[Hatake Shinde]

She heard her apprentice and disciple had finally become  Genin. That was something worth lauding and approval. She'd for that reason organized for him to meet her along a new training ground. Training ground seven. Which included a wooden bridge, tall standing trees, wooden training logs, as well as tall standing trees. "Ichi. Nii. San. Yon. Gou. Roku. Nana. Hachi. Kyuu. Juu." She counted to herself as she found herself counting along her fingers. Curling them inwards like a fist. She'd been seeking to prepare a smidgen for the Chuunin Exams. However, she knew that there were some challenges ahead. Challenges she'd experienced that had left her with traumatizing wounds and memories. Something she'd hope to avoid for Ataru if at all possible. One considering his age. Two considering his demeanor. She'd looked around the bandages around her fist, and she found herself wanting.

Finding herself looking out, she'd found herself with many a burden on her heart, though told that she ought to take things lightly as they came. Not to let them weigh her down like an anchor. So she found herself trying to reach out and settle past conditions that would leave her heart heavy. Stretching her legs, she wondered if the weights she'd given Ataru had been any handy in recent times. She found himself to be a wiry and fast moving child, like a monkey, so she figured that he best ply to his strengths. His small size, stature, and energetic movements would do wonders to keep him alive. Though she wondered how much this Ataru had truly changed. Firmly adjusting the headband around her forehead, she ran her hand along the smoothness of the metal plate. How she felt when she had first earned her band. 

How she'd slowed down her growth and progress. Though also the weight she held as a girl who sought to become a splendid Shinobi and heiress worthy to lead the Hatake clan. Though also someone who aspired for the position of Hokage someday. To lead the village into an age of prosperity. Their training would take place at the early dawn, where it was still chill in the early morning. "I want to first and foremost congratulate you into your graduation, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to see it. Ataru. And I'm proud to say that you've grown a bit in this year or so we've been together. So. Today. I'm going to train you thoroughly in a technique you've been waiting for." 

[Uzumaki Ataru]

He had left for the day as he did not quite exactly outside of the norm, but enough for their Mom to know she had to close the window he had left from. Hopping up onto the the edge of the windowsill, the young boy had double and triple checked that he had everything stowed away either in his pack or pouches before departing home. Flicking off the lights while making their escape he flipped the light switch on his way out, landing upon a bed of grass situated neatly besides a garden plot of flowers. Blue lilies arranged besides lilac dogwood were in a waning bloom. Smiling as he landed the boy kneeled down and sniffed a few before plucking a choice one, stashing it he would seamlessly leap from the verdant field of grass into annals of a tree.

Its branches well worn from their coming and going so much it had left somewhat of an imprint minted within the bark of the tree. Using it as a point to spring from launching themselves into a nearby gaggle of trees, even at the beginning of the day he lived up to that monkey moniker. Making his way towards Training Ground Seven playing the same game his Yamanaka Sensei had bestowed upon the boy as a final note of their training, with the exception of rain being absent from the equation. A soft breeze blew through his hair skirting through the canopies Ataru parsed through as if he were born to doing so, circlets of leaves would fall from the curated forestry as he blazed a trail forth.

Traversing through Konoha without a care in the world, weather his path would take him over the litany of roofs or tree lined causeways. It matted not to the young Uzumaki, enjoying themselves as they made progress approaching the edge of the field after some time venturing forth. Spotting Shinde Sensei amongst the smattering of greenery and wooden training pillars erected within the empty expanse, he approached rapidly. Letting out a sun song note signaling his arrival as he leapt and landed amidst a small cloud of kicked up dust. "Yaho!" The boy chirped like a song bird, arrived before her as fast as a jack rapid alongside that characteristic goofball character.

"Morning, Shinde Sensei!" The boy greeted with a bright smile creasing their boyish features, the headband of the Leaf village snugly tied around their brow, his mark as a Genin and one Ataru took a great measure of pride in. "Thank you, I couldn't have done any of it without your help." He was more than happy to hear her kind words, it was true in a sense he couldn't have come as far as he had without her tutelage but he also reminded himself that it wasn't just her. Though discounting her importance wasn't Ataru's style either he was genuinely grateful to the Hatake and considered her as one of the people who had the most profound effect on them. Rubbing at the back of his head before coughing clearing his throat and mind from such thoughts meandering around. "Heck yeah, let's do it!" As usual he was ready and raring to go, exuding that same hyperactive energy and zeal to learn - displaying a hunger that she had helped to foster and bring out in the young boy.

[Hatake Shinde]

"Look at you with your shining new headband." She proceeded to give a smile and a salute with her right hand. However, in those next moments, he declared that he was ready to learn this new technique. "Alright...Let's get you situated then. First. Those weights of yours. Have you been keeping up with them?" She found herself asking, wondering if he'd been adjusting well. "I don't want you to stunt your growth, so we'll keep the weight increase gradual. But I want you to take them off. Reflect and tell me how you feel after." Taking the liberty to lean back along one of those training logs, she'd wait for him to unclamp his weights, letting them fall, before she'd gaze out over the horizon.

"The Shunshin no Jutsu [Body Flicker]." She finds herself forming a singular handseal, channeling chakra to her legs, before she moves at a rapid speed, blurring out of existence and appearing far down the line, appearing atop a log. "A technique that allows for you to channel chakra to the points in your legs, allowing for you to exert a burst of speed. When performed correctly, this allows for you to seeming teleport nd blur out of existence. A useful technique no doubt, but only useable about twice a day. The strain on the body otherwise would tear muscles and ligaments. Used sparingly." She clarifies, before finding herself pointing towards him.

"How good is your chakra control?"

[Uzumaki Ataru]

He grasps it between two fingers and smiles feeling the smooth curve of the metal held along the smooth sash-like band wrapped about their head, as they get down to business Ataru switches gears into a more focused mindset. Listening intently as Shinde spoke to the them, as she mentions the weights he looks down to them one adorned on each limb of his body as well as situated around their body in the form of twin bandoliers crisscrossing his chest. Initially they had felt weighty and proved difficult to move in but as time passed his body adapted and their restrictive aspect receded away into naught as he tirelessly continued his training. Looking to her as she question him and his continued use of them, he nods and responds succinctly after. "Yes, Sensei. Every day! I've grown pretty used to them."

As she bids him to take it off, he wondered how he might feel given their absence having even gone so far as to wear them to bed to never feel their weight. It was his new normal but given what was to be learned today he did as she asked, undoing the laces and bands that keeps them cemented along his form. Setting them to the side with a wide beaming smile a cloud of dirt and impression comes bored into the ground from the sheer collective weight of them being laid out. "That feels much better! It's like I'm lighter." He rotates his arms and swings his legs backwards and forwards with a glow about themselves, it was like a night and day difference though one practically unnoticed until now.

Looking forward as she displays a demonstration of the technique, he watches especially carefully as it occurs comparing to the last time she had shown him many months ago. Digesting her explanation and visualizing on how it operated whilst also filing away her word of warning on its over usage and abuse. It was one that certainly had it cost but proved exceptionally useful on the battlefield he imagined and a mainstay in any ninja's arsenal. As her question comes singing out of her mouth a newly determined and dauntless look glazes along the boy's features, creasing his expression as he sought to live up to her expectation and learn the technique henceforth. "Not... very good, but I'm ready to learn!" For what it was worth the boy was blunt and forthrightly honest, after all he had yet to learn tree nor water walking. Lacking experience in controlling the vast pool of chakra at their disposal he was in for it today by the sound of things.

[Hatake Shinde]

"Well. Luckily for you, this technique is a burst technique. You just focus the chakra in a spot and then you release. When you do the handseal, try to take it easy." That said, she found herself at a loss for words, mainly considering the jutsu was so simplistic, there was little else to talk about. However, she did feel the general need to point out at least this much. "Try doing smaller bursts first, or if not that, just focusing the chakra to your legs." It would have been easier if he already had the tree and water walking exercises down, but what could she do? Taking a deep, somewhat exasperated sigh, she seats herself and watches him potentially get to work.

Stretching her legs out, she proceeds to wonder how much he'd grown away from her, from meeting others and getting some new experiences. However, she supposed she'd see soon enough. After all, he was at least good enough to become a Genin, so that was something right? "After this...Maybe I'll go take you out to get something to eat. To celebrate." She suggested absentmindedly. "I know this place...Ichiraku Ramen. I heard it's pretty popular with Uzumaki people. Well. If you survive today's training that is." She hums far too sweetly. As she proceeds to reach into her pouch. Within her left hand, she pulls forth a handful of Shuriken and with a flick of her fingers, they spread evenly in her hand. "I hope you haven't gotten dull on me."

[Uzumaki Ataru]

His face scrunched up as the boy pensively put his mind to it, listening to her explanation of the technique as the scope of their conversation goes on. So he had to bring together his chakra and infuse it into a set place before enacting the ability and above all else try and take it easy. Slow is smooth, and smooth is fast as his Mom used to say to him when versing them in how a Shinobi should act. He didn't really get it, but if both she and his Sensei were telling him to operate this way - he'd put his trust in their words. Closing his eyes he attempts to do what she ask of him, feeding small bursts of chakra into his legs seeking to build it up to a desired amount.

The well of energy he pulled from was incredibly difficult to partition bits of chakra from, not used to pulling smaller amounts from the greater whole. He struggled and did so clearly, kneading the charka throughout his body and attempting to feed it through bit by bit within their legs. A trickle turns into a stream before a lashing torrent floods its way forth, taking an exasperated breath it was clear to Ataru that this sorta thing was gonna take practice and just like his muscles he would need to exercise and keep at it. As Shinde continues speaking further, he brightens upon hearing her express that she would take him out to eat. "Yata, I can't wait! Ramen, ramen..." He could feel a build up of saliva in his mouth as they expectantly imagined the meal to come though as their conversation took a turn for the worse. The boys gleaming eyes widened as he felt a pang of dread at the accented sweetness of their words, his pulse shot up and immediately Ataru felt a rush of fear accompanied by the familiar sensation of adrenaline.

It only came heightened as she dug around in her equipment pouch and materializes a handful of Shuriken, his body ached in places they were once cut before and he quickly renewed all his efforts and mental energy into learning the jutsu. Instead of attempting to feed pieces within his legs he attempts to stream in a steady amount before seeking to cut it off. Performing the hand seal a few times in preparations as he sets about learning it more innately...

[Hatake Shinde]

Maybe some might consider her a bit of a sadist in a way. Her training was brutal and she often delivered it harshly. However, at the same time, this was a brutal career and a hard life. There was a good chance of death when reaching higher ranks, and conflicts were rife in the world. In the short history of the Shinobi villages, there had been wars and conflicts immemorial, and conflicts well before then as well during an age of warring states. So when she looked to Ataru before her, she saw him for what he was, yes, a child, but she understood too that at the end of the day? He was a soldier. She was a soldier. They were all soldiers. Taking the liberty to look him over, she found herself lowering her left hand, resting her throwing stars against the bark. Not so hard that it would pierce or rip through, but she found herself reflecting upon him then.

"I'll give you a little bit of time to get accustomed. Stretch a bit. I don't want you hurt too badly." That in itself was a reflection of Shinde's true nature wasn't it. She made herself seem quite menacing, but in reality, she was quite caring and compassionate in her own way. Always holding back of course. She might joke she was going to kill him with her training, but she never would. Ideally, it'd be nice if he never had to experience the same level of torture, trauma that she went through. The pain she digested when she had insects burrowing into her flesh, biting and ripping through skin and muscle. He'd never need to experience the sensation of being sliced and ripped to ribbons. Taking a small sigh, she smiled, and proceeded to focus on him a bit more. "Take your time."

She wanted him to at least be able to do that. Because she didn't have that luxury. Slowly, as she looks at her hands and arms, she came to clench her bandaged fingers. Nor did she think she could have it for quite some time.

[Uzumaki Ataru]

Ataru was a rough and tumble type of kid and though Shinde was a harsh Master to learn under, she was a fair one and had done more than most others put together when it came to forging him into the Shinobi he stood today despite their rather brutal methods. And its a thing he was extremely grateful for, no matter the scars and pain he endured along the way - the boy strived to meet up not only to hers but his own, the village, and his family's expectations. Greeting the hardship instead of crumbling from it, heading forward in order to reach the heights of his ambition in hope of continuously shattering his limits as well as climbing to the same level of others. The Uzumaki was unquestioning if sometimes reticent due to the nature of his combat training and the manner in which she proposed it.

Breathing in and out a calm steadying breath, understanding that his lot as a Ninja was to fight and possibly die on its behalf in order to achieve its aims. But more than that, as he regulated his intake of air he wanted to do the people in his life proud and protect those dearest to him. That helped fuel the boy in his hardest moments, where he might question or the nagging feeling to give up gnawed at them. Eyeing the throwing stars, determined to not be cut to ribbons once again that was hard enough to explain the first time to the medical nin who aided him in tending their injuries. For over a week he was encased in bandages, he'd perform better this time Ataru resolved.

Taking the woman up on her advice, he regiments his breath and stretches as they're bid. Bending one way and then another, one arm folding over the curve of his body as he doubles over to touch his toes reaching out to the tips of his feet enclosed in shinobi boots - toes and all. Standing upright he presses their hand together once more, preparing the singular seal as he envisioned the flow of chakra allowing it swirl through his network and course within his legs. Feeling the thrum of power concentrated within the appendages, he instinctively leans forward and presses their thumb and pointer finger together completing the steps. Everything else bled to the side and disappeared in a kaleidoscope of colors as he launched forth in a surge of motion with what felt like wind buffeting his form and tearing at the corners of his face. Disappearing from one point and appearing in another clearly bewildered and not quite as far as he intended, in fact he smacks face first into a tree with a loud thump and resounding thwack echoing out amongst the area. Quieting the song of birds, flap of crickets, and overall ambience born from the forest via a piercing thump and an; "ITAI!!!"

[Hatake Shinde]

Shinde looked on, and found that as he began to move, and wanted to experiment. She was hopeful for a moment, only to find that as Ataru blurred from motion on the quest to moving fast, he didn't quite envision the stop or landing. When he slams himself into a tree, smacking his head along it, perhaps he was blessed in the fact he was wearing his headband at the time. Otherwise, she might need to be reporting a cracked skull. Then again, maybe she should be reporting the idea of him having a concussion? Maybe. Hrm. Probably. Absolutely? No. If he had time to scream out in pain, he was probably alright. Though she'd give him a couple minutes. If he fainted or started spasming, she'd take him to the hospital.

"You need to envision that a little bit more clearly. Get adjusted to that kind of speed..." She says, shouting over to him with a hand cupped to her mouth. "Otherwise? Maybe warm up by running to your top speed. Get a feel for it that way." With her suggestion given, Shinde would proceed to stand, and with a handseal would blur from motion, appearing atop the tree that Ataru just slammed his face into. A seeming perfection as she lands atop the surface of the branch. "You haven't been slacking on your reflexes. Have you?" She asks, with a tilt of her head.

[Uzumaki Ataru]

He was seeing stars, his headband having protected him from the brunt of the impact but still it really hurt for a few seconds the sting abates with Ataru finally coming out from the daze. Sniffing the air he was staring face first at a clear imprint left in the wood the shape of the stamped piece of metal resting along their brow, woah that really came in and saved him he thought. Coughing and standing up from where he'd fallen back onto his ass, the boy proceeds to dust himself in a slight huff. Hey, he'd gotten it but it still needed a fair bit of work to be put in order to actually get it down pat. Rotating his arm in its cuff, he sought to stretch and get himself more relaxed and limber, bending left and right before stooping over touching his toes.

Hearing as Shinde appears above and starts in on him, offering a modicum of sage voice to the young boy. One he gladly listens to and takes thorough heed of before planning his next move. He had blind jumped, going through the motions and completing the listed steps rather than focusing on the overall picture as well as envisioning where he might end up. That was his mistake, one he was determined not to repeat at the same time though he felt the immense strain the jutsu had on his muscles deciding to be more measured and take his time before trying again. Bending low before breaking out into a full on run evolving into a dead fast sprint, the boy sought to do laps whilst staring straight ahead. Looking forward at the scenery as it winds past them, breathing in and out again and again the stain of sweat creases their brow as he commits to this mix of endurance and stamina training.

Looking to take in and absorb not only his current place but the one ahead of him, envisioning utilizing the body flicker at choice moments gauging the level of chakra and when as well as where would be the most opportune and place to use such a thing. Powering through, he would go round and round for a total of ten laps. Stopping right where he had initially started, he proceeds to wipe the layer of sweat creasing his forehead while taking a short breather. Mentally working things out still as he peered ahead with discerning eyes...

[Hatake Shinde]

When Ataru came to collect himself and began moving into a dead sprint, Shinde had watched him go about moving at his full speed, and she could see he'd adjusted well. However, the Shunpo was a single burst. A single step, so he needed to know that he wouldn't be able to control himself past that moment. In this, he'd get an idea that when he'd stop his running, he'd need to control his inertia, and running in an open field like this could give him a good perspective. As Shinde watched over him, she proceeded to tuck in her throwing stars, and instead tried to guide and direct him in a more helpful way. Rubbing along her legs, she'd proceed to run just behind him, before moving at her own full speed, pushing past him as her arms sway behind her, letting them naturally drift in the high speed movement that they had; as she pushes past him.

"When you reach a higher level of speed, every bit of energy counts. We move at super human levels; so miniscule wasted energy. That's the key." She declares, before then proceeding to draw chakra into her legs, allowing her to move even faster as she focused, forming the ram seal as to allow her to better control her chakra. Before long, she skids to a stop, and allows for herself to slide, her sandals scraping long the grass; attempting to control her inertia.

[Uzumaki Ataru]

Calm regimented breaths came out from his mouth as the boy steadied his breathing in pace with his sprint, alternating to breathing in from his nose the boy did not relent in speed nor tempo as he continued soldiering forth. Allowing thoughts of the body flicker jutsu to flow through his mind, repeating the core tenants of what was involved as he ran ahead. The Shunpo was a single burst often in a straight line or a one to one exchange in place but like the exercise he got from this activity it took a toll as well as when needing to stop he would need to control his inertia. It was the same as needing to envision the path ahead, such perspective filtered into the young Uzumaki as he charged ahead.

Eventually finding Shinde next to him, they would continue on together for a short bit until she sails past him at a much brisker pace carried forth by an older more honed body. Running in order to catch up and match her rate of movement, he listens to her as his arms similarly flange out to the sides enhancing their locomotion. What she spoke to him made a lot of sense and provided insight, that wasted movement meant wasted energy and the level they performed translates directly into the jutsu. Mimicking her own actions, he focuses inward and begins channeling chakra within himself allowing it to spiral downwards and gather within his legs. Pressing his fingers together to form the ram seal in order to create a focal point and mentally pin hole the massive well of chakra he takes from in practice.

Levying out a deep withdrawn sigh, on a dime a handful of moments after Shinde does he stops cold turkey and digs his heels into the ground skidding through the turf in a rake-like motion until he comes to a full halt a couples meters away from her. Seeking to start and stop at a moment's notice, glimpsing a bit about what went into it. The need for control and restraint...

[Hatake Shinde]

It made sense that someone who moved within a conventional human speed and pace could be considered wasteful, if not somewhat stupid looking to let one's arms flow behind them. However, when someone moved as fast as a ninja did, at times capable of moving as fast as the speed of sound, or lightning, or faster than horses, every bit of energy counted. Excess movement was a detriment, and some might argue that when it came down to moving at the speeds they did, having their arms behind their back, and their movement lurching forward was better for aerodynamics; to cut through wind resistance. A little thought or theory. Eventually, as they came to skid to a stop, she proceeds to look him over, and looks back at where they started. "The jutsu takes a little bit of getting used to. Though. I think you're accustomed to moving at a faster speed, and you should have enough open clearing now to initiate the jutsu." Taking the liberty to look ahead?

She forms a singular handseal. "Shunshin no Jutsu." She declares, blitzing and vanishing out of existence, as she appears far off at the end of the clearing, her warped speed blurring past the grass. Appearing with a firm stop as she turns to face him. "Now you try." She says to herself, waving him over, as she takes a deep breath. This was a pretty decent workout wasn't it?

[Uzumaki Ataru]

They weren't normal people he had to remind himself, though that distinction faded somewhat in the days since leaving the Academy though it had been a gradual build-up in regards to affirming that sorta perspective within the waning months of time he spent there. A glint formed betwixt his eye as well as within the pocket of his mind as he envisioned it inside whilst also moving beyond practice and theory to applying it once again in reality. It all coalesced together in the moments spent grinding to a screeching halt, feeling the scrunch of his muscles, digging sensation of his foot striking its feel into the hard ground combined with the howling gale of wind pass through his air. Looking on at the trail left in his Master's wake, her example and words only served to spur the boy on even more that he was already resolved to.

The space was clear, the conditions perfect, he had finally wrapped his mind around the essentials and understood what was necessary. Forming his fingers together into a singular hand seal having recreated it from practice, he mouths out the words uttering them aloud as the flow of chakra flows through his body energizing their legs and priming the jutsu into gear. "Shunshin no Jutsu." His amber eyes faded away, his bleeding into nothingness blitzing forward at immense speeds a kaleidoscope of light coming snuffed out and warped in a track of blinding speed. Blurring past the line trees absent their leaves, and bed of grass swaying back and fro appearing at the opposite end of the clearing a handful of paces away from where his Sensei was waving at him.

Having materialized only a short ways away from her, he possessed a wide grin split from ear to ear as he looked back and then forward once again to where he had arrived. Having realized that he finally achieved success and relishing it, laughing gladly as he takes a thankful breath. Elated to have finally got it down pat, while also proving able to measure the distance without smacking into a tree too. "I did it... I did it Shinde Sensei!!!" His tone was one filled with mirth and an excited sense of happiness, flowing forth from the fiery haired Uzumaki. "Yosh."

[Hatake Shinde]

"Good work." She said, giving him an affirmation and a thumbs up as she saw he arrived closeby her. "You've learned the Shunshin no Jutsu; and fairly quick." She proclaims. "Now all you have to do is master it." Taking the liberty to look upon him, and the progress that he'd made, she imagined how much stronger he would be in the future if he dedicated himself; and with fine mentors along the way? Personal experience aside. "Make sure to keep working diligently at it, but not to push yourself too hard." When it came on Ataru's quest to become one of the fastest Shinobi within the village, he was probably making some good marks there. However, there was little else for her to say, at least in these moments. She'd let him revel and enjoy the position he found himself in.

"I've got training and work to do of my own, but I think we'll meet again soon." She says, before turning her back and beginning to walk off, giving him a backwards wave. "If you need any other training or advice, you know where to find me." With that, this was another simple day of training completed for the two of them. As they continue to advance their path in the way of the Shinobi.