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The morning was dark and the air fresh and cool. The steady beat of his footfalls against the sandy street seemed to spurr him on and instead of stopping like he usually would, he ketp going. One foot in front of the other. The genin's trip to Sunagakure had opened his eyes to just how behind he was and if it hadn't been for his dad and excellence in the other subjects, he'd never left the academy. So he really needed to catch up on his abysmal physical skills. That meant morning runs to the training grounds. It meant training with others and with the wooden dummies even when his head seemed too full to focus. The fact that Yuuta had decided to go travelling and leave the orphanage in another's care was motivation as well. Albeit one fueled by anger and not some grand dream of greatness. [break][break]
It was one of those rare occasions where he had managed to actually get up on time and the training field was empty. The dark-haired genin would jog up to the nearest post and start to stretch as he caught his breath. His breath coming out as small puffs of steam. The wheater was becoming more bearable, summer making way for autumn. Finishing his stretch he would resume his running, this time around the field. [break][break]
As he started to develop a sweat he would pause, the cool weight of the medallion around his neck reminding him to take it off, scared to damage it, even if he didn't know who was in it, they felt too important to replace. Gingerly he placed the trinket on a rock behind him, before continuing with his little routine.

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It was already dark by the time he had risen from his bed turning to the tinkling sound of the alarm as hand slapped against it. The cold nip of the night that crawled from the open window struck at the exposed skin of his arm and torso like a tiny thousand needles as he stretched, the soft popping of bones and cartilage became a chorus that barely disturbed the silence of his own bedroom. Dressing appropriately he would navigate the seemingly labyrinthine nature of the Senju Clan compound until he was finally in the street, the roofs still covered with the frost of the night before he took one step and then next. The sound of his boots slapping and crunching the ground of the byways of the village would follow him as long with the sound of his breathing as his lung were filled with the cold air of the early morning. Sweat began to permeate his skin, cold beginning to be in the outlaying of the sensation of his skin. As he took a full stride he would bypass several other runners that had decided to begin their day with an early run. He saw some members of ANBU unmasked as they carried own, running as hard as he was, sharing only glance and nod as they crossed paths. He saw it in those glances, the unrest after a long mission, the finding of their own beds soft in compared to the hardness that a long mission or deployment, the run and training simply a way to take their mind away from what had gone wrong and some of it had wrong, even if the mission had been a success. The weight on those loses still was heavy in Kazuto's mind. The fact that he would need to write letters to the few fallen one trying to reassure them that their sacrifice had not been in vain. As he continued and fell the familiar burn of his muscles beginning to emerge, he would enter one of the training yards, determined to finish his warm up before he would start his actual training for the day, his eyes would then caught the eye of some else, someone still between the threshold of being boyhood and manhood running around the training yard as much as he was. He inhaled the still cold air of the now early morning. "On your left!" Kazuto called, his voice filled with the labor of the exertion as he passed the young man, leaving him behind a trail of dust.

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Roku would start at a jog and then work up to what he referred to a his medium speed. It was a pace he could keep for longer so if he finished the work out with a bit fo strength exercises, then he would have worked a bit on everything. Plus he'd be better at running, which was important when you really couldn't throw a knockout punch to save your life. The dark-haired genin would be fine at this pace, sweat was forming as beads on his face and neck, but he was fine, he was fine because no one would judge the horrible running form he had(even though it was almost textbook when he wasn't thinking about it). And then someone passed by him and his head whipped around to see who was speaking, plus the surprised look on his face spoke volumes about how he had not expected the sudden appearance of this man. [break][break] With eyes glued to the other runner, all he saw was that this man was running faster than he was and Roku kept his eyes glued to him for a few seconds before he remembered his manners and looked down. Slowly, he felt his insecurity poke at him. Why was he not going at full speed? Why was he not giving it his all? Slowly the genin would start to move faster, his breath being drawn faster, the cold air stinging in his lungs on the way down.

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Just as quick as he had been in his stride, Kazuto passed behind the other young man. He continued to feel the burn of his muscles, the quick intake of cool air through his nostrils as his feet kicked the gravel of the road with each passing stomp of his feet forward. He followed the trail ahead of him that led him through the training grounds, finding them empty save for the morning mist that gathered at the feet of trees, posts used for target practice and the small brook that broke through the land. He leaned to his left, regaining traction before sending chakra to his feet in by a mere thought, finding purchase in the shifting surface of water as if he was walking on solid ground. The Senju continued without stopping, finishing a first lap as beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead all the way down to his chin. He continued his run, single minded in his effort as to start his training with the warm up. He supposed it was better than to simply think on what had happened in the mission and wallow on what had gone so terrible. But the mere thought of the mission gone awry had been enough to anger him out of his very own inexperience in command. He pressed his lips and carried on, finding more strength and speed from seemingly nowhere. Following the same path as before, he ran even faster, his breathing and exhalation shorter but otherwise he found himself not hampered by the exertion. With each stride he would see the same sights as before, passing next to him as if they were blurs and as his eyes focused forward he saw a figure that was familiar and seemingly struggling. The same boy of before. He thought to himself before leaning again to his left and drawing enough air to his lungs to speak in mid run. "On your left." Kazuto said, as he left the young man in a trail of dust.

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One foot in front of the other foot~
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He chant went on and on in his head, the weight on his feet seemingly a bit heavier with every step. Was he really that chubby? He knew the cheekiest kids at home teased him with it, but really?! It was embarrassing, but... He did mange a bit more power in his step, pushing him forward a bit faster, it lasted exactly ten steps then he felt his speed falter and he settled back in the pace from before. And just as he did so, the sound of feet hammering away at the ground blended with the blood rushing in his ears. [Break][break]Another one? [Break][break]The thought had barely passed through his mind as the 'on your left' came and the same guy passed him. What the actual hell?!! Was he running from something?! Roku focused on the ground and his feet, the mantra again filling his head and pushing thoughts of stopping out as he went. Although he really was going to regret running this much tomorrow... [Break][break]
Roku would do one more lab and then he'd surrender to his suffering legs and lungs and head for the rock where he placed the locket, in the grass beside it he'd just give in and lay on his back, staring up into the morning sky as he caught his breath, which formed small puffs of white above him.  

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The Senju ran yet another lap and one after the next, sweat permeating every visible inch of his skin in shiny beads under the early morning sky, his muscles feeling the early lactic burn of exertion, the tank top that covered his torso damp after the calisthenics around the neck and chest, all as goosebumps prickled his skin in the cold morning. A haze of white clouds escaped his lips as he slowed down, feeling the wonderful ache of muscles that broke and repaired to become stronger and a mind lucid away from the ire of abject failure. He cane to a halt as he wiped the sweat with the back of his forearm and took a deep breath. As cold air filled his lunges, he stopped to observe the early morning, walking to shake the ache of his legs and the discomfort of his early morning, appraising the few flowers that still stood in the early days of autumn against the fallen leaves of rust read and warm ocher. He liked this view, this transition that was overcast days as summer dwindled and days turned cold before the time of winter. He closed his eyes for one brief instant, stretching his arms as he heard the soft pops and clacks of cartilage and bone realigning until the discomfort of her early exercise had faded away. Opening his eyes he would be met of the vision of before, as he continued to make his slow way towards the training yards proper where the target dummies had been placed, and there he found the same young man that he had passed twice. Like him, the young man was drenched on his own seat, the colors of fabric turning darker at the prospect of moisture mixing with the fabric. Huffing he quickly composed himself as he stood before him, hands resting on his hips as green eyes observed at the young man, he was, by his accounts younger than him, by two or three years, his black hair and dark eyes gave him a vague remembrance of something that he couldn't quite remember. "Good exercise?" He asked, not mocking but curious as he offered his hand to the young man. "My name is Kazuto, yours?"

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The sky was still dull in color, but it didn't make the puffs of fluffy clouds any less calming as he lay there, trying to find the will to go to work after this. It was a strange position to be in. Roku wanted to better himself, he wanted to make the siblings at the orphanage proud to be related to him, albeit not by blood. After all, an orphan had very little to begin with, so they quickly became disposable as shinobi, but if they could rise above the rest, then... Then they'd be a success, a story to be told to inspire others who came from similar backgrounds. Clan members already had a head start with their shinobi families, contracts and abilities. [Break][break] The pale, young adult would close his eyes and as he heard the other man run close by, he cracked open an eye and studied the man's form. It was perfect. All the energy he put into moving his legs were used to propel him forward, very little spent on pushing him upwards. Judging from the way he moved and the muscles apparent, the man would most likely either be a weapon's expert or taijutsu master. Although... Roku couldn't tell if the man just liked working out, but most of his muscles looked to be built from work rather than simply for aesthetic purposes.  Roku would return t his cloud watching an breath catching until the man was at his side and looking down at him. [break][break]
"Rokurou, nice to meet you Kazuto" [break][break]
 He wasn't all that excited to face the faster runner, who seemed to be mocking him as well, even if it was just a bit of banter Roku knew he looked like roadkill and he wasn't even done with this nightmarish activity! He closed his eyes briefly to collect himself before he got up. 
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He looked at the young man, observed his reaction at the help that he had provided to get up. With this, he came to two conclusions from what little time they had spend. Running and training wasn't something that he did on a regular basis. His disposition showed this, the fact that he was so spent after running nowhere near as fast Kazuto had. If he knew any better he would've thought that by tomorrow, the young man would not be able to walk out of the sheer discomfort that his muscles would experiment as they repaired. The second thing that he picked out, was that whomever he was, the young man didn't really liked him for a reason that he didn't quite understand. He wondered if it had something to do with running past him at least three times. He had done that just out of wish of personal development, to get better and get his mind away of things that would otherwise bothered him if left simmering in his mind for far too long. It was better to deal with that in a way in which he could just ignore the problems of his position. He would nod first and then look at the young man. "Pardon, did I do something to displease you?" Kazuto asked calmly, but firmly. His tone not showing a hint of anger, just plain neutrality of someone that wished to clear the air and that he didn't want problems to linger with someone that he didn't knew just yet. After all, despite his stern personality, he knew that they were comrades and without the knowledge of his rank, they could be teammates under any other circumstance, they could be deployed and would need to fight together if a missions turned to the worse.

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Just as he was about to get up and brush off the dirt which must be clinging to his legs by now, the other spoke and despite already lying still, Roku's body stilled and tensed for a split second before he got up faster than otherwise intended, trying his best to suppress the anxious feeling clawing its way through the hate of exercise, the latter soon forgotten as he reassured the other, who was most likely some big shot jounin judging by his stature. Or at the very least, an experienced chuunin. Point was, Roku was giving the man the wrong impression of him and he didn't need word to get around that the way too old genin not only was out of shape but he was also rude.  [break][break]
"No! Heh, uhm, I was just... Mentally preparing myself to get up and finish what I started." 
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He was hopeless! He had found a more suitable response but as always the very idea of lying to anyone irked him and when put on the spot like this, well... His nerves got the best of him and words were strung together before he could properly cut through the rising white noise filling his head like murky water making it hard to think and act. His moved animatedly but one would settle on rubbing his neck for a second as he sheepishly hung his head, feeling very much like one of the children at the orphanage getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar before dinner despite there being no reason to basically roll over and expose his belly like some dog in trouble with the pack leader... In fact... He didn't know who this man was, he had no connection to him, his work, nothing. Carefully, the dark, almost black, hues would attempt to look at the other. 
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"Truth is I'm not really much of a... an athlete" 
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"I see." Kazuto would reply simply. He would take a brief moment to gauge the man just by his looks. He was shorter than him and whilst the Senju was muscular, Rokurou was lanky, almost as if he would be carried away by the swiftest of the breezes if he didn't have anything that bolted him down to the soil. But he could understand as well the need to train and to become stronger. After all, he had been there at some point in which that he could not run ten feet without feeling his lungs raw, almost choking them out as if he was wracked with disease. "But it's fairly easy to see." He spoke again. "That you're not an athlete that is." He meant it more as a joke than an insult, but it was the truth. He had wondered if he had taken steps into doing different exercises or altering his diet to make a more efficient way to grow body mass. Wiping the sweat away from his brow, he would look at his new acquaintance with some interest on what he was he planning to do with his own personal training. "Forgive me the indignity, Rokurou." He said before continuing. "But if you need some help with your training, or some pointers, I would be more than happy to help you." It was after all the best he could do as a balm for the simple fact that he had ran past of him several times before the day had turned into noon. But if he was also honest to himself, he saw much of himself into this young man. He never had someone helping him when he wasn't someone of renown, he had to do with his inventive and his own drive to succeed despite the fact that at the time he was content by not being noticed. "That is if you want my help."

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- Something somewhere out there keeps calling -

The words hit their mark. Roku was conflicted between just agreeing wholeheartedly with him and shrug it off, but another, smaller part of him was ready to just find a corner and give up this whole training thing and focus on the things he was actually good at. Genjutsu and fuinjutsu. There was no way he would ever be able to get someone like this guy to surrender to him if he fought him far and square... SO he would need to do something to be able to survive a fight against someone like the other.  Roku would look away, a hand scratching the back of his head as he considered his options. Either, he could lay down and feel sorry for himself, or he could stow those feelings in a box and treat this as any other problem. Everything had a solution. Every mathematics problem, every seal had a lock and key, every deficiency could be fixed by adding something. Sure, he knew he should eat better, but on his salary and the things the orphanage lacked, he really couldn't afford to spoil himself with good quality food. 

"I mean... I'm not going to be able to keep up with you clearly, but pointers are always welcome..." 

Okay. I was a leap of faith, maybe the other would assume he was some late bloomer in the academy and throw the basic techniques at him, expect he had those down to the letter. He had attempted the footwork for throws, but seeing as his training partners rarely were taller or even the same height as him, it made everything a little hard to get a proper grasp of. Although he could probably teach genin how to do a hip throw just from instructions, that didn't help him much if he was ever going o acutally attempt it while on the move in a fight. 

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"It's alright, me giving you some pointers doesn't mean putting you through a gauntlet." Kazuto said in a quiet and conciliatory tone. It was like asking a novice to beat a master in a kendo match, it was a mathematical impossibility, a quantified certainty, it was like trying to build a house without first building the foundations upon which to craft and construct. He quietly assessed the young man and nodded again only to stretch again and consider what he was doing wrong. Physical training was part of being a shinobi, a strong mind was necessary, but without the body it would be next to useless. Kazuto supposed that he had seen little to know actual training that would involve exertion, he was clearly intelligent, at the very least he seemed that way from how he acted and the way he had endured the training. He began to speculate a good way to start him to get used to actually training, building muscle, what he ate and in general changing every single aspect of the way Roku trained so it could be more efficient and yield results as soon as possible. It would, of course, not be something easy, nothing worthy of doing was ever easy. And he had at least one advice that could help him. "For starters, when you run, you barely raise your knees, you're trying to run using the same motions as if you were walking. You spend more energy that way and you make little to no progress." He looked at the worn nature of the shoes that his new acquaintance that what he had described was the true. Without doing the full spectrum of motions, it was very unlikely that the legs would develop mass and tone the gained muscle. "You also don't take breaths of air when you run, you hold your breath when you are in full motion, that tires you quickly. In short, your whole running mechanics is messed. But that can be fixed."

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The stranger would assess him, almost as if he was some product at the market. How great... Roku let out a silent sigh, he was mostly annoyed with the lack of his body's ability, he knew what he needed, he knew he had to start somewhere, even if it was at the same square he had started at when he joined the academy. 

So while he had never been taught or otherwise educated himself, on proper running technique, he simply did what came naturally to him. There had been a few times where he had felt excited about going to work out, almost like the time he spent at the old lady's house where he climbed trees and chased butterflies. It had felt natural to move, to somersault from branches and the like. Now? Now it felt more like he was trying too hard, too aware of the consequences if he failed. 
He would nod at the other's words, repeating them in his mind to make sure he would remember them for later. 

"Hm, yeah that makes sense. Your form was perfect, your barely spent any energy towards pushing your body up and off the ground. Okay, I will give it at try to get a feel for it, correct me if it is horrible..."

The last sentence was said as he moved to start and a bit fainter than the rest. His dark gaze settled on the path he jogged a few paces past the other so he could run past him. He turned and then he'd focus on lifting his legs more, his knees coming up far more than before. He felt his muscles contract, tried to get that muscle-mind connection he had heard Yuuta speak of. So while it was a tad faster than his jog, he focused on consciously using his leg muscles to push himself forward. 

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[Senju Kazuto]

"Sure thing." He said as Roku began his jog. Kazuto took a stride as well, still feeling the burn of his muscles, slowing the pace to keep himself behind his new acquaintance only as to make sure that he would follow his advise. He noticed the improvement, the fact that he was raising his knees more than before, at some points managing to correctly maintain a jog before he slightly reverted back into the same flaws of before. He saw him kicking dirt before again picking his knees up to maintain a more correct form of running. He was pleased that at very least he was following that direction, before he noted something else. He wasn't breathing regularly and when he did, most of the times he inhaled from his mouth rather than to do it from his nose. "Rokuro, breath through your nose, your tiring yourself more quickly if you breath through your mouth." The body would not do the necessary exercise and he would burn out before any actual progress could be made. If he was to help him, then he would need to make sure to scrutinize every single detail of what he did and how he did it, not out of a sense to bother, but simply out of a desire to make sure that he actually improved. "Slow breathing at first, then sync it to your pace." Kazuto would continue. For some reason, the more he looked at the young man, he could see something of himself before he had taken the first steps that led him into being the man that he was today. Perhaps this was his way to provide someone the help that had been denied to him when he had been in that situation. Everyone deserved some aid after all. As he ended his reflection, he looked at the man, his jogging from much improved of what he had been doing before. "Good, well done." He said in genuine praise. "Take it easy at first, we're building you up, but gradually increment how long and how hard your running and training routine will be."

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[Gure Rokurou]

 

Senju Kazuto

- Something somewhere out there keeps calling -

It surprised him briefly that the other shinobi followed him, but his focus moved back to his own form, finding it to be easier to focus on now that he had an actual purpose, or a directive to follow instead of being left to his own decisions, decisions he had never really dared trust in unless all other options seemed utterly wrong or hopeless. Part of the reason he like doing things in his own company or why he had always had a knack for figuring things out as long as he knew what the desired goal was. 

As he was reminded to breathe differently, Roku slowed his pace momentarily to focus on his breathing, finding it a bit challenging at first, but eventually he settled into a rhythm which fit the slow pace he had set. Oddly enough, he felt as if he could go faster, but dared not ruin whatever he was teaching his muscles in this moment. His dark eyes darted to glance over his shoulder every now and then to look at the jounin. 

"So... I just do this whenever I go running?" 

He asked in between breaths. If he had the basics down, then perhaps the man would have more to teach him? Roku didn't get to spend much time with anyone who were older than him, much less in a teacher-student setting. Most of the sensei's the team had assumed he was just lazy and already knew the basics they would teach the younger genin on his team. So this help, which were targeted at his level, was refreshing. 

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