Our Dogma; Instructions to bloom [Yamanaka,Yasuichi's Training Thread]

The grit left by the harsh air left a chalky taste on Yasuichi's tongue. Salty was not enough to describe it as he closed his eyes from another hazing of sand that suspended itself in the numerous gusts. A stinging rawness left on the exposed skin of the foreigner as the beaming Sun left nothing to chance scalding him for daring to tread the imposing villiage with near blistering skin. How these people managed to surive these conditions day in and day out boogled young Yasuichi's mind. A testament to conditioning he supposed as he thanked a shopper keeper from a headdress. Apparently as rough and hardcore as the Sand Villiager's reputation had been, deep down they were a kind and hearthwarming people. Great allies, and even better friends with such hospitality.

"Thank you." He spoke offering to yield some money from his purse, yet the man declined. Grasping hold of the reigns of his pack beetle and heading on down the cliched dusty windswepted road. A bit of enviromental mystery that teasted at the Genin's mind while he covered himself. Thoughts flooding into his mind of his pass mantle that was defiled by a firey techinque gone wrong. As he trotted down the road, dodging and being dodged by passerbys, he frowned feeling exteremely lonely.

Heading to the lodging his family stayed at, his mother greeted him with a simple show of affection. Pursing her lips as he came by applying a bit of blissful affection as she caressed his forehead with a series of three pecks. Causing his brow to scrutinize her without words dropping is bag on the table. Yet, his mother being who she was headed to a vase. Rearranging the violet decorum as a rustic voice interrupted the silence with a single statement.

"See it?"

WIthout hesitation, well a lie, Yasuichi did wipe his brow. Not to remove the tender love his mother greeteed him with; oh no, just to get the slobber he was sure she left behind. Mothers these days he was a Genin afterall.

"Got it," Yasuichi spoke up grabbing a scroll on the table and saught to acquire where his father was located. Somewhere in the back he guessed.

Breathlessly Yasuichi clamored to form the spiritual handseals. He father stick a bell hehind back of Yasuichi's head; as the cat the Genin was aiming for purred, well Yasuichi believed the demonic entity snickered but, he was too deep in lack of concentration to derail progress even more. Yasuichi looked up to his father as he shuck his head. "Go get dinner son." He spoke, no resentment, no frustration, utterly stable and calm as always.

It caused his heart to sink as Yasuichi bowed his head in respect and bolted for the door, his mother folding her arms as he peered out. He knew she wanted him to go back and train. To make his father proud of his son's accomplishments. The boy knew that if he ever wanted to really show how much he had grown, then he would have to achieve the basics. He would need to acquire what it was that turned a shinobi into a hero. If he ever wanted the recognition of his father or the acknowledgmet of his clan then he needed to learn their most fundamental techique.

The basics.

Turning now, his mother giving a silent and firm nodded as she set the table. Yasuichi bowed to his father. Respectfully asking to continue. The elder Yamanaka said nothing. However unknown to most outside their home walls, A exchange of commentary went between the two. More than simply words; thoughts, feelings, emotion traveled through the medium of the air. After a pause, Yasuichi stood tall. His father gave him everything he needed to pursue further and he gathered up his chakra and continue to seal. The Cat, snoozing as a perfect subject, and before long after the seal was complete everything went black as a thud boomed from all over rupturing the sincerity that had come over the Genin.

Looking down, Yasuichi saw his body lifeless laying there, and although a proudness had overtaken him. Alarm sounded in his mind as he just stared. He stared from behind his topaz coloured eyes. Looking over his corpse for lack of better words. He licked his paw, as instinctually the cat managed to manipulate himself. Much to his disblief the hairball was trying to reclaim its body. There was more to this techinque than Yasuichi wanted to admit. It consumed alot of chakra, and if he missed, he would be in terrible danger. However he had to admit, even half dead, his hair looked amazing.

A familar wave of feeling came over him, as he looked to his father. Although the man, sat there, saying knowing. Yasuichi could not be proudier, as his father congradulated him wordlessly. (Shintenshin no Jutsu- C Rank: Mind Body Switch)

Woah! Excellent work! * Wishes I can pay double! *

EDIT: Paid!