Talkin' n Jivin'[Training]

Alone he stood surrounded within the thicket of the training ground, immersed in the iconic woodland he soon hoped to take control of. Within his grasp he held the scroll of Bob Kingwe, a scroll passed down through his clan in order to complete the pinnacle of training for one who studies the teachings of Bob Kingwe; for only when such is complete will that ninja be able to take its complete victory against the oppressors around themselves. Cocaine needed not to open the scroll, for it would destroy the contents inside, instead he activated his bloodline limit, opening the seal that placed on the outmost sigil of the mandible scroll. The Scroll awakened as Cocaine’s world around him began to systematically shift, his being encompassed and thrown into the depths of what the seal contained.

Within the pocket dimension, The Ninja's mind was boggling with the new source of information. He watched the world fill with water up to his chest. Cocaine stood on the water and tried to pull some up with his antagonized jutsu. In angry disdain that the lingering spirit of Bob Kingwe had taken away his power Cocaine looked for figure known as Bob Kingwe. He was nowhere, yet everywhere. Cocaine looked extremely confused and on the edge, he hadn't felt this desperation of life ever. He was afraid and Cocaine wanted to live. A bright ball appeared and clipped the ninja at immense speeds, Cocaine flipped back from the force and into the water.

Cocaine's eyes snapped open, with unsatisfied resentments; before he could digress his anger Cocaine felt a numerous amount of volts run through the water. Cocaine’s body crumpled with pain as his body gave itself pain in the water. Floating to the top of the water with his body smoking Cocaine stood up slowly, looking at the ball of light. It soon stretched and took a form. Made out of radiating electricity he had arms and legs like he usually had. It was Bob Kingwer, except his face seemed to have a never ending open grin on his face. Cocaine cursed when he saw the hachiwara in the other’s hand. Things were not looking well for The Haitian.

Cocaine jumped back away from the being of electricity his snickering figure showing slight disgust in his smile. <<I’ve never seen you use this power before. Care to explain why you been holding out on a nigga?>> Bob Kingwe smirked at his supposed master's plight <You’re a sad one… If number 11 looked at you, he'd destroy you himself, Let me show you the first steps to how to improve yo broke ass> From the lake below them countless blades of water came around himself; ionized with electricity, they were flung one by one at Cocaine. Attention spurned with eyes widened at the speed, he ran daringly to the left he pulled on enough strength to summon a bo staff with his Zenzeigan; looking at the quality he felt himself with dismay. The Sprite himself was continuously draining Cocaine of his energy, though with desperation he flipped the bo staff around, his visage getting used to the weight of the weapon. Cocaine ran swiftly on the water, trying to get the upper edge on the imaginary criminal. Much to his avail, the imaginary criminal was much, much faster than the Ninja himself. As Cocaine prepared a diagonal strike to his Imaginary criminal's chest, Bob Kingwe took the hachiwara and simply tapped the weapon of Cocaine. The electricity conducted into the staff, the volts radiating through Cocaine as the man felt the iconic blessing of pain. Taking notice to how the electricity freely flew through his body, Cocaine mustered up some of his strength and jumped back. Trying to raise the smoking Bo staff he found his left arm was paralyzed; wracked with over exposure to electricity he cursed to himself.

The ninja was very apparent on the basics of how to start this generation of electricity; he was angered that Bob Kingwe was able to control it freely as he was. Cocaine seethed through his teeth, a major frown do disdain appeared on his face as he said nothing; his pride has been trampled on. Cocaine lowered his hand to take a handful of water. He focused on the water his eyes deepening on the electricity. Bob Kingwe didn't give him a damn chance. In a flash, Bob Kingwe was right in front of Cocaine; his electrified claw of the hachiwara skewering into his stomach. Cocaine coughed up blood, his innards beginning to cauterize from the heat of the sped up oxygen cells. <HA!> Cocaine was pummeled into the water by the saw on the hachiwara, tearing at his flesh he sunk underwater. Bob Kingwe waited for Cocaine to rise; though he was smacked down and slowly waited to rise back up with empty, blurry eyes, his focused snapped back into place. He cupped water as he focused onto it. The chakra changing nature as it separated. All the water in the area was tightly compacted and drawn into Cocaine's hand. Screaming he shot this ball of water as a beam at the empty ceiling of the pocket dimension and collapsed. The rapidly moving electricity was able to allow Cocaine to take control a small current of electricity.

Cocaine woke up in a cave, from the extreme amplitude of the blistering cold, Cocaine instantly covered his ears and huddled together. Seeing some cornmeal and chicken, Cocaine omnomnommed the meal and went to sleep. Rudely awaken by a slice on his arm Cocaine jolted awake already aware who would bestow upon him such benevolence. Gazing upon his mentor, Bob Kingwe threw him out the cave and up a hill, Cocaine found himself to be surrounded on cloudy mountain tops, as far as the vicinity was seen. Cocaine was rejected the time he had to marvel at the beauty before he was attacked by Bob Kingwe and the hachiwara. Bob Kingwe stood in a curved way, the hachiwara snapped to his side and he pointed the hachiwara at Cocaine. Cocaine Found his hand running with the current he had before. Laced with his specific chakra Cocaine felt himself mold the electricity into his hands. A pair of tonfa made from him Zenzeigan ionized themselves, wildly crackling up on his arm. Cocaine smiled feeling some sense of achievement, unable to say, he didn't have the moment to make his comment. Cocaine watched an elemental blast explode in his face.

Cocaine gripped the tonfa, he was wildly confused and uncertain of what he could do. His previous knowledge of electricity simply contained of pure energy, but this...He could touch it, mold it, feel its essence within his hands. Cocaine stood up with a look of some unknown determination he hadn't felt in a long time. His anger was rising and he ran across the cloudy mountain tops at the Daemon. Cocaine held his right arm perpendicular to his body, the tonfa stabbing at the stomach of Bob Kingwe's figure; when Cocaine thrusted, a spike of electricity shot out like a spasm.

Bob Kingwe simply absorbed this electricity and bashed Cocaine across the head to the left, the ninja staggered for a moment while falling. His head bleeding, Cocaine swung his right arm at the other’s legs, Cocaine smiled when he felt himself make contact with the being. His tonfa sliced against the imaginary criminal's leg only to be absorbed and get kicked away brutally down a mountain, Bob Kingwe pointed the hachiwara at the man and the earth under Cocaine went to an extreme. Cocaine quickly began sinking and some of the mist that surrounded him at his upper body. The water constricting his chest and arms, slowly crushing him, controlling the water around his mouth Cocaine's breathing became lapsed, his body having short spasms of convulsion. Bob Kingwe skipped over to cocaine victoriously, his smile reappearing on his face. The Sprite activated the saw on his hachiwara and easily passed through the water, drilling a hole through the chest of Cocaine.

A multitude of precious life liquid oozed out of the ninja as he slumped over, his arms broken and body bleeding. The Earth of the mountain spat Cocaine out, the water released and Bob Kingwe jumped back looking at the result of what he’s done. <I think I killed that Turkey…> Cocaine's eyes slowly awoken themselves for the second time in his training session. Cocaine struggled to get up; his bark figure rising slowly. A look of unfinished business flashed on the face of Bob Kingwe. Cocaine remembered a skill he acquired from the man, a pulse Cocaine appeared above Bob Kingwe, his leg slamming on to the head of the man. Bob Kingwe was berated down his hachiwara accidentally stabbing himself. Cocaine used the chance to pull away, in a reverse he pushed Bob Kingwe away from him, and shifting to him.

Cocaine twisted his body with the use of his hips to give a flurry of rapid kicks with the back of his heels to the back of the Imaginary criminal. On the ending kick, he stuck his heels in the back of the other and flipped him over, ramming him into the ground. Bob Kingwe quickly got up and transformed to electricity, he acted sentential, although that didn't stop Cocaine. The ninja jumped up at the mental character and threw his tonfa at him. Cocaine watched the hahciwara dropped to the floor and heard a voice in his head. <You’ll see me again…> Cocaine gripped the hachiwara with his teeth and in due time he released the seal which summoned to such a location. Upon exiting, with his hounds intact, Cocaine laid within the entwining branches, taking the time to relax for the brief moment and heal his apparent wounds.

More than plenty, spacious vegetation brought Cocaine out of his mid equally vegetative state from his current disposition. The lost individual which fled himself deep into the roots of the thicket, confused yet aware of his situation as of late; taken out of his subatomic world of training, significant time had passed as the operative had scavenged throughout the training grounds as he rebuilt his own survival capabilities in the vast nature. Though not far from civilization, Cocaine took tedious time in order to realign himself with nature, the peculiar Haitian aware of the perfect burning of improvement surrounding in his physical and mental capabilities. Cocaine felt as if he still had the ability to improve before his pertinent responsibilities called upon him once again. When faced with the uncertainty of where to progress, where can one take the new drive for improvement to heart? The Ninja had the simplest answer which helped the repressed assortment of ideas to their new found disposition; he meditated. Through the rigorous conditions the corruptible ninja placed himself under, Cocaine could only find the clear path for himself in the end of his journey. Underneath his own discovered waterfall, the individual had no idea where he truly was, whether it was Konoha itself or somewhere in the cast land of the Land of Fire. Within this ominous, yet iconic waterfall, Cocaine sat in his Indian style crossing. He though briefly to himself, what the hell were Indians? Some omniciral race which fled origins to his head had somehow gave thought to his position, though he was aware of their existence and how to identify them, the knowledge and ability to point them out from a crowd was unfathomable within Cocaine.

Though these thoughts were dealt noted for Cocaine, he completely let his own inhibitions release from themselves; with this action, his chakra began to seep out through the area, the individual allowing himself draw upon the very basics of his own crafted technique, the man’s personal sensing abilities taken to a new extreme. He felt out exponentially becoming aware of the life and characteristic anomalies which lied itself in the thicket. Within the shades of lush olive and green obscurities which constructed his decision, the ninja sat stark nekkid within the waterfall, as he became one with the area itself, r so he thought in mind. Cocaine’s identity felt as if he was out of body itself, when he was aware of viral ant crawl, descending assortments of water depressed by gravity, photosynthesis, and properties which coincided against him. The steady rushing of the water which waddled in the small pong around himself gave the Ninja a enlightened state of mind. He -wanted- to take his supremacy within the earth region of his elemental prowess. Deep within the askew teaching of Bob Kingwe, Cocaine allowed himself to be aware of the philosophical teachings for a holy pinnacle of a ninja triad. Though he had furiously traversed himself with the fury of the heavens, and the life liquid which ran through everything, Cocaine had yet to align himself with the being of creation he resided himself with. The incandescent splotches of orange and yellow shone sharply through the closed eyelids of Cocaine. Unable to open his eyes, though aware of the area around him, Cocaine took notice to the gradually dampening temperature around him, feeling time itself interval with the phases of life around itself. He focused his Zenseigain innately, feeling that he was almost out of chakra completely; he wanted to place himself under such extremities in order to force himself to fight through new capacity. He was acertain that only be giving his all to a project, unfathomable facts he assuredly take control of the process he wanted to acquire. And through such a feat itself, The Ninja took claim to what he deeply coveted. Power was not a lust for his deep desires, he lived only to serve his own goals, and the power he was embodied is what he was created with. Nowhere in his own mental abilities did he seek to gain power for the sake of growing stronger, though when he improved himself, these advancements were only for the satisfaction of accomplishing his own goals; these goals being able to dignify life up to his own expectation of what he should be, or what was coveted in the past. He had an ideal of himself which was only meant to take itself to unsurpassable heights, Cocaine’s body liberated through the trails of a difficult path to accomplish. His energy drained out as the veil of night sulked over the area around him, the ebony skinned man falling staggered into the pool of water and essence soiled earth beneath him. Though only wadding for the pond had branched off into a creek, Cocaine’s face laid half-submerged within the water depths beneath him; the tentative individual mustered the few remaining physical and spiritual will which allowed himself to live in this world, he wanted to abdicated the forces of the earth into his own being. Cocaine’s hands dug into the sand beneath him, his hands converting it’s chakra to the distinct signatures which he experienced the hours of meditation which benevolently befallen upon him. This energy coursed through his burned out chakra pathways, the Ninja forcing the nature to change grammatically, not though the rage of the clouds which had been as mysterious to him as ever before, for the nature of the seemingly ethereal free flowing essences which surrounded his nude aptitude, though Cocaine put all of his energy to the generous and self-sustaining energy which comprised itself to complete self-obedience.

The Ninja almost felt born anew, a new stage of enlightenment envisioned within his mental wellbeing; Cocaine gripping his hand through the dirt as he rose to his knees, looking down at the sullied nature before him he focused his breath deeply, his aptitude continuing to concentrate at the assorted array of clumps of sediment earth and dirt which remained trapped and clenched within his hand. Through subtle but assuredly charged of chakra, the man’s eyes slowly parted as he smiled weakly. A small chuckle emerged as he could feel his own accomplishment run through his body. The earth nature chakra filled his pathways as he converted his twisted chakra nature, the earth which stood in a standstill within his palms lifted through the properties of his own crated ethereal technique. The realms of sediment rock and earth lifted the Ninja from the ground meters through the air as he subsequently added his own water opposition within it with inquisitive thought. The ninja taking notice to its new formation, the pure life gratification which extended from his body as a staircase of wood formed itself as he walked down to the subtle earth beneath him. The duality of his bare feet filled with the moss and grass which surrounded the waterfall became quickly accompanied by a halfhearted chuckle filed his voice as he made himself scarce within the thicket of Konoha woods.