[Senju Minazawa]

It was difficult for Minazawa Senju to get reoriented in the life of the Shinobi. In truth, it could be considered borderline hellish, considering her impairments. Forced to become far more minimalistic in her movements and her actions in order to procure victory. The strength she held though was immense, and she felt it radiate throughout her. It was not the Mokuton that made her strong, nor was it her body which was toned and could endure much punishment in its forms. It was her spirit. Out in the training yard today, she slowly weaves through a series of handseals as she sought to master and progress herself. Advancing in her skills.

"Mokuton. Daijurin no Jutsu!" She calls out, thrusting her right arm outwards, as she funnels chakra into her technique. She feels the sensation of there being protrusions, not dissimilar to another jutsu she knew, the Sashiki no Jutsu. However, as she funnels chakra into the technique, she can feel it becoming heavier. Thicker and more obtrusive. What more, the feeling of it being far more challenging, if not taxing as she feels something radiate. A mass, as several wooden pillars begin to shoot out from her wrist and upper forearm. Branches and leaves slowly growing outwards, before she halts her technique. Never had she made such volume of wood before.

"So...That's how it is." She says, with some modicum of surprise. Her ancestors truly must have had monstrous chakra reserves to be able to pull techniques off like this casually. 

[Senju Minazawa]

Channeling the chakra within herself, she thought back to the Senju of old, those that had experienced the horrors of war perpetual. It was a luxury to have become as old as she was, with less worry or concern of a future that would lead to annihilation. To be able to form ties and bonds. Weaving those handseals again, she aims her arm outwards, and runs it through, feeling the tissues morph, as she watches a long standing pillar come forth, jutting and rippling outwards like a engorged palisade. "Mokuton! Daijurin no Jutsu!" Channeling it along that singular tree, she wills for more.

Feeling the radical shift and expulsion, she witnesses the wood pressing outward in an expansive manner. It was different from the other Mokuton jutsu she'd utilized in the past. Very much so. yet still. Watching several segmentation form along the wood, she turns one tree into two, then three, some of the wood merging within itself and splintering through as it encroaches and advances upon the field, She couldn't say she felt as if she got the technique down for certain, but she could most certainly say there was the sensation of progress. This was certainly a technique she felt like she could get behind.

[Senju Minazawa]

To say that Minazawa was particularly masterful or skillful in much of anything seemed like a stretch in her mind. Namely because she’d only just begun to scratch the surface of possibilities. Though perhaps that was standard for someone who came from the clan of a thousand skills. She was a master of none, and yet, she strived to advance herself a little at a time. Her time in hospitals and through great pain had made her realize the fragility and value of life; and she’d felt a strong sense of appreciation ever since. As she broke off the flow of chakra to her technique, she’d looked to see what she’d made. A flowing and yet seemingly warped formation of oak that seemed abnormal in a way, despite its leaves. Unnaturally grown.

The Great Forest jutsu didn’t seem to be great whatsoever. Perhaps a flaw in her perspective or a negative outlook on the technique. It seemed like an amalgamation of trees interlocked, a misguided twist of nature as opposed to a natural flow. It wasn’t as if her Mokuton was to blame. No, but she felt as if she wasn’t truly flowing with nature more so she was trying to manipulate it. For an extension of herself, it seemed offputting. Hearing the chirping of the birds, she’d realized perhaps she ought to start with controlling her chakra and jutsu with higher efficiency.

[Senju Minazawa]

"Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu!” She calls out as she weaves the seals another time. Extending her right arm out again, she imagines it. Channels her chakra as she imagines the wood spreading forth in a more fluid nature. The trees coming out spreading out more like a swathe or combined wave. The branches jutting out and expanding. "Haaagh!” She calls forth. Feeling a strain on her reserves, she could see the potential of the technique to be truly devastating when facing off against foes, and with it, she stopped limiting her imagination. Letting the jutsu consume her chakra and grow wild, to become teeming as she fueled its growth.

Until the trees became many times larger than her normal arm. Stepping back, she observes it, and sees that indeed, her imagination was likely the limiting issue. Taking a deep breath, she could feel the beginning tugs of exhaustion along her mind. But she saw her handiwork. It was strange and surreal for her to look at her Mokuton and think of how her chakra gave birth to new life. How if she left the trees undisturbed with ample water and sunlight that they may very well survive long after her. That it was from her ancestors that the forests of Konohagakure thrived. That made her feel accomplished, and yet all the more self conscious. Deep breaths.

[Senju Minazawa]

Patting the wood trees she had created, she’d seen that her jutsu were more than techniques to be employed for battle. She saw them as the ability to nurture and create, and therefore provide for others. To change the world, quite literally in that regard in a way that no other jutsu could. Taking the liberty to admire her handiwork, she’d sit along one of the branches for a few short moments, partaking in some cold barley ginger tea, before she seeks to continue her operations. This time, using her jutsu for a more practical demonstration. Namely to see how her technique performed against other bodies and entities.

Moving herself along a different sector of the map, she observes a stone cliffside, an incline that she imagined must have also been made from someone’s training in the somewhat distant past. Small bits of lichen and moss grew along its face. Looking down at her hands, she again formulates the short string of handseals, before she envisioned what she wanted to do. To crash her technique along the harsh and unyielding rock face, as to see which would yield. Though she did imagine the outcome rather clearly beforehand. As she focuses her chakra, she focuses it forward and outwards in one consolidated strike.

[Senju Minazawa]

"Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu!” Calling upon the forest, as she channels her chakra through her arm once more, she bursts the wood outwards with more practiced ease now. Letting it carry out and ripple across the area as she makes several log like masses to lurch forward and slam into the rock face. She can hear several thuds and sees the crashing of the logs, boring and pressing into its mass. However, just as she suspected, it was not so powerful that it could outright shatter it. Instead, she sees the trees she was making warp and contort along the small cracks, and it was there that she saw its true strength.

The wood continued to grow and expand outwards, upwards, and inbetween the cracks. Much like how a plant would grow inbetween the cracks of a road, so too did her Mokuton begin to expand and shatter deeper into the earth as she applied her focus. The mixture combination of earth and water, she saw that while she lacked the rigidity, what she did have was a level of fluidness and expansive diversity of movement that earth alone lacked. As well as a resilient force that water too couldn’t achieve. A balance between elements.

[Senju Minazawa]

Minazawa now had a decent understanding of how her jutsu worked, and saw how destructive it could be in a fluid motion. The new holes and warped tree line leading to the top of its edifice had proven that. Walking its length, and then hopping upwards, she’d make her way to the top, some twenty feet upwards, before gazing down and seeing a great amount of versatility. She’d already confirmed and observed as according to the scroll before that it could use both sharpened bores or otherwise. However, there was something else she hadn’t tried. She’d only seen what would happen when she used it as a tangled and large mass, boring downwards.

"Mokuton! Daijurin no Jutsu!” She calls forth, shooting her right arm outwards, as this time? She imagines the wood being more dispersed and farther apart, making longer more rectangular beams that shoot downwards, the branches intermingling and setting out in a fluid path motion that was like a web. She wills the extensions to weave and arc a new path down towards the earth as she concentrates on the desire. She can see there is a momentary shift, and some difficulty in bending in segments, but sees some beginning progress.

[Senju Minazawa]

Her control on the technique now was pretty good. There was little room for complaint and as she could tell, she was making forward strides when it came down to her control over Mokuton. She'd ventured and experimented with various techniques and in doing so, she'd played with Mokuton jutsu that come from the environment, Mokuton that comes from her own body. In various shapes and forms. As she fine tuned the techniques, she could feel a sense of tiredness and exhaustion washing over her small form. Before long, she'd take steps to descend, reflecting on her clan's jutsu.

How great she could be if she hadn't gotten injured. How fantastic she could be if she'd focused and trained harder perhaps, or recovered swifter. Those were things that she never let bog her down, especially as she was putting in the effort now. She was growing stronger every single day, and to hold the loser's logic. The defeatist logic. It wasn't something that suited Minazawa. A few more times of repetition would do her well to ensure she had the technique down to the level she truly desired. Afterwards, she could play around with writing her thoughts and observations. Think about how she might use it going on in the future.

[Senju Minazawa]

She repeated the jutsu throughout the day, garnering a greater feel for the jutsu as her wooden beams and tendrils would spread throughout the field. She tried it with rounded bottoms, beams, and sharpened tips, and had found that all of her applications had a level of diversity, and her control over the Mokuton technique was growing. Steadily, but surely, especially as she focused on jutsu applications that pushed her to higher levels. Wood Release at the end of the day truly did seem to be rather simple. However, on another part, she realized it's versatility was what made it so feared.

"Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu!" As she shouts out, and slams more wooden beams along the ground and through soil, it kicks dirt upwards into the sky and rips through the earth. It was there that she pushed herself, and she could feel a pang and great tugging sensation on her chakra. She didn't have poor reserves persay. She didn't have massive reserves like other family members. SHe didn't have poor reserves and hard chakra control. Minazawa was one of those ninja that someone could consider pretty average. Calling her technique to an end, she could feel the sweat drench her forehead.

It was about time to wrap up her training and reflect on her findings.

[Senju Minazawa]

Her control over the Daijurin jutsu was more or less mastered. However, as she took the liberty to look at all of the wood she created, she did come to reflect on what a mess it was. How it'd take considerable time to undo this. How the haphazard placement had warped this arena seemingly for a long time. However, she didn't have much time to ponder that. She hoped that perhaps the lumberjacks and other such figures might come to clear it out. Or if not, then perhaps she herself would be able to come and make use of all of this wood. Maybe utilize it for further training or as a target.

"Daijurin no Jutsu. An excellent weapon for keeping control of crowds, immobilization, wit the capacity to be lethal. A technique that can be utilized on many opponents or singular large targets as befits the need with the potential to cast wide nets, but otherwise holds substantial blunt or piercing trauma potential. It can be used to effect the battlefield's layout for advantage and otherwise. With that said, I have little room for flaw, other than the fact my arm will be immobilized whilst I cast the technique. Still. The boons are worth it." Writign this into her journal, she plans on expanding her training and repertoire further. However. One thing is for certain.

[Senju Minazawa]

She was growing stronger. Incredibly so. As she applied herself and her efforts to her advancements, while she was taking time, it was progress that was undeniable. She would not regress or falter in the face of this obstruction. Taking the liberty to see her handiwork, she'd begin to take her leave. Clenching her fingers, she could feel herself half dead rom the amount of chakra she'd exerted in the bout. She'd practice more and further with the passage of time, but this was an insightful and meaningful experience.

For this was the first time that Minazawa would begin to delve into training techniques that could truly be considered advanced. Techniques with greater power and intricacy than anything she'd had before. With an appreciation and a sense o pride for her hard work, she would probably do this a few more times. As she was prepared to truly press herself to advance. The next Chunin Exams were coming up, and in order to truly feel as if she was ready, she was going to need some ace in the holes. Some applications and variety so that when she was faced with the difficult road ahead, she'd have things to fall back on.. A set of skills and techniques that could reliably hold her over.

Another day? Another successful training.