[Oshiro Kouta]

FOR THE WILL OF STONE!

Like A Solid Rock I Stand

The Gate of View.

Located in the stomach, meant to enhance is his body and abilities further in the same pattern he had always been taught. A short period of time, but an effective one, it created a short span that he was far beyond his normal powerful self at the cost of fatigue and abuse to his body after that burst. It was a gift to his life, a training he had undergone for years separate from the village he loved. Yet... also the core of his love for his nation.

Training had never ceased even when returning to Iwagakure. His master was one he still regularly met with and honed his skills further and further. The gates of five had been acquired so far, pushing himself further only natural for the young giant. The competitiveness, the thrill, Kouta was both serious and excited whenever it came to training sessions such as this.

Him and the old man, just the two, would have been situated far from the confines of Iwagakure. The peaks of mountains surrounded that lovely village, and for miles and miles land stretched in the beautiful Tsuchi no Kuni.

Bitterly the older man would comment how they weren't sages, that Kouta shouldn't have such a stupid grin on his face being out in the middle of nowhere. But it was all in good humor and jest between the two, the light hearted and simple young man versus the worn and ragged older man... Kindred spirits with plenty of juice left in them both, peak of the mountain rose high in the sky with them atop it. Air was thin at that elevation, breathing just a bit harder, and the wear on muscles more significant. Yet it's where they were and focused... the older man watching the young Kouta and slapping a walking stick hard against the man's bare upper body whenever something seemed out of place.

"Oi. Did I say you could slouch? Been eating too much honey with your bug clan?"

Snapped out at Kouta for an imperfection, they had been at it for hours. View. View. View. Stomach. Stomach. Stomach. Focus. Focus. Focus. With simplicity Kouta learned, drilling it into him for continuous moments being how the young man was raised for all those years. It was a familiar feeling... and one he found himself comfortable with. In this instance, he was the one taught and the one to listen... A good place to be.

Oshiro Kouta

MADE BY VEL OF GS