The wonders that the shinobi world had come up with never ceased to amaze. Naganori had found a room that was completely spherical. It was jet black and looked endless with small speckles of light at regular intervals. On the southwestern side of the room slightly was an image of the world that, and, like a strange genjutsu, all of the star speckles seemed to randomly light up and the world slowly revolved. There was at least one entrance to this room with a single cuff in it that he'd had place on his left ankle.
The instructions outside of the room stated clearly that this room was for use for ninja of all levels, but warned that usage of the cuff was dangerous. It allowed those in the room to create B-Rank sphere shaped projectiles that would travel from one of the star shapes and seek out. The little balls of light would move at B-Rank speed and power, but the room was designed to withstand at least that much damage.
In the very center of the room, held up by means unexplained and unknown to Naganori Miura, was a 50 meter cube motionlessly floating in the center of the room. It's surface had grid lines that denoted in 1 meter intervals. The masked would raise the black hood of his track suit over his head and push a button that extended a bridge to the middle of the room, marveling at the state of advancement. The ever-cool surface of the moon-like floor on his bare feet was refreshing on his feet. As the bridge pulled back, he'd begin by going through stretches. He'd expected no visitors in this faraway corner of the facility, so he relaxed a little.
The instructions outside of the room stated clearly that this room was for use for ninja of all levels, but warned that usage of the cuff was dangerous. It allowed those in the room to create B-Rank sphere shaped projectiles that would travel from one of the star shapes and seek out. The little balls of light would move at B-Rank speed and power, but the room was designed to withstand at least that much damage.
In the very center of the room, held up by means unexplained and unknown to Naganori Miura, was a 50 meter cube motionlessly floating in the center of the room. It's surface had grid lines that denoted in 1 meter intervals. The masked would raise the black hood of his track suit over his head and push a button that extended a bridge to the middle of the room, marveling at the state of advancement. The ever-cool surface of the moon-like floor on his bare feet was refreshing on his feet. As the bridge pulled back, he'd begin by going through stretches. He'd expected no visitors in this faraway corner of the facility, so he relaxed a little.