•Chapter Eight-More Training
-One week later-
[Name: Muhon Hannya]
[Age: 12(+24)]
[Overall LVL: Chuunin]
[Stats: STR(12410), END(12410), AGI(12410), VIT(12410), COM(12440)]
A week passed like a blur. Under the effect of Yamamotos intensive training, Muhon improved leaps and bounds, even shocking his sensei.
"Y-you brat… what are you being fed!?"
It was the first time he had seen his sensei's mask crumble completely as he was looked upon with a disgusted expression. Muhon chuckled and took it as a compliment.
"I seem to remember Yamamoto-sensei saying something along the lines of, 'this training will only nourish your growth'.'"
He remembered these exact words. At that time he was in a state of utter confusion and pain. It was then that he began to truly dislike Yamamoto.
But, the effects of the training were undeniable. And because of the beatings he received throughout the week, the relationship between him and Yamamoto improved. More so than that of his teammates.
Muhon repped out his push-ups like it was another one of his daily chores. The weights that once felt as if the earth was crushing his core, were now light as a feather.
"Hmm, little brat." Yamamoto crossed his arms, as still as a statue. "This still isn't normal."
Despite his words and tone, he made no attempt to hide the wide smile blooming on his face. He watched Muhon go through several more sets of sit ups, push-ups, crunches, and squats.
'Haha, thank you Lord Third! Even though my two other students are lacking, this monster makes up for it.'
Aside from the obvious gain of strength and speed, Muhon's ability to understand and learn were a cut above. Yamamoto could attest to that.
Within two days of his blindfold training, Muhon was somewhat able to react to his attacks. Only two days!
"Back then it took me two weeks," he grumbled.
As time went on, his attacks were having less of an impact on Muhon. Nowadays, Muhon could take a nearly full powered punch from Yamamoto without rocking to the side. If before Yamamoto felt he was striking tofu, then now it was heavy metal.
Yamamoto peered at the clouds drifting in the sky, ignoring the grunts in the background.
'What did I do to become so blessed?'
Muhon, drenched in sweat, finally completed his exercises. He glanced at his Yamamoto, and sighed as he saw his crescent eyes.
'What's he up to this time.'
Yamamoto laid out a scroll on the ground. A puff of smoke later and there existed a brand new set of weights.
"Here. Try these. They should be about ten times heavier than the ones your wearing."
Yamamoto nodded dropping his weights to the ground.
- Thud!
- Thud!
- Thud!
As he put on the new set, he could once again feel the forces of gravity acting against him. This time he was able to handle it better and could at least walk.
"Come with me."
Yamamoto led the way as they strolled to a river of sorts. Next to the river was a long rope tied to a large Boulder.
Muhon sighed and took off his shirt, leaving him in his black shorts. It wasn't hard to guess what was next.
"How far?"
-
Safe to say, it was decently far. Yamamoto had set two cones that were his indicators telling him to turn around. Muhon knew he definitely swam more than a thousand yards back and forth.
His lungs burned when he jumped out the water, panting. He held his chest as he felt it's intense tightening.
His legs and arms, which were relatively fine before the exercise, burned with soreness.
'Ah~ I hate training.'
Muhon thought.
It was a love and hate relationship. In the moment, he definitely hated it. However, when he reaped the benefits from it, he loved it.
Even with his system, Muhon still had to train. Otherwise, how would he know his limits and how to use his body to his full potential? It was a necessary part to his evolution as a shinobi.
It still sucked though.
Right at this moment he wanted to do nothing more than to lie down and watch the birds fly away.
"Haha! Not so tough now, are ya?"
Yamamoto's head popped out to the side. "You completed ten laps. Next time we'll bump it up to twelve or so since it looks as if you still have some left in the tank."
Muhon nodded, although he really meant the opposite. In which way did he seem like he had extra energy to spare?
"Take a quick break. Then we can finish this session off with chakra control exercises." Yamamoto once again looked at the sky and then down to his watch. "It's been almost seven hours. Your endurance and stamina has improved. Greatly."
- crunch!
- crunch!
- snap!
The two looked at the source of the noise. Yamamoto had long sensed the person within the vicinity and greeted them when they arrived.
"Little lady. Todays an off day, you know?"
Sayaka locked eyes with him. "I want to train."
Sayaka was unable to resist the urge to come to the training field, even on their off day. She didn't expected the two of them to be here, but when she arrived on the field there was evidence someone was there a few minutes prior.
After she searched around a little, she found them.
"Well as you can see…" Yamamoto looked over to Muhon. "We've just about finished up. And I don't really feel like overseeing your training either."
Sayaka frowned. Why must Yamamoto always be like this?
"Ah! Nevermind. I do have a use for you after all. After you guys finish your chakra control exercises, I'll have you two spar it out as the finisher. Apologies Muhon, I lied earlier."
"It's fine."
-
For the rare cases like Muhon who had significantly less chakra than the general population, chakra control was key. If he moulded more chakra than necessary for a specific task, he would find himself quickly tired out from its loss.
Sayaka had many times more chakra than Muhon. That was also why chakra control was more important for her. Since she had more chakra that meant it was harder to control and delegate throughout her body.
This was proven by how much she kept falling into the river.
- Splash!
Muhon scratched his cheek as he stood calmly on the water. He made no attempt to help the girl as she climbed back out and tried again.
- Splash!
There was a time Muhon couldn't even dream to walk on water. And here he was, playfully running on the water doing flips.
- Splash!
Sayaka saw him and grinded her teeth. She was from one of the noble clans of Konohagakure, and he was a civilian.
So why… why couldn't she do it?
Was she truly untalented like Yamamoto said? Even back in the academy, no matter hard she worked, she couldn't touch those at the top of the class.
'They must be working harder than me behind closed doors.'
She would often tell herself that.
But she knew that was false. She had observed the clan heads son, Shikamaru Nara; and the boy did nothing but laze around all day. Even at the Nara compound, his training was what one could hardly call intensive.
"Hmm…"
Yamamoto suddenly appeared behind her. Lost in her thoughts she failed to become aware of his presence.
"W-what?"
"Your moulding your chakra the wrong way. I didn't bother to pay attention last time, but you are aware the way you mould chakra is dependent on how your hair grows right?"
Yamamoto took her silence and blank expression as sign that she had indeed, not known. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Aiya, how did you get through the academy like this? Try moulding it clockwise instead."
Sayaka nodded and did what was told. Instantly she could spot the change. The spiraling of her chakra was smooth and fast. Unlike before when it took a great deal of mental power to drag it through the mud.
"You welcome."
Yamamoto smiled. And for a moment Sayaka was fooled by that smile.
"Your still trash, though."
Bastard.
-
"Here are the rules." Yamamoto stood in between his two students. "The first person to knock out or force their opponent into submission wins."
Sayaka snuck a glance at Muhon. He was shirtless and even she could not resist the temptation to look. 'What kind of training makes someone's body like that?'
She was almost jealous. It was good thing Muhon had a blindfold on. Speaking of that, that was one of the reasons she observed that this spar was unfair.
Muhon was weighed down and he was blind. On top of that, she had been allowed to throw whatever attack she could at him. But he was restricted to Taijutsu.
It was unfair… however, she wanted to see what made her sensei so confident.
"Do be careful. You guys can start."