In a dingy rundown house in some Kirigakure public housing, if you were close enough to the right room, you'd be able to hear a muffled set of expletives being let off at an astonishing rate. Peer through the keyhole and you'd see Kita, hands bound behind him, while he sits in the corner of his room with a less than pleased look on his face.
Today at the academy the concept of the jutsu was introduced, with practical exercises for it starting tomorrow. If Kita could blitz through those though and show this baby stuff is beneath him, maybe he'd be able to learn some real killer jutsu.
There was only one problem standing in his way, the prep work he had begun after he got home was a pretty do-or-die fiasco. He had gotten his mother to tie up his wrists with rope before she left for the evening, wherever she was going she wouldn't be back until the sun starts to rise and smelling of booze.
That meant if he wanted dinner tonight, he had better start realizing some things FAST. Rather than look at the material first, he tried to go through it intuitively. The chakra pattern, concept and execution all seemed like they should be self explanatory.
A deep breath brought pause to the cycle of curses he had been letting off one after another. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
Where can it be going wrong? Step one, relax the muscles. The less resistance from my own limbs, the easier this should be to execute.
Step two, begin to channel chakra like.... this... Kita would trail off in though, the tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth, an embarrassingly concentrated expression sat on his face. He'd sit as still as possible, head still against the wall, eyes still closed. Feeling out his inner pathways, dotting the I's and crossing the T's.
This was the most likely culprit, so this needed the most attention.
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x Nawanuke no Jutsu [Rope Escape Technique]
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