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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 20, 2023 2:03:28 GMT -5

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The night sky was filled with scattered stars, a cool breeze moved gently across the track of the Takigakure academy. Street lights provided sparse lighting, showing the calm small motions of the mostly empty city streets. For most, this night was the type people should relax and enjoy. A casual partaking in the serene beauty of nature. For Konsho, it was a cold night that made training more bearable. He was on his second-to-last lap, yet the blue haired man was panting audibly, leaning to one side. An outside viewer might mistake the walk as one who had just suffered a vicious blow to his right side. If only his injury were that simple.
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At this point, Konsho was moving mostly through anger, ignoring the aching cries of his body to stop his struggle and rest. A few months ago this exercise would be a record he needed to surpass, now it was a struggle to even reach the point he reached before his injury. He would not settle for anything less than that; reaching the goal he had touched before- denying regression. Even if he collapsed afterwards, unable to pry the weighted suit from his body for hours, he would not allow himself to fall back on his training. Breaking his limits was the key to finally progressing- allowing himself no quarter.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 20, 2023 2:20:12 GMT -5

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It was amazing to him how much a loss in weight affected his moments. His muscle memory was fried, used to possessing a right arm to help with his balance. Konsho could remember in painful detail how long he spent retraining his sense of balance before finally moving to relearn how to sprint. But he hadn't considered the empty sleeve that his lack of an arm would create, a bouncing weight that constantly sought to drag him to the floor all the faster than the others. This was not even mentioning the way it swung about- constantly threatening to knock him over before he had a chance to finish a lap. It had already done this several times over the past few days, forcing him to restart his efforts.
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One would think that removing it would make everything easier- but therein lies the issue; it would make the training regime simpler! If there was any one rule about the 8 Gates training regime, Konsho knew it was to never let up on oneself. Should you fail, then the next one got that much harder. It was relentless and ruthless, but the results were truly worth it- or so Goro and the papers said.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 20, 2023 23:58:33 GMT -5

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By this point, Konsho could see the white line that signaled the end of this sixth lap, and the start of the final seventh lap. Over a mile of running in weighted clothing brought an untold amount of stress on the body, a problem that was only exacerbated by the arm less weighted sleeve. Konsho knew he could find a seal that increased weight while also forgoing the increase of mass, allowing it to be well controlled. Yet again the problem of this training regime would flare up, as he would in a way be making it easier on himself if he removed how focused the weights felt.
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Still, each step created intense pressure on his body, the pain no longer sitting within his muscles. By this point in the run, the pain ebbed and radiated outwards, seeping slowly into his bones. Even with the cold breeze, sweat was accumulating on the man's brow, and his drop in speed meant that there would be no strong winds to clean it. Soon the sweat would begin pooling- then overflowing. Which meant his sweat would pile more onto the weight of his clothing- no a great amount; but enough to slow the seventh lap even further. A part of his mind mentally chuckled at the difficulty of the task before him. He got confident, and it cost him his right arm- an injury that continued to have an active effect on his life even now. If only the red eyed man looking at scrolls could have known what idiotic decisions he'd make in the exams. Perhaps he would have chosen to spare himself from the grueling training regime.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 20, 2023 23:59:14 GMT -5

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Fortune did not favor Konsho so, and thus he had to continue onward to see the exercise finished. As he did, he found the sleeve was gaining momentum yet again. Multiple times this had occurred, threatening to work as a self inflicted mace against the already strained man. He had thought of slinging the weight over his shoulder- but was aware that doing so risked his back falling to over exertion due to the weight being focused there. Such a mistake would make the whole of the exercise futile. If his legs were hurting, he could force himself to keep moving- but if his back gave out then the taijutsu expert would struggle to hold himself upright.
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Instead he opted to let himself be slowed and further strained by twisting in the opposite direction whenever the problem became notable again. By this time in the ordeal, Konsho was aware that was no longer an option. It was taking an extraordinary amount of will and discipline to keep to this normal movement. Were he to twist and lurch his torso the way that was required to cancel the building momentum of the slowly dangerous sleeve, Konsho was certain he would pull several muscles. If he did it later on the seventh lap, he wasn't even sure if he would keep his footing. So for now, he would allow the weights to sway with increasingly great arcs, slowly moving closer to him. As he stepped past the white line, signaling the beginning of the seventh and final lap, Konsho knew that no matter what danger came from his neglect, this was the point of no return. Somehow, that idea gave him just a bit more hope.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 22, 2023 0:14:21 GMT -5

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As the next lap began, Konsho's pace would quicken for the first one hundred and one meters, returning to the full dash he had worked towards before the exams. Upon crossing that intangible border, the genin's speed would drop ever so slightly, doing so again at three hundred and three meters. The brief adrenaline filled surge as the blue haired shinobi experienced upon realizing this trial was about to end, and that he could devote more time to figuring out a solution to this issue, had faded soon after. As it did, the pain returned with renewed vigor. The first step of the next section of the lap arced through Konsho as he gritted his teeth. The sweat on his brow was beginning to pour over, dripping down his nose, and inching slowly towards the corner of his left eye. By the time he was two tenths of the way through, the salt infused trail of sweat had reached the corner of right eye, forcing him to squint and reduce his vision.
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The rising anxiety transmuted itself to a pained anger as the sleeve finally began its assault, twirling itself around Konsho and striking his body over and over as he yet again redoubled his efforts, hoping to finish the track soon. The first blow hit Konsho's left arm straight on, pushing the boy to the side, before the sleeve unfurled from his torso and sought to haul him further off the track. Konsho had to hurl his own weight as a counter to train balance, which resulted in the sleeve bludgeoning his right side, before finally coming to rest again.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 22, 2023 0:17:09 GMT -5

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Konsho could feel his inner fire glow brighter at these new aches filling his body. His arm would certainly take on a new bluish black pigment tomorrow, and he was certain he'd need Riku to check his ribs for cracks and breaks once he recovered. His stomach, once churning and uneasy, turned into a boiling ocean, driving him to end this race. At this point his right eye was closed, wincing both from the pain and in an attempt to keep the stinging sweat from entering its sockets. Now his visibility on the rogue sleeve was robbed, meaning it would be beyond his abilities to track how out of control it was getting. Eventually two hundred and seventy seven meters would be passed, allowing Konsho yet another wave of exhausted appreciation at the fact that he only had a quarter to go. Increasing the speed of his gait even further, the red eyed shinobi would zealously charge to the end of the race.
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Konsho could feel the weight of the arm flinging itself around him yet again, his increased speed having quickly turned the empty sleeve into an improvised flail. This time however, Konsho knew where it would land. Twisting his torso, the boy would allow the weights to crash into the ones on his back, causing a new wave of pain and adrenaline as the weight increased for a brief moment, but also mitigating the damage to his own body.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 22, 2023 23:06:23 GMT -5

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As the weaponized cloth wound around again, Konsho would grunt in heavy effort to raise his leg, letting the weights yet again clash, sending him tumbling over himself. He knew that should have sent him tumbling, and left him splayed out on the ground. But at this point- be it through blind determination to finish what he started or dumb luck, he managed to roll with the blow, using the swinging weights of his legs to hurl himself a little bit further. The red eyed ninja stopped for only an instant before returning to full speed, mentally noting the meter he had flown.
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Rushing towards that white line that signaled he could stop, Konsho felt the arm begin to wind again. This time he would give a simple response, albeit an uncomfortable one. Raising his left arm, Konsho would begin to let the arm- allowing the weights to glance across each other, before wrapping the fabric taut around its hand, even as the head of this accidental mace crushed into his fingers, an audible crack filling the air. Sprinting with what was certainly; a sprained ankle, a broken wrist, and countless bruises, Konsho finally managed those last few meters, his feet ending over the finish line. For the briefest of moments, it seemed the boy would finally stop.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 22, 2023 23:07:10 GMT -5

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Yet as soon as the line was crossed, Konsho continued to move, seeming to slow with each step. Each step became heavier, brought with more force as Konsho continued to force himself beyond what his body said he should. His breath became audibly labored, each pace forward being punctuated by heavy blows against the ground. Konsho had noticed earlier, and his brain finally processed the information. Konsho was aware he had technically skipped a meter. Even as his heart pumped in his ears, when sweat poured into his eyes, and the pain began to fill in his bones as if they were hollow and brittle bird wings, the boy would not cheat himself of this training. He could feel his stomach sloshing around- threatening to expel its bile in an attempt to get the stubborn idiot piloting it to stop. Each step seemed to punctuate an injury he had incurred during this training session alone.
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But Konsho was already failing as it was, he would not allow himself that step backwards. It took several minutes, but soon Konsho had managed to walk one meter step by step. Collapsing immediately, the boy felt exhaustion crush him like a wave, and finally allowed himself rest. His muscles twitched in pain- with his left hand's spasms in particular causing sharp stabs that contrasted the dull heavy pain across a majority of his body. He could feel his heart in this throat, hear the blood in his ears and the throbbing in his head. Laying on the ground, the battered shinobi would begin to reflect on the day, and the degree to which he had failed.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 24, 2023 0:40:04 GMT -5

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The steady breeze brought small comforts to Konsho, but did not last as long as he wished. The Eight Gates required constant improvement- pushing the body to it's limits and then going further. Certainly he was doing that- anyone with sufficient willpower could. But that wasn't enough- he also needed to improve. Though Goro would no longer teach him, Konsho had sufficiently understood that proving your body can survive breaking these limits, and that there was benefit in doing so, was the most important singular detail in the entirety of the regime. Yet the young man lay flat on the ground, gasping both in exhaustion and shock as his body recognized it had wasted an entire evening with nothing to show for it. The complete separation from the loss of his arm was crippling in more ways than one- even making what used to be a routine into a monumental task. His mind's insistence that it was constantly in danger any time a bird chirped did not help soothe the matter.
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But, moping in the mud and feeling sorry for himself was the way of the more childish Konsho. Over time the crimson eyed shinobi had painfully accepted that though it seemed to assist him by nitpicking every minute mistake he made, it ultimately wasted time. The best thing to do was also the hardest for one with his mental state; get back up and start fixing the issue immediately. Shedding the weighted clothing from his body, the young man would begin looking over the damages. Dents sat on both the left leg and torso weights, especially so for the empty sleeve. He'd likely have to melt down some new weights after his hand was no longer broken. Actually... Perhaps that would be unnecessary. Konsho's mind slowly began to churn out a new idea; a set of armor with the old weights being used to make his cap for where his shoulder would be visible. Such a method would increase the weight whilst also removing the need to protect himself from his own training equipment. It would be unsubtle- but Konsho was aware he had no intention to bring such training equipment on missions. This would allow him to increase his abilities- attempting to keep his own record with such a heavy suit on would be a struggle.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 24, 2023 0:40:45 GMT -5

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Still, he had failed to achieve any improvement in his last exercise- and so it would now be his penultimate work out. Moving almost out of habit to a nearby tree, Konsho would begin climbing the side with ease, before finding a branch that could support his weight with little issue. Wrapping his leg around, Konsho's arm would fold his elbow, the arm closing in a way that pulled on his sides. In proper form, the young man would not be allowed his hand to sit so flatly against his shoulder, but doing anything with the sole grasping limb he had would increase his recuperation time- which meant he would be stuck performing mostly leg and lower body exercises for much longer.
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The rule of the training regime had a simple rule; if you failed to meet your previous goal, you began another and increased the intensity from what it last was. No matter what, the day would end with some limit broken. Previously, Konsho had managed to do two thousand suspended pull ups, a grueling exercise if there ever was one. That had been his exercise for the day only a few weeks ago, and the only reason he did that was that he had failed to perform one thousand and five hundred single handed push ups- yet another exercise meant to be an improvement over the last.
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This was the payment the Eight Inner Gates demanded of its practitioners before they could even learn the actual technique. Blood, sweat, and tears were a bare minimum. Broken bones, pulled muscles and bruises were a guarantee. According to some of the documents describing masters of these techniques, the training resulted in calloused and scarred bodies that only grew in intensity as the user learned to access more and more of the Eight Gates' powers. Constant improvement- no matter the harm. There was no pattern, no methodology to the training regime. Only a demand that must be met. So, since he had done two thousand before, he would raise it. In this case, he had failed to run a two thousand and eight hundred meter course. So for the sake of simplicity in his own mind, Konsho would perform two thousand and eight hundred sit ups.
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The hours this took were even more draining than the ones spent on the race, given that he had barely allowed his body the time to rest. The ache in his muscles have barely lessened to a dull dense ever present pain, and the numbness in his hand had only just begun to set in when he began. While his hand was mercifully spared from further use, Konsho's legs and core were yet again subjected to a constant gathering and releasing of tension. It wouldn't take long for the sweat to begin pooling as it had before, although the constant curling and unfurling of his body often sent the pools flying before they could pool in his eyes. By the end of the hour, Konsho had managed to reach two thousand and eight hundred. Allowing chakra to finally be the thing suspending himself, as his body was allowed yet again to relax. Panting heavily, the blue haired shinobi would slowly pull his body upright, the blood slowly circulating the rest of his body as the technique corrected itself. After five minutes had passed, Konsho's crimson eyes set their sights on the nearby hospital. He was definitely about to get his ear chewed off again.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 25, 2023 21:32:07 GMT -5

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Konsho sat in a Takigakure hopsital bed, his hand in a white cast that acted as a silent yet echoing reminder that he only had the single good one. Of course- the doctor who oversaw it and a few of the nurses decided to take the opposite approach, being quite verbal about the risk he took under going this nebulous training that he refused to explain. The blue haired shinobi was well aware that the constant injuries were likely grating on the staff's nerves. A few of the more senior members had told him multiple times that had one of the former heads of the medical division still been around, Konsho would be lucky if he hadn't woken up with extra organs, a claim he still was unsure on the validity of. With no sign of this 'Kagaku' anywhere in the village, Konsho often questioned if he ever existed.
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Regardless, Konsho would spend the night resting, well aware that he had to continue his workout regardless of injury- and that yet another staff member would likely be tailing him the next day to make sure he actually was resting. This practice had started after about the third time Konsho had refused to stop after breaking a bone. The practice grew more infuriating as it seemed to repeat endlessly, with Konsho having to make sure he managed to loose his legally hired stalker before he could get to the actual work out. But after the exams, Konsho found a sort of dark humor in the whole dance as it were. Although the staff remained ignorant of it, they had essentially given him a high intensity warm up exercise for the following day, one that he gave the same restrictions as he did with any part of the Eight Gates Training Regime. At first, he merely repeated his usual chase, but slowed at specific areas to allow the nurse to keep up in order to prolong the exercise. Over the course of a few months, Konsho had increased the complexity of the cat and mouse chase- leading to a frustrated medical staff.

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Oh right, I lost five pounds of arm [Private, training]Aug 25, 2023 23:59:21 GMT -5

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The last three weeks had been a departure from that formula however, as a few of the shinobi medics had finally tried to talk to Konsho instead of ordering him to do something with no reasoning. According to the more experienced medics, the issue was less that of Konsho continuing to use his body at all, and more so that when unobserved the staff had no way to tell if he was actually performing safe workout regimes. The blue haired shinobi couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed that it had taken them several stress filled weeks to actually explain this to him instead of communicating it immediately. So much wasted time and effort that could have been avoided if someone had the courtesy to actually talk to him, rather than barking orders as if they were talking to a mutt.
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Of course at this point the medical staff had proven they wanted to work with him- not against him. Thus Konsho extended the same courtesy to them as well, working out a plan with the various doctors tasked with overseeing his recovery. The only condition that was nonnegotiable was the requirement that he able to undergo some kind of physical workout on a daily basis. For the first week, the crimson eyed shinobi was limited solely to running various courses that were used for physical recovery in the hospital. For Konsho, this meant not just doubling his efforts- but adding time restrictions given the ease of these areas in comparison. This was met with ease- much to Konsho's chagrin. The Gates was at not point supposed to be easy. Once his ribs had recovered from their bludgeoning, the blue haired shinobi was allowed to utilize specific exercise routines. For the first week, Konsho was using a strange variant of squats in which in between each squat the practitioner would move one leg behind the other and crouch, alternating the positioning of the legs for each squat. By the start of the second week, where he was allowed to start using lateral lunges again, the young man had reached a record of over two hundred of these variant squats. In the third week, Konsho finally convinced the staff to allow him to begin reverse crunches, on the condition that his arm be kept in a sling as he did so. This last restriction added a new difficulty to the exercise- to the point where Konsho had to keep a separate record of his achievements whilst in this state. Perhaps limiting his body parts could be another way to continue his training.
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During this time, the only reprieve Konsho had from training that was not medical check ups were spent with a local blacksmith by the name of Eiji. A giant of a man, Eiji was covered in callous skin, old grey hairs set against a wrinkled and leathery face. The old man's eyes seemed to rest deep in his skull, this combined with the force of gravity sagging his lips made the man seem to have a perpetual scowl. Despite this, Eiji was a straight forward person, a local blacksmith who always wanted to get straight to business. Making as much use of his time as possible, Konsho tasked the man with the creation of a suit of armor that could replace his battered and dented training weights. Hopefully, it would be done by the time he was released.
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The three week recovery period, strangely enough, had only added to Konsho's repertoire- giving him many more avenues to train his body. But now, as a doctor finally entered the room, Konsho could remove the one limitation that was actively holding him back; this cast. The bones had settled- although the staff had informed him the surgical scars would never fade. Konsho didn't truly care how his hands looked- the results were what mattered. Now it was time to see if that project he started was finished, and try again to break his own record.

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