Azuna Durability training

The blazing morning sun reflected off the small hairs of Azunagi Yuki. He felt that today would be the best day to begin his training. Marching bast the border of the village, just by a little bit. No harm done, he just needed a secluded space to focus his thoughts. Somewhere to get out of the heat would be nice too. {1, 10}

As he reached a small cave, he would make his way inside. Reaching into his backpack and lighting a single candle. Placing it upon an altar in the centre of the small chamber. Statues crumbled and destroyed, this cave was long since forgotten. He wondered what might have been here. There were hallways, which were caved in from some sort of earthquake and what not. {2, 20}

He had tried to push past rubble he could clear, but all he found was a small tomb with a sword in Infront of its gravestone. He didn’t touch the sword out of respect for whoever left it here. But thought of taking it later if he wanted a blade. Easing his way back out of the collapsed tomb room, Azuna would head back to the central chamber. He made sure to light a few more candles so that he could see into the darkness that consumed the small cave. {3, 30}

The boy would brush back his long strands of Black hair, he thought of some ways he could increase his durability. At this age, and point, he was much too weak to become a reliable shinobi in the future. Carefully removing his jacket and shirt, his eyes glazed over his frail and small body. Small stretch marks here and there, but nothing too serious. Giving his side a small pinch, he would begin his training. {4, 40}

Not having much to work with, the boy would find one of the broken statues. He didn’t like the idea of hitting this hard stone tablet, but it was the best way to increase his durability. Taking in a small shallow breath, the small boy reeled his hand back as far as he could. Holding in place for just a moment, a small wave of worry waving over him as he thought of what might happen once his fist connected with the stone. But the boy shook off the thought, bringing the full force of his knuckles into the side of the statue. {5, 50}

He froze for just a moment, as his body processed what he had done. Nearly instantaneously a wave of pain jolted through his body. Blood dripping down the side of the statue made him realize his grave mistake of trying to punch a statue without any sort of protection for his bare knuckles. He was a little scared and he even felt a bit nauseous by looking at the blood, but he took a look at what he had done. Pulling back his hand, Asahi would take a slow breath in an attempt to calm down, the adrenaline was getting to him is he needed to draw his thought away. It was only a scratch. Nothing to be worried about. {6, 60}

Azuna would take a quick moment to let the pain in his hand die down before looking over his knuckles. Luckily, nothing was broken. He made his way over to the statue, taking a moment to figure out a way to hit the statue without doing what he had done again, maybe he could try kicking it? But doing that would only result in possibly twisting his ankle and that would hurt as hell struck him. After a while, he found a solution and once he found a solution, he would use his palm to strike the statue in specific places to avoid fracturing his hand. It still hurt, yes, but at least there wasn’t going to be a serious injury. {7, 70}

As his training continued, he would adjust his attack on the statue. Using his legs rather than his hands. The first kick was the most painful, luckily he didn't break anything though. The cold stone colliding with his leg, he needed a moment to sit down and take in a few breaths. Getting back up, and returning to his training, he needed to find a way to do this without hurting himself. His legs nearly feeling numb, Azuna brushed his black hair and continued to think, though if he did so he would possibly just gain a headache. This was almost similar to the training his father had said he had done when he was younger. But not exactly close, the stone was a stand-in dummy. {8, 80}

Azuna had to make do with the stone, before moving to a different form of training his Durability. He would climb upon what was once a whole arm of the statue. Before wrapping his legs around its round shape, letting his body dangling over the ground below. It was a solid three-foot drop. He shook his head, getting back to his training, carefully doing crunches while dangling upside down. {9, 90}

He was a little nervous that he might fall due to much strain he was putting on his legs and lower body. The pain increasing with every curl, using his willpower alone to drive him forward. That was until he got to the point he couldn’t lift his body anymore. So he decided that now was a good of a time as any to end the training there. Gently lowing himself to the ground and back onto his feet.   {10, 100}

Oh yeah I got like 5 training blogs ready to post for the week lol.