Quick Draw - Hitokachi Technique Learning

~Silently Juzo stood there, facing out over the vast desert of Wind Country, true to its namesake a breeze found itself winding around his body, twisting through his clothing and carrying loose straps of cloth and rope with it to dance. His breathing slowed to that of a controlled and measured state as a hand rested at the newly relocated weapon at his hip. His chakra was slowly being focused into the nerves throughout his sword arm, the tingling sensation that he was so fond of causing the hairs on his arm and the back of his neck to stand upright as he focused and reveled the slightest touch of wind caressing his skin. With a flash, the blade was drawn, the gleaming silver flashing out in front of him in a swift slash, though a frown touched his lips. Not fast enough, not even close. The blade was slowly stored again in its hardened-leather sheath, a deep breath was taken as he shook his arm out only to place the hand back onto the weapons hilt, the chakra focusing once more as to where it needed. Another flash of silver and his blade was drawn again, faster, but still not enough, he could do better.

~He dropped to the ground for a moment, crossing his legs and allowing the wind to whip about him as he sat relaxed for the time being as he closed his eyes. Recalling visions of what he had seen in the earliest of his childhood days in Kirigakure, watching his elders practice their techniques, katas, and daily rituals with their weapons. Another breath was taken in as his eyes opened and his rose to his feet, his hand once again finding its way to the hilt of his favored weapon, everything at that point was tuned out, the only sound he heard was the steady beat of his heart pumping blood through his veins, the slow inhale of his lungs being filled with air only to exhale and release it back out again resounding in the background, time had slowed as his eyes wandered the landscape. Sand twisting in the air in front of him moved as if a slow crashing wave on the beach, a final exhale was given and that gleam of silver flashed out in front of him only denoted by his arm simply not at his side anymore but outstretched and ready. Just so, perfect. The serious note on his face was soon washed away, his lips curling into a smile as he felt the sensation of the Quick Draw technique, confident now he reset his stance. His eyes closed for just a short moment before opening again, and with another flash of his polished blade it was out and ready to strike before an eyelid could blink.

~For hours he remained up on his perch, repeating this technique until he could do it without a second thought, until it became second nature to his muscles. Once finished with one arm, he shifted his belt, moving the sword to the other hip and began anew with his offhand. Before he knew it, the entire day had passed by, the sun moving into its last position of the day before it would dip down behind the horizon. Though nearly the entirety of a day was spent out on his dune of sand, he had accomplished much; at least for himself, to be proud of.

Approved.