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Post by Hayate Fuku on Oct 10, 2013 19:00:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right words • 2556/2500 | tags • people | notes • notes, short text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" It was a simple enough journey. Leave the village, go train a little; one of the last ones and then go request a holiday. Simple enough? Yeah right. Fuku had been assigned a nothing to do for him. Following the death of his wife. This was probably one of the last sessions he was going to be going on before he went on a holiday. Though, the training and killing of time would provide a warm welcoming to the usual void that was his mind as he conciously had to keep it clear of thoughts. Leaving the village just like he had anticipated, Fuku did not go to his usual training spot that he and Iku had somewhat adopted; no, he went further than that. It was a warm day; that of a no wind, no cloud kind of day which was fairly unusual for Mizu no Kuni. He had even took off his jacket- revealing just a long sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows, and the bare minimum. Bag, shinobi boots and trousers. Samehada on his back, he was well and truly with the faries as he dissapeared from the sights of the gates. Moving through the bogs was no simple task; but he managed. He was just about getting control of walking on water via chakra control. It was good, but bad. Since Fuku had such a large chakra pool it was hard not to output the right amount. Always giving off too much and blasting Fuku from the water. But either way, it was progress. It was just... overdue and late. The trudging through mud and dirt eased his mind as he relaxed; breathing in and out ever so deeply and enjoying the nature around him. This was all like a mental reprisal and therapy session that he needed. Sure, there were psych stuff that Fuku needed to go through because of the close relation; but Fuku had pretty much passed that with a breeze and while it wasn't nice to say, it was the truth. He had to move on; or not move on exactly, but learn to remember at the right times. Right now was not one such moment. Fuku, suddenly thinking about Iku gave note that it would've been nice to bring her along. Too late for that. She was definitely making a great student, and if she didn't catch up to Fuku soon, he would begin to have his doubts. She was a damn good swordsman now- and a force to be reckoned with. He had rubbed off his personality onto her to becoming a harsher person when the situation called for it. She was bloodthirsty- she still had aways to go... but she was good enough for now. He didn't need to babysit her anymore. Speaking of which, what was it she said she was doing today? They had a brief interaction earlier in the morning, which might've been a mission or something like that. Something involving paperwork. Anyway, to say the least she was busy today and Kubikiribochou wasn't on her list. It was on her back. Not funny, Fuku. his own attempt at a pun hadn't even made himself chuckle. How sad. Fuku stopped, looking around in his surroundings- it was pretty good. Just a dead area of land, with a lake directly in the middle with dark blue water- a beautiful color. Fuku dropped off his stuff, fused with Samehada and went to work. It was all simple stuff from here on out. Starting with a basic fitness test, it was press-ups. Making sure that his body was perfectly aligned, he took his time with each breath- going downwards to that perfect ninety-degree angle, and back up to full height without locking his arms, a completely straight back. That was good enough. After completing a hefty set, he continued onto sit-ups, wrapping his legs up against a tree, plugged into the floor. Each time he brought his body up, he sat there for ten seconds in a rigid posture. That was killing his core. This went by a little slower, and hurt a hell of a lot more. Sitting there in such a rigid position was locking out his muscles, if he didn't lay down soon his stomach would've broke. Figuratively speaking. "Come on, shit... this feels like it's been a long time coming." The words had been wheezed out, he hadn't really tested himself in a long while. It was a lot harder doing it by yourself too- trying to push yourself without anybody to tell you otherwise. You could easily stop on your own terms. After all, who would stop you? But Fuku was not like that. He was stubborn. Fuku started doing burpees- significantly hampered by destroying his core earlier. By the time he had finished, a sheen of light reflected from his body, from the sweat. But oh no, this was just a warmup. Now was the hard stuff. Bringing himself up to a tree, he wrapped his legs around one of the outreaching branches, before curling them around some smaller branches a small height above the bigger one- then leaned back. The world became upside-down and Fuku hung there for a couple of seconds. Fuku didn't find any kind of profound thought in this moment, and was a moment of confusion. What was he supposed to be doing again? Ah, yes. and began doing situps. Each time he went down a exasperated sigh as he went down- a mixture of relief and anger. Kind of an annoying way to do something. His thoughts were only focused on his bodily movements and nothing other than. His energy had been ignited, and his endurance chucked into overdrive. He had a lot more in his tank. The time went by quickly as Fuku was doing things with the tree, as attacking it, conditioning his body or just doing general insane exercises. But now? He slumped down, taking a small rest- breathing intensely. That really had hurt. That was one way to do a workout. Fuku had pretty much obliterated his own body. His shirt had long since become a towel adorning his body, become translucent to the currently chiselled body. That was because of the workout; it was only at it's best state because of the tenseness in his body. What he needed to do now, was stretch. Bringing himself up to his feet, having to place his hands on his knees to help him get up. He took a sip from the water bottle in his bag and took a sip, to help ease off the small cramp in his thigh. Then began leaning himself outwards in all kinds of directions. He noted though, it would probably help if he wasn't fused with Samehada. Unfusing for the moment, he leaned Samehada against the tree. He could begin to relax as his body cooled down. After stretching, he looked back to the lake and shrugged. Running to it- and bombing into the water. It was cold, but it would help wash off the salt from his sweat that would crystallize and otherwise annoy the fuck out of Fuku. Dunking himself directly underneath it, he enjoyed the soothing sensation of the water. Thankfully his mind had been cleared. His thoughts turned to Iku at the time. It was weird. I keep thinking about the girl. Do I care too much? he wasn't quite sure how to respond to himself. That could've been interpreted in many different ways. He couldn't think about that now though. Now it was time to get back to the village, request his holiday and go pack. It wasn't like he wasn't going to stay if they said no, either. - - - - - - - - - - Fuku had thoroughly washed in the lake... and now he stunk a little bit. He needed to go home, have a bath and go out. Probably have a nice dinner in a resturant. By himself. Actually, pass on that...I might go visit Kozo-san. that was probably the better idea. Packing up his things, and soaking a little bit he began making his way back to Kirigakure no sato. He had to stop a couple of times to get his bearings, as notably as going "What the fuck?" as he looked around, having completely forgotten which direction he had come from but alas he had gotten himself onto the right path. The gates of Kirigakure came out fairly quickly- a graceful sight which took away Fuku's breath. Well. Not really, but it was a nice thing to say about the gates- so big. It was one of those things that unless you were incredibly powerful, liked summons or explosives... well. Good luck taking it down. Walking through the gate, getting everything sorted and back to his apartment was an easy feat. It was getting into his house which was going to be the problem. Where the fuck did I put my key? he put a few moments into finding it and he didn't. He sighed- before punching a hole through the door and unlocking it from the other side. That wasn't the first time he had to do that. He would get it repaired. Stepping inside he closed the door behind him and stripped naked, grabbing his clothes and putting them into the washing machine. Naked in his own home. It was only when he had turned around that he saw the tomato face of Iku. "Oh, for fuck sake..." he realized why he didn't have a key. He had given it to Iku to look after whilst he was on holiday. Fuku didn't even blink twice as he walked past her, in lieu of covering his private parts. "I thought you were coming here later, not that you would be here now." after a very small brief conversation from Iku, with her downstairs and Fuku shouting up from upstairs, she dismissed herself. Before she could leave, she would probably Fuku laughing. Zero fucks, that was one of the best expressions I've ever seen. "You have very good self control, Iku!" Fuku called after her leaving. That too, being naked was not an unusual thing about him. He too, had some really drunk nights. It was then, that his clothes tended to become seriously uncomfortable. Though, she would have to pay slightly for seeing the man naked. Not money, that is. But he turned on his shower, and allowing the hot water to embolish over him- so he could wash properly in a nice warm environment. With all of that out of the way, he got himself dressed properly before taking the time to feed Samehada, and then before he left he forget that he actually needed to pack some stuff! Turning on his heel, he began packing some clothes- leaving a note for Iku, a small apology and some notes for her before looking around. It was in a suitable state; and hoped it would stay that way. Looking over to one side of the room was a picture of Kyoko and Fuku together. He smiled at the picture, turned and left the house. It hadn't took any more than an hour. Well... that was a long time for a guy. Fuku stepped outside, and towards one of the favourite places- Kozo's place. It hadn't took long to get there, the only thing accompanying Fuku was the sword on his back. His famed sword that always brought him eyes wherever he went. He was an elite and of course he was treated like one- but he was kind enough not to kill them back. Not unlike Akido either. Fuku took the time to stop outside the shop in which he had been split into two. He took a moment to mourn for the swordsman who had too much of a cocky attitude. But it was a long time since gone and both he and Iku had grown- bouncing off one another. Making Fuku bite her and giving her scars. Not bad either. Stepping underneath the curtain of Kozo's resturant, Fuku focused in on the man- happily away at his cooking. He sat himself down, waiting for the man to notice Fuku's arrival. He did, but carried on cooking for his other customers. Not a problem. Once he had been freed up a little bit, he went over to Fuku. "Fuku-san, pleasure." Kozo had heard the news too. Fuku looked up at the man, eyes like steel. "Don't try and comfort me Kozo-san." and the older man nodded. That was the simplest but most crude way to explain it. But it was something they needed to get out of the way. "Hai. Same old, Fuku-san?" and Fuku nodded. He left it at that. Fuku got his food in a quick manner. Probably because the older man was working in overdrive. Having finished, he whipped the towel over his shoulder, and leaned on the counter opposite Fuku. Fuku sat there quietly eating. "You know, just let me know when the funeral is, so I can attend." Kozo spoke quietly to the man, to which Fuku looked up and nodded- then went back to his food. Most of the preperations had been took care of. The funeral would take place after Fuku returned. He felt it being slightly selfish; but he needed it. Not that Kyoko would be able to punish him in this life. Fuku took the opportune time to finish his food abruptly. He needed to leave now. Getting up and slamming the money down on the table. "Kozo-san? Thank you." and Kozo looked up from his position and crossed arms. "You're welcome. Take care, Fuku-san." Fuku began walking to the main building that would take care of his appeal. The walk was quiet now, and the rush-hour had died down and people returned to their workplaces. Walking inside the building and to where he needed to be it didn't take long for his process to be put through. It was all due process and all Fuku did was speak to some people, write out a slip, sign it- and do a couple of other things. The only thing was that he was a swordsman of the mist. "What the fuck does it matter? There are six other swordsmen other than me, it's not like I'm the only capable one of us." Fuku growled out, and the request had been formally granted- allowing Fuku to leave the village for a total of two weeks. This was going to help him clear his head. But there it was. Finally leaving the building and going to exit through the doors, before turning back. "Also, I need a door replaced. Check my file for my address. Try your best to get someone to do that today, like a Genin or something." and he left. He had all of his things already like he had previously mentioned, he got to the gates of Kirigakure and took a moment of silence. Closing his eyes, as soon as he stepped through that gate he would be leaving his problems at the edge of the gate. Finally coming around and opening up his eyes, he took the final step through the gate and felt a weight dissapear from his body. And there it was, off he went. C O M P L E T E |
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