Strength is absolute.(Trainning)

Bulk Training

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Almost two and a half hours into dusk, Kazuya continues to smash away at a large canyon, brutally crushing his knuckles with each blow. Each tear that fell from his face was just another sign that he was getting stronger. Dark lines formed around his eyes from lack of sleep over the days. Still, continuing to punch away at the stone, he finally got tired, after digging out a twenty foot deep tunnel with his bare fists. With that, he walked out; blood dripping endlessly from his shattered hand wounds.

Reaching the outside, he dropped, from extreme exhaustion. He had completed all of his weekly training except for a single necessity, that must be carried out in order to test how powerful he really had gotten. Turning around after falling against a tree like a worn-out clutz, Kazuya could see the academy in which he was very late for enrolling in classes, but instead he was here training to become stronger. His strength was now at the base level for learning tsuyo branch technqiue's, all that was left was to train one more technique. Shuffling to his feet Kazuya gave a grunt before dusting himself off he had accumulated alot off dirt from punching the deep canyon that layed next to him, a simple task with the strength Kazuya had gained from training, but now he would face it once again. With that, he channeled the remaining small amounts of chakra he had left and intensified the pressure inside of the tenketsu that rooted out to his finger, suddenly; an insanely large wave of pressurized chakra generated from the concentration point as he touched the ground, creating a riveting shockwave clap that echoed throughout the surrounded boundaries with supreme force, creating a large hole in at least thirty feet in all directions. The canyon however, was nearly annihilated. Obliterated to the highest point possible. Rocks began falling off and clashing into the ground, smashing the grounds below, creating a large dust cloud; water becoming corrupted by the falling dirt.

Tired, completely; while having a massive desire for water, he fell against the tree once more and began breathing heavily, looking up at the canyon that was destroyed completely. Smiling under the mask that bear the insignia of the village Ibaragakure which covered his mouth to his nose, and wrapped around his face. He laid his head back against the wooden bark of the tree, hardly satisfied by the display of power that he exercised during this entire week, though he hoped his mother would be proud of the results. He looked at the masses of the clouds, which were streaming with strange hues of oranges and reds of all kinds of pristine colors, reflecting from the sprayed water and sunlight granted by the God's from above.. He sighed. Knowing it was time to get too the academy he began running toward the building until he heard a explosion which caused his to hurry once his curiosity set in, mabye the academy was under attack and he could go back home, not likely it would be a good idea to at least check it out and see what the threat was. gripping his blade Yamato Kazuya took off as fast as possible.