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The two left the gym, Jigoku with an aching body from working out so intensely, and Mei, his mother, with a sore throat and weak voice from cheering him on so much. Exhaustion... It ate at his body and threatened not to allow him to move. But... He had to keep training. It was important that he keep training, he had to become powerful. He had to become a force to reckon with within Konohagakure. He had to become a man with a résumé like his father's with a better character. Maybe even become Hokage one day... The possibilities were endless, but he knew it started here. As a Genin, at the beginning of his Shinobi career. That meant there was no taking shortcuts... Not now. No taking the easy way out.
Jigoku spoke, a bit of concern in his voice. "Ma... I feel I'm not improving fast enough. That Grey guy... He graduated recently too, and he is already much more powerful than I am. How do I match up to that?"
Mei smiled. Jigoku didn't understand why she smiled, he was distressed. But she did. "Baby... The fact that you even ask that question proves you will become a powerful Shinobi. You work hard. You improve every day. And besides, you have someone as awesome as me to coach you."
Jigoku laughed. "Haha, thanks. I was thinking maybe go to the training grounds next and practice stances and striking Taijutsu dummies."
"Hey, don't call them dummies, that's not nice!"
Laughing, Jigoku made his way to the Konohagakure training grounds. The day was pleasant, so he made no attempt to hurry. He preferred to enjoy the walk and the company of his mother. Friendship was important to him, because when worst came to worst, and one has nothing they can do in a situation, it was your friends who had to get your back. His feet padded against the ground and with every contact his feet made, his legs threatened to buckle in their weakened state after having pushed himself so hard at the gym. It amazed him that the human body had to become so weak in order to become more powerful. It was strange... He was capable of so little right now, but when he recovered, he would become stronger. The world worked in mysterious ways.
Jigoku thought again of how much he appreciated his mother's presence on his training schemes. She cheered him on, whether he was doing terribly that day or quite well. He wasn't used to someone believing in him. It was strange, foreign even. Someone screaming at him that he was too weak to be an Uchiha was usually the norm for him. The difference between training under his father and training with his mother was drastically different. Even though his mother was no ninja, and she knew nothing of combat or Shinobi skills, she kept Jigoku motivated instead of feeling sorry for himself while his father screamed at him. Gratitude warmed his heart as he thought of how much he appreciated his mother, so he decided to tell her.
"Ma... Thanks for being here to support me. I know it's easy sometimes... The conditions I train under, watching me hurt myself sometimes..."
"No, it's my job as your mother to support you. Besides, it's not everyone who has a son who will become a greater hero to the village than Naruto Uzumaki one day. I love being here."
This was exactly the type of talk that kept Jigoku going. Kept him moving. He missed it while she was in prison... He was a different person back then. Always angry, never making opportunities come to himself. Never allowing himself to be happy and training all day with no progress because he did not believe in himself. He even quit the academy. "Really though Ma... Without you, I would never have the motivation needed to push myself so far. It means a lot for you to cheer me on."
A smile crossed the lips of Mei Uchiha as her son spoke. It warmed her extremities to be appreciated so much by someone so dear to her. "Well... One day, it will all be worth it. No more struggling to become powerful every single day. You will become a hero to the village one day, son. You will."
Jigoku marveled at the thought of being Hokage one day. He would surpass Hibari Hyuuga... Grey Uchiha would respect him... Minoki Senju, Kritika Hyuuga... All of them would look up to him and respect him for protecting Konoha. For becoming a hero. For saving the lives of everyone in the village. "Ma... I'll make you proud. I will. One day. I wish I could show you now, but I can't. It will happen one day, I promise you that."
There was no doubt in Mei's mind that Jigoku would be able to live up to the promises he made her. It was like he was all grown up, but he was only five feet tall and eleven years old. It amazed her. "Well, that all comes with training, so let's continue working hard today. We have about 6 hours until nightfall, let's make the best of it. Let's become that powerful Shinobi that you wish to be."
She was right, they needed to pick up the pace. Jigoku quickened his step in an attempt to get to the training field more quickly. The beautiful village passed by him like a slideshow. The scenery was amazing... The village bustled. Children ran around playing games. Hide-and-seek, tag, and ninja were just a few games being played around him. People went about their business, on their way to work or spending tine with family. Some were on their way to restaurants, or to go shopping, some were doing their own exercise by jogging. And some were just enjoying their daily stroll. There was a beauty to the chaos. There was some sort of underlying network to it. A network that kept the village running like a well oiled machine. That helped it maintain its status as the most powerful nation in the world.
Jigoku and his mother arrived at the training grounds. This particular training ground was said to be the same training ground that the Legendary Sakuro Hanuro, Sasuke Uchiha, and, most importantly, Naruto Uzumaki had their first training session with their teacher, Kakashi Hatake. The thought of it filled him with a sense of wonder. He thought about how Naruto had probably easily passed all of his training sessions with flying colors and how he was probably respected by all of his peers. Such a hero... He had to be an elite since a young age, it only made sense right?
The ground was a bit soft, probably from the light mist the village had the night before. It was fairly large, not some random square that people sparred in. There were small, light forests sprinkled about and a few lone trees, though much of the training field was simply grass and dirt. There were some training dummies standing here and there, and a few teams practicing their tactics, lightly dispersed throughout the massive field. Jigoku assumed there were more teams hidden in the woods, probably practicing covert tactics and stealth. Jigoku longed for a sensei... Not someone like his father, but an actual sensei... He was jealous of the kids here.
Jigoku approached one of the training dummies. He lowered his stance and centered his bodyweight, automatically feeling the burning in his legs that told him he had trained well that morning. He pivoted on his left foot and raised his right to kick the dummy, leaning into his kick a bit. Many people tended to make the mistake of leaning away from their kicks, which lessened the force one struck their target with but heightened the counterforce that could set someone off balance and allow their opponent an easy counterattack. This way, one could meet the counterforce with their weight and maintain perfect form and balance.
Planting his right foot back firmly on the ground in front of his left and keeping his knees bent in his lowered stance, Jigoku then lifted his left foot and rotated counter clockwise and struck the head of his training dummy with the heel of his left foot in roundhouse kick. The force was enough to knock the head off the dummy, but he kept moving with his combo anyway. Back in the position he was in before the roundhouse kick except with his feet shoulder width apart instead of together to prepare for the kick, Jigoku pivoted on his left foot so that his right was further away from the dummy and leaned back as if he was dodging an attack.
The Uchiha then stepped forward with his left foot and jabbed the dummy with his leg hand where the head would be. However, he didn't stop as he prepared for one last strike, bringing all of his weight forward along with his right knee, knocking the dummy off of its post and onto the ground.
WC: 1517
TWC: 2496
I3 -> A3