Hidy ho dere everybody. I'm updating again because i know some people like to read more than one chapter of something. I do. I'll admit it. So here you go. Like I said before, I have about fifteen more chapters already written. Once people start hitting the story well, then I'll start making you wait for a while.
Man I want some reviews...and a sandwich right about now...
I dont own anything. If I did own Naruto, there would be more boobs. big ones. boobs all over the place. boobapalooza.
Junichi awoke the next morning in his spacious and hauntingly empty house. The sound of nothing had awoken him as always. Somehow it always managed to alert him to whatever it was that needed alerting to and ,as always, remained ominous and aloof.
It wasn't an overly large house, just a regular one which was far too much room for one person. The kitchen was never used, like most of the house. What was used was outside. The handmade shed next to the woods where tools and practice dummies were kept. Little else except training tools were important to Junichi.
Groggily he got up and went to the shower. He let the hot water burn away any soreness or tiredness he had. He didn't even use any sort of soap. He got out and put on his clothes without any hurry. Breakfast was instant ramen, which he had found a way to cook even faster than the lie of instant meals printed on the package. It only took him thirty seconds with his self developed method of adding oil to the water to get it to a higher temperature faster. It made the noodles taste funny but he didn't mind.
As he ate his nearly instant meal, he thought about the previous day's battle. He had been trying to buy his teammates time and judging from the position he awoke in, he assumed that they had not used it wisely.
"My taijutsu IS weak" he thought to himself as he finished the last of his slightly disgusting meal.
His weakness was evident to himself now. He had always known it, but now his lack of care for taijutsu had reared its ugly head. He would now have to train extra hard in that respect in addition to his ninjutsu training and his "other" training.
Junichi loved ninjutsu. It was his passion. His greatest joy in life was to create new jutsus. His love for his ninjutsu had even driven him into some choppy and uncharted waters as far as modern ninjutsu went, metaphorically speaking of course. He had learned how to expel chakra from his body and use it as a weapon. He had trained extensively on tree climbing and water walking before he could touch upon where he was now. If so inclined, he could blow a ninja's skeleton clean through his body. Well…not clean…more like clear…yeah, that was a better word.
Junichi got his two windmill shuriken and left his house, not even bothering to lock it up. He merely preformed a special jutsu on the door, preventing anyone outside from getting inside alive. He walked with his hands in his pockets to the training area they met at the day before. He was the only one there. Perfect. He looked around and simply started doing pushups. He didn't count. Counting was the start of the production of limits and barriers. He had learned early on in his training to stop counting.
When everyone else walked up he was sweating profusely, but still working away, his dedication to his training eliminating his ability to sense that they were there. He merely kept going until finally he stopped and fell to the ground. He managed to lean himself up on a tree and finally looked up and saw everyone staring at him.
"Just trying to round myself out" He said quickly, as if embarrassed that they had been able to watch him without him noticing. How long had they been there?
"Dude, we thought you were fixing to puke!" Saotome exclaimed with his usual idiotic tone "You just kept going and going…man how many did you do before we got here?"
Junichi smiled before replying. "I don't know" he said simply, enjoying the confused look on Saotome's face and the understanding look on Kanoe's face.
"Good idea kid, but don't push yourself too hard, that's how injuries happen" Kanoe said, bending down and rubbing a hand through his white hair.
"No" Junichi said in a condescending tone "Pushing yourself is how injuries are prevented. Were I to slack off, I could get myself killed in battle, and I'm sure you're aware that death is a very serious injury."
"Is that so" Kanoe asked sarcastically "Then keep doing pushups if pushing yourself is so good for you."
Junichi looked up at her and grinned. He then deliberately got back down and started doing pushups again.
"C'mon you two" Kanoe said to Ayane and Saotome "Lets leave Junichi alone to train. I'm going to teach you some new jutsus."
Junichi stopped in mid pushup. She had guessed it. She knew what he loved more than anything and was taunting him with it. After a second he kept going though, choosing to fight through the pain. He vomited after a few more and simply moved to another spot. He did pushups all day. When everyone else came back tired, he was still doing pushups.
"Hey, kid, you can stop now" Kanoe said to him. She looked around and noticed a couple of piles of vomit. He would kill himself at this rate. Gently she leaned down and picked him up. As soon as his limbs left the ground, he fell unconscious. The only thing that had kept him going was the pain of working. As soon as she had removed that pain, he had blacked out.
Kanoe carried him back to her place. She knew where he lived, but she also knew that she wouldn't be able to get in without him awake and she didn't have the heart to wake him up. She wondered if he had any family at home who he had taught the closing jutsu to…oh well, didn't matter. She could ask him all about himself when he woke up.
She finally reached her place with him slumped over her shoulder. She took out her key and unlocked the door to a cramped apartment room. She quickly deposited Junichi on the couch and went to take a shower. She wasn't worried about him waking up and finding her nude in the shower because she knew his type. Things like modesty, social status, even eating didn't matter to him. She knew that to him all that mattered was strength, and what was involved in getting it. She got out of the shower and put on her night clothes which was nothing more than lingere really. She crawled into her bed thinking about what it was that he knew and how hard it must have been for him to obtain it. She had watched him train after he had left the day before. She knew what "it" was. She also knew that so much training and no human companionship is what had driven him insane. It didn't matter though because she would remedy that.
Kanoe slept blissfully that night thinking up maniacle plans to help her most dedicated and slightly frightening student.