Deadline Draws Near [Training, Yuuji, Alder]

As the sun barely started to rise, Yuuji quickly awoke in a state of panic, his forehead trickling with cold sweat as he looks around, relieved to be in his room before letting out a long sigh.
"The same nightmare, over and over again, along with the worries of the exams, they're just over a day away." 
He slowly pushed himself off from the bed as he dragged his feet across the floor, looking around for his clothes, one could say Yuuji wasn't the tidiest person in the world, instead of going for his usual attire, he wore a black vest which covered the bandages going across his chest, which continued round his right shoulder even further down around his right forearm and hand, while only having bandages wrapped around his forearm and hand on his left side, he placed on a pair of black trousers being held up by a white sash which hung against his left leg and places on a pair of black shinobi sandals,  after a quick adjustment to his hair he ties it into a short ponytail which sits against his neck near his shoulders, Yuuji would then place on his forehead protector  and began to  move onto preparing his ninja tools he would need for his training such as his kunai and shuriken, placing them all sealed together safely not to break the drawstring bag slung over his shoulder used to carry his equipment.
Seeing as he's all ready Yuuji walked towards the screen door of his room and slid it aside and exited before closing it behind him, it was way too early for his parents to be awake so he carefully tip-toed his away around the house, looking for something to eat, but unfortunately finds nothing but an apple somehow, his mother must of hidden all the good stuff in the house, taking his leave towards the front door with apple in his hand, Yuuji opened the door, leaving the house and closes it quietly behind him.

As Yuuji stepped outside, the sun continued to slowly rise into the sky, the rays hidden by the buildings around him, the streets being practically empty as he slowly began to walk along towards the training grounds with his bag over his shoulder and apple in hand, Yuuji takes a large bite from the apple, happily munching away as he looks around being left alone with his thoughts.
"I seriously can't believe the exams so close, I don't even know anything about the competition, no doubt people have been training hard, but I'll prove that my training has paid off more than theres."
Yuuji sounds rather confident with his words as he talks to himself with a mouthful of crushed apple, taking another large bite out of it and chews away.
After a few minutes of walking, Yuuji finally reached the training grounds, the area being completely deserted, not many people would be here round this time of day anyway, regardless of that fact he continued walking into the forested area of the training grounds to his usual spot.
As he stands in the open area he removes the drawstring bag from his shoulder and places it down against a nearby tree before opening it and grabs the belt of kunai before attaching it to his attire around his belt.

"Alright, time to see if this works after all."
Yuuji claps his hands together as he stares dead ahead to the tree infront of him before thrusting his palms forward as a powerful gale fires forward, as he rips the leafs off the trees it passes, he quickly removes one of the kunai from the belt as he throws it forward through the gale as it increases the kunais projectory speed and increases the threat it would impose if someone where to get hit by it as it sticks deep within the bark of a tree.
He can't help but smirk as he sees that his new technique has paid off, hoping that he'll be able to make good use of it, he leaves the kunai where it rests before removing the belt of kunai from his attire and places it down onto the drawstring bag and prepares to practise one of his clans jutsus, the eight trigrams, sixty four palms of the hand.
"Aim even higher, that is the destiny of the Hyuga."
Yuuji raises his voice as he says this, the look of determination strong in his eyes.

WC: 736
Wind Release: Wind Gale Palm 500/500
Eight Trigrams, 64 Palms 236/500

Early in the morning Alder set out for his training normally he trained on his own compound but today he would carry out the task of learning new jutsu in a new setting.  Alder had already been up for a half despite the sun not being up yet.  Whether he was working or not he always awoke early putting on white tshirt and loose fitting black pants that stopped just below his calf.

Alder ate a light breakfast and finished his ginseng tea before heading out the door grabbing his scarf, which he only avoided wherein when temperatures were quite high.

Heading for the training grounds the sun slowly started to rise and not many people were out.  Alder still waved to those he did see. Some were probably headed off to work others just early risers like himself.

The forest was only dimly lit and you could hear the sounds of the wild life some heading home other waking up.  There was no place like the outdoors, taking a deep breath he journeyed further until he reached a clearing where someone was already hard at work.  As he approached he could hear the young person’s frustration not that he was ease dropping.  Apparently he had been training for his exam.  Smiling Alder thought of his own exam. “Work hard but don’t be hard on yourself, the exams are always different just like missions.”  Not want to disturb him he walked off a little further still within an ear shot but not so close that any jutsu they were working on should impact the other.  

For years Alder had worked to hone his craft sabotage, infiltration, and espionage these were Alder’s specialties.  One of Konoha’s Hokage had invented a technique, superior to a bunshin that gave form to making it a solid replica of oneself.  Alder’s aim would be to learn the shadow clone jutsu and then combine it with his own nature of ration.  For this training standing wasn’t needed so he say down with his legs folded in a spot he knew the sun would soon hit.  Concentrating he weaved the signs he had learned.  Focusing his chakra he tried to not only create the image but give form by splitting his own chakra with the clone.  Making bunshins was easy after all it was academy level but dividing his chakra was much harder to accomplish.  Sometime the clones didn’t look like clones but instead oddly shaped  bundles of chakra. Taking inventory of what he had done so far. Alder thought it best that he should try something different.  After all this was training speed wasn’t important once he figured out how the jutsu worked then he could make it combat ready.  This Alder let the chakra stay in his body before weaving the Shadow clone signs. This time results were the same they had been standing up he went to examine what he had created.  It certainly look like him but didn’t speak or mirror his movement so at least that was progress. But when Alder touched it wasn’t solid passing his hand through it shimmered chakra. Sighing he this jutsu began to take its toll on him because of all the spent chakra. As the semi clone creation vanished Alder looked toward the young man he who also had been training.  By the sound of things he was having more success at whatever he was working on.

WC 571/1500

Yuuji sends a quick flurry of palms strikes into the air before him, reaching the thrity-two mark before quickly halting his his movements as he looks around curiously, once again having the certain feeling that he was being watched, Yuuji looked around between the openings in the trees but couldn't see anything, he tried listening out for anything odd but all that rang through his ears was the sound of the wildlife around him, whatever it was he highly doubted that he'd have to activate his Byakugan.
If Yuuji wasn't in the training grounds or inside the village, no doubt he'd of activated them and charged whatever was there after the incident all those years ago.
None the less he continued with his training as he took a few steps back into position and raised his hands, delivering a swift series of palm strikes to the air infront of him, first striking two consecutive times, secondly another two consecutive strikes making that four, thirdly striking the air four consecutive times to make eight strikes, so far each strike increasing with speed and power, the fifth time round he makes sixteen consecutive strikes to make thirty-two, the sixth set ends up in a flurry of thirty-two strikes to make the total of sixty four strikes, on the very last strike as he stomps his right foot down onto the ground and bends both of his knees as he pulls back his right first before delivering the final strike to the air, nature didn't stand a chance in this case.
Seeming alittle annoyed with himself he shakes his head from side to side.
"No no, I need to strike faster, I can't leave out any openinigs, again dammit!"
Yuuji again sets himself back a few paces as he turns to the original position, repeating the routine once more.


[E X I T]
WC: 302
Wind Release: Gale Palm 500/500
Eight Trigrams, Sixty Four Palms 538/500

Standing up Alder began to stretch perhaps standing would be better this was supposed to be training after stretching his muscles Alder noticed just how much the training was beginning take a toll on. It was still early the sun had not reached it highest point but Alders shirt was drenched.  “I could really use a food pill right about now.”  Laughing he got back to it this was not time to think about what he had wished he had done.  He attempted yang release technique once more creating something out nothing was indeed a tall order.

Shadow clone WC 668/1500

The time goes back a little more than three years ago Alder’s team was facing
Training the rasengan
Alder had been looking to create a technique that was not reliant on hand seals normally he was long range fighter but had learned firsthand the importance of each second in battle.  There were shinobi and other dangers out there who were incredibly fast and others with prowless in strealth.  Should someone bridge that gap in space a person reliant on weaving hand signs would be out of time and the battle would be lost and potentially their life
For a Jounin producing chakra in specific parts of the body, that were large enough in quantity it was visible, a simple task for most Jounin.  Calling forth chakra independent of seals was normally used for chakra flow techniques and walking on surfaces other than the ground.  But maybe it could be used differently.  In his hand he brought forth his chakra so that it covered his fist it would make his strike hurt more but it was by no means something that was technique worthy of a name anyone accomplish that.  The area was windy and Alder was on the rooftop of a building overlooking a the park where the children often played.  The seasons were changing and it had gotten a little cold so Alder was dressed warmly. No matter how he tied his scarf it seem that it didn’t want to stay in place.  Time after time it whipped out swung around and slay him in the face before he would take it and shove back his ANBU armor.   Ninjutsu required chakra to take shape.  Right now the chakra wasn’t being shaped just emitted from his hand therefore it looked like a fist.  But what shape could be accomplished quickly without the need of hand seals, while being an acceptable offensive technique.  Alder stopped emitting chakra as he thought.  Forming a chakra knife or sword was possible.  But he wasn’t good handling weapons and something that large manifested from his hands would take to long and defeat the purpose.  Chakra was easier used to coat weapons not manifest them.  The there the traditional 3D shapes.  Alder was about to dismiss this thought when he figured a pyramid point might make for an effective weapon.  Extending his right hand in front of his body again the chakra took the form of a fist before extending out.  The chakra moved the sides attempting to flatten and come to a point where his fingers met.  Just when he thought he almost had the shape his scarf would hit him again the face. Frustration caused him to let go of the chakra as  he reached to grab the scarf once more his stopped and looked at it.  His eyes caught his clans symbol and he traced the spiral, with his finger, until reaching the center.  A lump of chakra would only have little more than Alder’s own strength.  It needs to be focused and become denser to get better results.  In order get it denser it should not be manifested on his whole fist that would just way it down and make harder focus.  Focusing on the center of his palm he molded his chakra attempting to create at dome shape and maintain it was very taxing even in this cool weather.   Hearing loud cheering Alder looked up this time he didn’t loose enough focus that the technique would break. One of the kids and launched the base far high the air it was headed in Alder’s direction so as it got closer he could see it clearer being the genius he was Alder knew that the speed and trajectory of the ball would not allow it to hit him. But instead he ran the edge of the roof channeling chakra in his feet to increase his speed jumping forward using the buildings edge he caught the ball.  The kids were far and slow but Alder wasn’t looking to steal the ball but he did want it.  When someone finally came for it he spoke young person who came looking for it.  A young Sora 12 years old inheritor the Hyuuga’s white eyes it was no surprise that he was able to see exactly where the ball went.  Holding out his hand he requested ball back. Instead Alder offered him and his friends money for their time and to buy as many balls as they find and carry.  When they came back they had a wide variety of balls and Alder had decided baseballs not to be ideal he wanted the ones filled with air.  Giving back the base ball and any other ball that didn’t meet his needs Alder walked off with the balls in order train.  No longer would he use the shape of a pyraymid but instead a sphere because of its shape it would be able to maintain its self if Alder to get it to rotate fast enough.  The force of that rotation would be enough to function as his technique. It would take many months and hours of training but one day it would be called the Rasengan.

Trained Rasengan 860/800