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The ground had turned to sludge as the torrential rains kept pouring down onto the earth. The chuunin's cloak flapped hard and wildly in the wind as he came across the lake. Waves beat hard against the shore and the white foam could be scene even from a far distance away.

 

This would be where he perfected his chakra control.

 

He walked to the shore and the wind beat hard and harder, the sound of the crashing waves getting louder as he finally reached the sand. He through off his robe and his vest, leaving his upper body bare. He went to the edge of the waters, finally stepping onto them using Suimen. Water walking.

 

There were few, if any, in his rank that came to Ken's level of chakra control. Having been a genjutsu specialist even since his academy days, his chakra control had been the most important aspect of his training and his skill as a ninja. For most, the training he was doing now would be far too extreme. The aim of the training was to maintain Suimen while performing genjutsu on himself, then performing high level ninjutsu as much as he could while conserving more chakra than the jutsu needed, or exerting more chakra than the jutsu needed. This was the only way the chuunin thought he'd be able to improve on his chakra control.

 

He stepped over a wave, his body jarring over the moving hill of water. He made sure to get a good feel for the water, getting used to the slight changes he made in his chakra to keep it repelling off the water just enough to keep him above it. He thought of the self training he did for Suimen as a Genin, and how he had so much trouble with it. Now however, it came as a second nature. But putting more thought into it helped him realize just exactly what "chakra control" really meant.

 

He took a deep breath and focused. He focused his chakra a bit more, and used Chill on himself.

 

Let's see how this goes now...

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It made his concentration waver, but he still knew what it was. On top of the fact that he was out in the wet and cold half naked anyways helped him be able to handle it regardless. And although it made him waver a bit, Ken was still riding the waves. His chakra was concentrated, and even after performing a jutsu on himself, he was able to handle the situation flawlessly.

 

The fact that he was already skilled at controlling his chakra made him worried before coming to train. Being incredibly skilled at something and wanting to break the plateau of that skill level meant drastic measures. He had to shatter a a high point that even to those who were skilled was high above them. He tried to factor everything into this training he could. The lake itself was known for violent waves, the storm that had blown in was quite ferocious, the winds were whipping more than they had in many seasons; Ken simply tried to pit every factor he could against himself to help his growth.

 

More. I need to do more if I want to get stronger.

 

Ken put his hands together, forming seals atop the raging waves. They came together and he let out a small shout.

 

"Mokuton: Shichuka no Jutsu!"

 

Suddenly, on the shore, a full blown house appeared. Two stories tall, and it could hardly be called simple. Even from the outside, small wooden carvings could be seen. Even the symbol of Rikuhi could be seen on the porch above the door. Ken had concentrated the "normal" amount of chakra for that house. But we wasn't about to just stop at one house...

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Mokuton: Shichuka no Jutsu was classified as a B rank ninjutsu. It was one of the highest level ninjutsus Ken had, and he knew that it took a toll on him. Using it one time wasn't a problem, but he was attuned to his body enough to tell just how much chakra he was pumping out of him to be able to concentrate on Suimen at the same time he was throwing out high level ninjutsu.

 

He was starting to feel that he would finally be getting something out of his training.

 

He steadied himself again, and this time he was going to concentrate on his chakra enough to make the house only one story high. He flipped through the seals again, just as fast as he had been going before and he spat out the same words.

 

"Mokuton: Shichuka no Jutsu!"

 

Another wooden house appeared on the shore next to the one he had made before. He had achieved his goal, and this time the house was only one story tall. Together, the pair of houses looked something like a house and a garage. Ken didn't feel the same strain as he had when he made the other house obviously since this time he exerted less chakra. His repelling off the water with Suimen was going along fine as well and he felt a little bit more confident in what he was about to do next. His hands flipped slowly through the seals this time, and he concentrated hard on his chakra.

 

"Mokuton: Shichuka no Jutsu!"

 

He he sank a bit into the water, and a wave hit his back hard almost knocking him straight down into the dark waters of the lake. On the shore, a house three stories tall appeared next to the other two. Far more elaborate then the first had been even. Ken tried to crawl back up to the top of the water, but the waves jarred his body more and more as he tried to make his way to the top. Eventually, he was thrown down into the water altogether.

 

Shit.

 

He wanted to gasp for a breath of air, but he stopped himself for love of his own life. He swam to the surface again. The fact that the Chill genjutsu he cast on himself was still affecting him a bit didn't help the situation at all, but this was his true training now. He concentrated as best he could and as drained as he was. He concentrated and focused on his chakra. The chakra in the palms of his hands so he could push himself back up to the top of the water.

 

WHOOSH!

 

A wave toppled over him as he reached his head out of the water for a second to get a breath of air. The wave pounded him straight back down into the water and he was back where he started.

 

Concentrate...Concentrate...Don't panic.

 

He knew from the beginning that this was going to happen. He knew that if he wanted to break past the plateau he was at, he would need to put his life on the line and be able to make himself concentrate enough to be able to save himself from this situation.

 

I can't die here now. I can't just let myself end up dead from simple training. I have too much to live for. I have a wife. I'm going to have a child. I have my duty to my village and the duty to the people I want to protect and heal and fight for.

 

Concentrate...

 

I'm not going to die here. I'm going to realize how strong I am. I'm going to progress further and further.

 

A hand jut out of the black water. The cold rain wouldn't let it escape the wetness even when out of the lake, but the hand reached up towards to heaven regardless of the mocking weather. Another hand reach out, and now they were pushing down on the water as if it was a solid and Yasuragi Ken's head emerged from the water. He took a gasp of air, never stopping his return to the top of the water. A wave came towards him, but he leaped up out of the water, jumping over it, back down onto the water standing firmly on it, riding the ripples left in the wake.

 

I'm going to get stronger.

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The storm had since passed and the sun began making it's way over the horizon. The aspiring medical ninja laid underneath a a thick sleeping bag within the small of the three houses he had created during the previous day. His sleep was a dreamless, tired sleep. A truly exhausting rest. He had pushed his limits to something they've never been to before, and in his recovery is where he would find his strength. Or so he though.

 

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just lazy when I sleep this long.

 

He thought to himself as he looked at the light that began to creep into the room from outside. He lay motionless, and began trying to simply put his thoughts back in order and get his wits about him. He had lost track of time completely, but judging by the growling of his stomach, he had been out far longer than he had intended to stay asleep.

 

He spent the rest of the early morning preparing for his trip out. A return visit home, and then he would start his pilgrimage through the villages in search of his own self training.

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