Neo's Morning Training

It was early in the morning when Neo had risen. Nobody else seemed to be awake, and nor should they, it was too early for dawn to have broken, even the birds refrained from chirping. Neo rolled off his sheets, and twisted to slip off the bunk bed. Looking at the elf girl sleeping below, before getting changed and exiting for a walk. It wasn’t often that Neo trained, especially since he isn’t one to care about strength, or power. It was a trait, granted to him by his all to knowledgeable sex addict great grandparents who raised him, waking him each morning with their loud love making, causing Neo to do anything except be in the house. Fucking old people and their sex.

Neo trains by habit now, not interest. He made his way to the training grounds, using his displacement aura to push the door open without touching it, as he strolled casually inside, now wide awake. It was no surprise that the place was empty. Nobody is awake at GGP Sexy time, that’s why they do it. Neo shook the thought, standing in front of a life sized training dummy. From 1:50 in the morning, to 7am, he continued to train, working solely on extending his aura. Reaching a total o 5 feet.

Word Count: 216
Needed: 200

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Neo awoke in an instant, his dream reaching a dramatic climax as his right hand threw itself out of the sheets covering his bandaged right eye. It was quite a spectacular dream, one which held many heroic moments. It was simply a dream of Neo allowing himself to be taken over by his inner self and killing everybody around him. It was fortunate that his body automatically awakens at the time it does, otherwise there was a possibility that the said event would elope. Neo sat there for about 10 minutes, waiting for urges to subside before removing himself from the bed, and jumping down, landing as silently as a cat as to not wake the other three. After changing into an attire capable of withstanding his boring training, Neo turned to look at the mute, sleeping peacefully in his voiceless dreams. It was a temptation to break his neck that caused Neo to creep over to his side of the room, bending over to get face to face with the other boy. Of course, it was only a temptation, and not an action he couldn’t control, it was an aspect he has had to put up with his whole life, however, seeing one so defenceless, he just had to test the boundaries, how easy would it be? Neo slowly drew his hand closer, and closer, until his index finger touched the boy lightly on the cheek, so light it was equal to that of a mosquito. With the satisfaction now filled, Neo stood himself upright, and turned to leave the room quietly.

As they should be, the halls leading to the training grounds were empty and silent. Neo walked along with both his Fuma shurikan and his kusarigama perched tightly on his back, and his kunai pack neatly strapped on his leg. It wasn’t often that Neo walked around this prepared, however his dream earlier had given him some ideas on what to do. Numerous ways he could kill without being noticed, hopefully allowing Neo to eventually kill others to satisfy himself, without being persecuted. Just like last night, as he neared the door to the grounds, they swung open by themselves, simply by being in his presence he was able to create a small will powered shockwave. His almost smiled as he walked in, instantly getting to work. Today, he had one goal. To further his willpower. He had roughly about 4 hours before anyone who gets up early, awakens, which is plenty of time to get a solid work habit going.

First thing first. A blast. It was something he has been practicing a lot lately, but it needed to be refined. Neo set up a training dummy about 5 feet away from himself, and began to work on throwing his willpower outwards. That consumed the first of the four hours. By the end of it, the dummy was forcefully thrown about 10 meters. Next, refining the throwing of the willpower. The next hour consisted of throwing projectile weapons, such as kunai and his fuma, aiming not at the target, but to the right of it. By the end of that hour, it dealt a destructive stabbing force over a 5 feet long. He also managed to get this working on his kusarigama which will be very useful in the future. The next hour was spent on creating blasts of willpower to throw his body parts forwards in order to create a powerful knockback technique. And of course, the final hour, spent on creating a blast of willpower behind himself to project himself forwards at a high speed. After he finished, Neo walked out, hardly tired at all from all his work. Perks of never feeling strain…WIN!


Word Count: 620
Needed: 600 (C+C+D+D)

No training for 56 hours.

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Neo’s brain ticked into motion like a well-timed alarm clock, waking him in an instant, his eyes snapping into an opened state as he stared at the black, bleak roof above. The bed squeaked as he forced himself upright, throwing his sheets and blankets off as he twisted and fell to the floor with a silent thud. It was a new morning, and a vigorous training which was going to be ahead of him. After all, today was that special day of the week, that day where they went harder then usual…Neo shock the thought, dressing himself appropriately, no caring whether one of the other three were to awaken and see his vulnerable, uncovered skin. Sighing, Neo looked around the room, as empty as it was, except for the slight filling of cabinets for each. Neo looked at Yvette, something about her was just simply familiar, her blood? Presence? It was as if he knew her already somehow. Neo walked over, placing his hand next to her face, comparing the difference in skin. Nah, they couldn’t be connected, she was simply to dark. Potential though, her skin and body held much potential to grow into a very attractive young woman, but as she was now, it would be like sex with a toddler, not much worth. Neo’s hand removed itself from the pillow and instead covered his eye, he finished grabbing all his gear with his remaining arm, and turned to leave, walking out the door with no hesitation.

As usual, the hallways were empty, so the walk to the training grounds was clear and clean, nobody to disturb his tone of mind, or anger his other self. It was a pain to stay the way he was, Neo was only ever going to be a burden, and because of that reason, he refuses to allow himself the privilege of being sociable. The less people around him, the safer. The door to the training grounds swung open as he neared, walking in and throwing his bag against a nearby wall. There were a number of things which needed to be done, so there was no time to waste. A cloud appeared beside Neo, floating peacefully. The useless fuckers unable to do anything except ram. Today, that will change, today, Neo will muster the ability to alter then in some way. The chakra brimmed at his fingertips, he was eager to begin, and, to start it off, he clapped his hands together, surprised by what had occurred. The storm chakra clashing creating a thunderous rip which shred throughout the entire academy, no doubt waking many from their sleep. Neo sighed. “Good to know” was all he managed to think as he continued in his training, giving no fucks about the now restless hoe bags. Neo watched the cloud, making it pulse as he grew and reclined, grew and reclined. It wasn’t really as hard as he first thought, and within the first 10 minutes, Neo had the technique mastered, able to create both a fog, a swamp and a hard fucking ball.

Thunder clashed in the sky, this time not a result of neo, well not really. When Neo’s chakra runs wild, a storm will always follow, its been like that since he was a child, but that isn’t important. The main purpose of today’s morning training was to in some form, control his curse transformations. There was one which Neo had already been practicing, which was his Armed form. Neo stood, watching the dummys which he had set up around himself intently, as an arm shot forwards from his chest, coated in a dense cloud sharpened in order to deal weapon like damage, it was no where near enough to reach a single dummy, however, with his displacement Aura, Neo’s attack managed to reach not just the dummy in front, but all 5 of them, all in a pinpointed position on their neck. Success. All that remained…the Mole. Neo’s mind smiled back at him, as if mocking his appearance as he changed into a long nosed, whiskered moron diving into the ground like it was a pool of water. It was beautiful in all honesty, but no one will ever see him like this…ever.

Word Count: 704
Needed: 700 (7*D-Rank)

No Solo Training for a week

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Neo awoke suddenly, almost jolting out of bed completely, catching the side of the bed in the last second to hold himself well enough to lower him sideways down onto his feet. It wasn’t often that neo went into his second curse form while sleep, but this was one of those moments, Neo was face to face with Zela in his seconds curse form, and yet, he wasn’t trying to kill her. In an instant, he snapped out of his, returning to normal, His hand hovering over Zela’s throat, it was close, however, he knew what he was doing. That was the closest Neo has ever been to controlling his curse. Maybe its as Hope had told him, maybe the third form was finally ready. Neo shock the thought as he usually does, standing up right. Now instead of them being head to head, they were now…well stick head to head. Neo sighed, covering his privates before getting changed into his usual attire. Chucking on his skin tight wetsuit as his great grandfather told him it looked like, followed by his black trousers and boots. Then he chucked on his thin coat which still clung to his body shape strongly. Cloves followed and then the primeval piece, the hood. His face masks were already on as he slept with them, knowing that if he woke he may open his right eye, and if someone else awoke him, that would be dangerous. Neo sighed, as he strapped his small weapon pouches to his leg. 5 fuma shurikans to his back and of course his Kura to his to sides, the chain wrapping around his arm, stopping just before his arm reaches the pocket instead going towards the scythe.

Neo walked out, getting as far away from them as possible. It was dangerous to be near them right now, even getting dressed was difficult. It was just as Hope explained to him, it is taking over. Every few seconds the 2nd form fluxuates to active and non active. He was losing it, and this time, it was a permanent change. If Neo loses to this, he will never return to sanity. It was a gamble on life, however it was gonna happen sooner or later. Neo sprinted as well as he could, ever now and then throwing himself against a wall with no control over his body, fighting mentally. If this goes on, he will try to kill everyone in the school. Neo jumped from a window, crashing down into the ground hard on his side, but still managed to get up and run out, leaping the school fence as he left the academy behind, venturing into the wilderness around him. (I wonder if anyone is reading this training, because its annoying when I train and put effort (minimal effort) into writing shit, and it doesn’t even get read. So if you are a mod, and you don’t read this, suck shit, you approved it, and this was included in the fucking word count. Sigh, read your shit, its your job. You are suppose to make sure actually include a segment for each tech, but who am I kidding. Haha. Love Cola.) It was cold, dark, and empty of human life, which was what Neo needed right now. It was time…to master his third cursed form, one which is stronger, harder to control, but longer to activate.

The night time air bellowed down, generating a cool breeze which swept across the floor, Grass swaying in all different directions, trying to escape the madman running past. Neo remembered Back to his great grandfathers words, when he spoke of Saeko, and how she accomplished such a task. Learn to control it, learn to work with it, accept it, but at the same time, lock it down, and capture the fucker. Word for word. And still, to this day, no sense has been made in terms of actually assisting Neo through this difficult task, though how much help could be be? Speaking experience through a dead lady. Anyway, Neo fell to the ground, and laid there, for who knows how long. Both his hands stuck underneath his body, and he done his best to slow his heartbeat, stopped fighting, and simply allowed the beast to take over. And what do you know…it gave up. Neo sighed, it was time to do it. He stood in the empty woods and activated his Cursed Eye, instantly going into his 2nd form. Of course, the urge to kill was terribly strong, more so then usual, however Neo had the choice, and that was all that mattered. Neo already knew he would never be able to control the 3rd form, at least not yet anyway, so he refrained from that transition for now, using it only when it will be needed.

Neo sighed, looking around, as he returned to his normal state, it was cold, chilly and empty, while here, he may as well train, considering he has already broken numerous school rules, most likely awoken about 50 students and broke a window on his way. Yeah, training was a good idea. Neo sighed again, that famous double sigh which is unnatural as sighing is uncommon among robots. But was Neo fully a robot? Who knows. A smell hit Neo’s nose though, like a rabbit or hare, his nose sniffing in the air like a dog. Then, out of nowhere, his curse seal basically transformed him into one, his nose growing out, Ear perking up, hair growing and of course, the jaws of a wolf. It was marvellous to see his curse seal adapting to its new change so quickly Just as life would do casually. Neo returned to his normal form. A new tracking ability, sure will come in handy at some point I suppose. Anyway, moving on. Neo drew his crossbow, Aiming at a nearby tree, and began to fire repeatively, every now and then he’d walk over and retrieve his arrows. The bow seemingly getting faster each and every time he shot for some reason, and the reason for that is…Neo is a badass, and because neo’s will was generating a full forced blast behind the arrow, causing it to launch forwards to deal devastating damage on the tree at a very quick pace.

An hour later, neo’s Arrows were fast enough to overcome any normal beast and weak person, more then enough for successful use. By this time, Neo had grown all 10 of his clouds, and decided it was time to make use of them, just as his ninjutsu sensei would have wanted him to, or more like, has been pressuring him to. Neo’s cloud flew forward, just one, and then, plomped onto the ground, right in front of a rabbit. The same rabbit his wolf form wanted to kill. But yeah, the rabbit, simply tried to walk over it, and of course, got stuck. The cloud swamp, it was easier to manage then Neo thought. 5 clouds joined together and plomped around the ground all around him. Then 10 clouds, and the entire forest floor was a sticky substance of cloud mesh. Sweet, that was done, what was next. All the cloud returned to their original state and began to rotate around Neo once more, as he thought about what his next move would be, all these these had been pre-determined and planned before hand, of course, however, there has been no practicing, but with clouds, how much practicing is really needed. Neo sighed, wondering what it was while swirling a cloud around his body like a ribbon, then he remembered. Neo’s cloud turned into a white lion, silently roaring and roaming the forest, killing the rabbit as well. Oh well. The lion joined together with another 4 clouds, making it more solid and dangerous, the best now cutting through trees with ease. And of course 10 clouds, it was an indestructible form shredding though the forest like it owns the place

Neo looked around, to make sure no one was watching. Anyone who knows how Neo fights, has an advantage against him, and that was fucking crap. Neo makes sure to never reveal his techniques to anyone, unless they are completely trustworthy and it is required. Neo only had one more technique to learn. Well, actually, it was already learnt. He has been practicing over the past few days. His clouds raced Neo home, easily moving at the same speed as Neo. That was all, speedy clouds. When Neo got back to school, it was aready morning, and students were looking at the damage curiously, Neo, head down, hood covering his single eye, walked past and back into his room, getting ready for a new day at school. His killing intent hasn’t subsided at all, he can just control higher amounts of it now, but nether the less, it will come in handy, the curse, despite ruining his life, was useful, and did have its perks. No one will know about it, until it too late.

Word count: 1504
Needed: 1500 (Curse Form+5 D-Ranks)

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Approved. No solo training for 6 days starting today.

He awoke suddenly, as he always does, twisting and turning in his sleep. It was the same bad dream as last time. Last time being the moment when he had lost control and almost killed Zela. When he finally conquered his 2nd form. However, the third form, that was frightening, something he never really wanted to go into. But that can be helped. Neo replayed the dream, no, he replayed the nightmare through his mind. It was obvious that it was a sign, tonight was the night. Pitch black darkness, floating all around him, nothing but death and dusk around in the horizon, nothing to relieve the eye. Well, except the giant Red, soulless eye that stared down his not just his body, but his thoughts, his memories, everything. The eye nothing but a symbol, a message, a sign from his other self, the one which drives his blood thirst as it has once driven his great grandmothers. There was no escape from his sight, nothing to hide behind, as it grew, larger, larger, until almost reaching Neo. It was hell to watch as the eye ended up absorbing his body. Neo becoming its pupil. Nothing more. That was the recurring dream he has been having for the past 2 weeks. But today, today it was worse. Today he was suffocating within it. Almost losing his consciousness.

He shrugged it off. It was most likely just stress, after all, today was the day of the genin exams. The day Neo is expecting to die. He straightened up in his bed, shaking his head and he twisted himself sideways so his legs could dangle off the side of the bed, Neo rubbing his forehead and eyes to try and wake himself further. Well, Eye. With a slight shift of weight, he leaned forwards, sliding silently into the air and landing like a cat would, contracting with gravity to manipulate the sound into a non-existent frame. He noticed more then usual, his reaction tiers off the chart. But he didn’t feel much different. It couldn’t be? Could it? Today of all days… He looked at Zela, the bed beneath him, only to confirm his minds thoughts. She looked appealing, her heart beat, her pulse, every breath she took, it just give him a thieves edge. He wanted to kill her more then ever. But it was controllable, only just. She was definitely, a more attractive kill then usual. Neo walked towards the bathroom, ready to face his fears as he flicked on the light and looked in the mirror. His skin was dark, like a grey, his eye completely black. Fuck. He was in his second form, and never even noticed. Whats worse, he can’t revert, it was uncontrollable, meaning that soon…the third would come, just as it always should. It was like a rush of fury, his entire body going into hyper drive as he began to move around at vacuum release speed getting dressed and running out of the door in a flash of time. Running to the nearest opening and using his strong ass legs to leap out into the wilderness.

The soar through the air seemed to be much more entertaining then usual. From being in the air, to landing on the ground, a fucking hell of a lot has happened. He landed, yeah sure, that’s great and all, But he landed almost the size of an elephant, his muscles tearing through his clothes and such, leaving a creator in the ground of his landing. His mind was poor, his control weak. It was almost sorryfull, watching him wither around in pain, grabbing his head as he fought away his own self, trying to keep control over his own body. It was natural, he ran. He ran far, never stopping. Blinding light speed, the academy of out of sight in no time. It won’t be like last time. He can’t simply give his mind over and hope for the best, this isn’t anything like last time, its stronger, harder to control, and of course, more fiercely trying its best to overturn his mind, never giving up except through submission. He ran for what could have been forever, yet, in his own self absorbed state, it felt like mere seconds. Demolishing tree’s, a hut, animals, the lot, like a bulldozer moving at the speed of light, demolishing everything which stood in its path to freedom. It wasn’t just a mental struggle, but now also physical, his body reacting on its own, crushing all, doing as it wished. Pain. True pain was all he could feel.

It was a quiet night, wolves could be heard in the distance, a small farm land, silent as the wind, its tall grass rustling along which such, the wind, granting a cool breeze to everything in the area, the tree’s, moving to the side as the breeze striped passed its all so brown and green leaves. A full moon gave many the thought that perhaps the earlier heard wolves, were not quite such, but rather men cursed with the dog’s blood, creatures of the night and the moon. Vampires were as far a mystery as any other creature story, and one was bellowing in the paddock, of the said farm, waking its owners from their no longer peaceful sleep, as they would open their flower braided curtains and stare, watch from the window, only to see a giant among mortals, gripping tis own skull, crushing their crops, destroying stables and screaming its cries to the air of gods, asking for them to end his misery now. It hurt. It was unbearable. The farmer blocking his children’s eyes and telling them to run to the cellar and hide, a monster, on their property, causing the poor family to fear for their lives. The calming of the beast had not yet taken place, and perhaps it never will. After all, controlling a curse is like openly defying the will of a deity, all it will lead to is more suffering.

It was difficult. It took many hours, in fact, it had been 4 since he left the academy, but control had finally happened, he laid on the field of now dirt, any cropped that were once there could be trampled or miles away. The horses dead, the chickens crushed, the surrounding bushes levelled, but fortunately the farm house was safe, being atop of the hill he hadn’t yet dared to climb. Neo panted like crazy, his breaths being unable to cope with his bodies latest actions. So he would lay, and control to do so, watching the dark grey clouds lightly roll over the bright cream moon. There were about 2 more hours of night, and the exams were in about 10. Neo didn’t even know where he was, which direction he came from, or what he had done, how much death he has already caused, despite the 1 more he is sure to make today, as a message of Fuck You to the Shogun. The cunt which thinks he rules the world. Countless thoughts rotated about his mind as the dirt tussled in the breeze which was the only safe entity from Neo’s rage. After catching his breath, he sat upright, looking around at the devastation he had caused, the area he destroyed, the footprints he had made. Why were they so large? Who was he? Neo’s only thought went to the great grandmother, Saeko Arashi. They woman whose blood has forsaken him to such a life.

The farmer watched the beast calm, telling his wife an children to remain in the cellar as he took a barrel of water, and rolled it out of the barn like house, and down the hill, His hands shock, his fear stronger then it had ever been before, but he was a man of god, a religious man. It was his responsibility to help those who need it. He approached slowly with the barrel, not making any verbal move, but merely motioning to the barrel of fresh liquid meant for the now dead horses. Neo looked at him, fliching by the strength of his bloodlust, stronger then it had never been. It made his past struggles look like absolute shit. As though they were the curse of a child, and this was the curse of a man. He nodded, silently thanking him as his excessively large palm gripped around the barrel, using two hands to lift it with ease, and scull the entire gallon. It crushing in his grip and he grabbed his eye. It wasn’t covered, but it closed, however he curse was returning? How, how could it be any stronger then it already was. Neo wanted to scream at him, yell for him to take his family and run, leave everything and run for their lives, but it wouldn’t could out. It just couldn’t. He shrunk, abnormally, the farmer backing up as Neo grew to the size of a child, only slightly smaller then himself. His pupil turned an odd grey in his otherwise blackened eye, as his skin turned a complete black. Both eyes opening as his mind no longer gave any fucks.

It was the fourth stage. A stage which one does not willingly enter, just as all stages are. It was instanity, neo’s entire mind gone, he was nothing but a shell, with a soul of a beast, a creature capable of nothing but killing. He stood, staring at the farmer facelessly. Almost invisible in the night, blending with the environment. In a moment he was there, and then gone. Disappeared, behind the the farmer, as his mouth opened, and without making a single sound, he snapped forwards, biting into the back of his neck, crushing his spine and taking a large chuck out of it. His arms and teeth served as his only weapon as he ripping the farmer limb from limb, blood sprouting everywhere, all over Neo, and the field. Once there was practically nothing left of the man besides odd body parts, organs or blood lying around, Neo went out in search of more meat, appearing at the farm. His movements were like teleportation, untraceable. The farm was no trouble, it was bestroyed simply by his sheer speed as it created destructive vacuums behind him, his weight causing him to fall into the cellar below. The young girl was killed by the collapsing roof, the mother was the first to die by Neo, as he tore off her head, with the son watching. He slowly waited for her to stop bleeding before walking over too the boy, no older then he was. Perhaps younger. Around 10…

Morning had broken, the light shining over the destruction caused by Neo throughout the night, with nobody knowing what had happened. Neo was in the middle of a plain, an empty grassland, nothing around at all. He had passed out one his blood ran out, and he was very weak. That morning was like a hellish hangover. One which never ends. His body and mouth were covered in dried blood, not his, but others. It was madness. It was scarring. Neo was never going to be the same after today. The whole night nothing but images flashing through his mind, the most salient, the image of a boy, the fear in his face, as Neo grabbed him by the neck, crushing his windpipe as he bit into his face. Neo almost cried, vomiting up whatever was in his stomach. And to no surprise, it was nothing but red. What a morning. What a hellish morning. He will be in a grudge for a long time, and will have more trouble getting closer to people then usual. Neo hunted, ate and left, following the path of destruction and footprints to find his way home.

Neo sighed, he wasn’t going to make the exam, not at this pace. He looked around at the clouds which surrounded him. Perhaps…Even after such a night, it was the only way. He began to breath in, clouds flooding into his mouth and settling in his body. His skin became darker and darker and larger with each cloud until he was in his 2nd form. His cursed form. It was mentally painful to ever even be like this again, but it was the only way. He ran, running back in the path he came at vacuum release speed. It was a long trek home, and it will be ensured that he won’t let himself go any further then this. About 3 hours later, he had arrived, running into his dorm and showering the blood off his body, scrubbing his body and mouth several times before burning his remaining clothes and getting dressed once more, strapping on his gear. Today the mask would be needed, today neo will hide his face. There was too much to think about for anyone to see the face he makes. Not today. Neo walked out, towards the arena where the Shogun was waiting, his hatred for the world stronger then ever, it will take a miracle for his opponent to live today. The sun had fully risen. As it turns out, it was a beautiful day.

Word Count: 2200
Needed: 2200

Spoiler:

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