen pairs out unless he chanced it and hoped to be at the right tree, at the right moment.
Albeit a run to the training grounds would do him good, he had learned of a jutsu that by enhancing one's body briefly with chakra, be able to give blindly fast speed. He had tried a few times and it gave him quite a rush of adrenaline every time he sent a new surge of chakra that propelled him onwards yet he still hadn't got the timing nor the measure of chakra right. Seeing an opportunity to train before even beginning to train, he tensed his legs for a moment as his hand formed a seal, before he sped upwards onto an empty rooftop, teetering on the edge. He took a step forward to safety, his heart already racing.
He steadily made his way to the training grounds, only stopping when he got disoriented and lost his bearings, and by the time he had arrived, albeit nearly falling to his death half a dozen times, Suguru had gotten a better grasp of this jutsu.
Finally arriving at his destination, Suguru took a moment to catch his breath. His body was far from tired, yet the frenzied pumping of his heart and the lack of chakra in his system fatigued him, at least temporarily. The grounds seemed to be deserted, save for a lone figure. A familiar figure, yet he could not place his finger on who or where he knew him from. He walked onwards, sort of towards them but not really; trying to summon the courage to wave or say hi or something amongst those lines, albeit hoping that the figure would holler him before he had to.
Training in two was far more effective than alone and even though he did not want to admit it, he really did need some company apart from that of the women he peeped on.
[Learned Strong Fist] (-200)
[Learned Leaf Great Whirlwind] (-200)
[Learned Flicker Body] (-100)