(Hey guys. For the few fans I have, here is the next chapter. Maybe later I will do another Naruto's eyes and if I have time another Zenkutsu. But for Now here is the third Chapter of the SO6P childhood)
Chapter 3: Two lessons learned: Body and Mind Connected! What Is This I Feel?
I walked up to the dojo of the crippled Samurai master. The sun had not yet risen. I was woried I would wake him, but to my surprise, he was waiting for me. He was wearing a white uniform. He was holding himself up with a crutch. One of his pantlegs was limp and clearly empty. He simply looked towards his alter. I walked over and saw the blade that Sasuke had broken. It lied in front of another sword. It was an elegant blade. It had a hilt that was wrapped with black leather, and the scabbard was white with gold carvings on it. It had three carvings. The first was a man and a woman standing on a cloud, dipping a spear into the sea. The second depicted the man washing his eyes in a river and standing above him was a woman and two men. The third depicted the woman and the two men. The woman was in the center of the sun, one of the men was in the moon. The woman looked away from the man and looked angry. The man was inside a smaller circle and was far away from the woman. The third man stood on what appeared to be the ground, and was facing a terrible dragon.
I quickely realized these were images from the shinto religion. I have seen them before, but I knew little about shinto as the orphans were mostly taught to be buddhist by Son Goku. I moved to pick up the weapon, but Kurama slapped my hand away.
"No, not that weapon. It is special and shall not be touched!" he ordered. He then pointed to the corner where there was a rack that held two sets of swords, three wooden swords of various leanghts, and three real swords of various leanghts. "You will use the bokkens until you are ready. But first I must teach you the basics of martial arts."
I trained for hours. After a while, Uzima and a few of the other orphans came to watch. Uzima stayed while the others eventually left. It was at about mid-day when Kurama told me to stop.
"You have the basics of punching, kicking, blocking, preasure points, and grappling. Nothing fancy, just enough for you to stand a chance if you lose your weapon," He said as he looked over to Uzima and pointed to another sword rack. She ran to get the only sword on the rack. She gave the wooden sword to Kurama, who then handed it to me. At first I thought it was a normal wooden sword, but I realized it was actually a thin wooden sword with a sheath. "This is a drawing bokken. It is designed to help you learn how to draw, sheath and flick the blood of your blade. You cannot learn to use a sword unless you know how to take care of it. I will teach you the ethics another day. They will be here tomarrow, but you still need to learn the basics before you can fight."
For the next few hours, he gave me specific instructions. Step by step I slowely made each movement. Every time I made an error, I had to start over from the beginning. I learned to draw the sword. I learned to sheath it, and I learned the movement for flicking the blood off the blade. After awhile I began to do the movements faster. I was corrected less and less and eventually, Kurama gifted me with a real sword. After getting used to the weight of a real sword and mastering the drawing and sheathing techniques, I began to learn basic blocks and parrys. This was slightly more difficult as the angles of each cut had to be perfect.
The sun began to fall. I had eaten nothing all day. My every muscle was exahsted. Sweat dripped as I continued the motions.
"Enough! You are done," Kurama said as the sun finally set. "I can teach you so much more, but you must rest, tomarrow Sasuke and his men shall return. You are the only one who can fend them off. Uzima!" He said before calling Uzima.
"Yes?" she said, in a tired voice.
"Miss Matatabi will take you to Son Goku's hut. You will remain there for the night and stay there when Sasuke and his men come. That way if Tengen fails, they will not find you."
"Okay," she said as she got up and left with Miss Matatabi. He sent me off and I returned to my room. There was a full spread of food, which reminded me that I had not eaten that day. I ate it all down and sat on my bed. I began to meditate. I replayed the moves in my mind and after I was comfortable and had set them to memory, I began to just sit there and cool down before going to bed. My body came to rest, as did my mind. The strange feeling from before returned. It began in my back and moved to my stomack. From my stomach, it moved into my heart. From there it pulsed through my body. I could feel my muscles tingle. My breath turned hot. Sweat pooled in my palms. My hair stood on end. A breeze blew in my room though no windows were open. Sand that had been tracked into my room now slowely drew closer.
What is happening? Though I was frightened, I could not move. My body felt incredible! I simply could not stop. In the lack of cencentration, I began to sneeze. I tried to stop it but I could not. I sneezed. I opened my eyes wide as fire flared from my mouth. I held my hands forward, and water sprayed from my hands. I jumped as a blast of wind made my fly into the wall. I held up my hands. Dirt from the floor rushed up my fingers as lightning arched from my palms. I was scared!
After a moment it came to an end. I crawled into my bed and tried to imagine it did not happen.
Chapter 3: Two lessons learned: Body and Mind Connected! What Is This I Feel?
I walked up to the dojo of the crippled Samurai master. The sun had not yet risen. I was woried I would wake him, but to my surprise, he was waiting for me. He was wearing a white uniform. He was holding himself up with a crutch. One of his pantlegs was limp and clearly empty. He simply looked towards his alter. I walked over and saw the blade that Sasuke had broken. It lied in front of another sword. It was an elegant blade. It had a hilt that was wrapped with black leather, and the scabbard was white with gold carvings on it. It had three carvings. The first was a man and a woman standing on a cloud, dipping a spear into the sea. The second depicted the man washing his eyes in a river and standing above him was a woman and two men. The third depicted the woman and the two men. The woman was in the center of the sun, one of the men was in the moon. The woman looked away from the man and looked angry. The man was inside a smaller circle and was far away from the woman. The third man stood on what appeared to be the ground, and was facing a terrible dragon.
I quickely realized these were images from the shinto religion. I have seen them before, but I knew little about shinto as the orphans were mostly taught to be buddhist by Son Goku. I moved to pick up the weapon, but Kurama slapped my hand away.
"No, not that weapon. It is special and shall not be touched!" he ordered. He then pointed to the corner where there was a rack that held two sets of swords, three wooden swords of various leanghts, and three real swords of various leanghts. "You will use the bokkens until you are ready. But first I must teach you the basics of martial arts."
I trained for hours. After a while, Uzima and a few of the other orphans came to watch. Uzima stayed while the others eventually left. It was at about mid-day when Kurama told me to stop.
"You have the basics of punching, kicking, blocking, preasure points, and grappling. Nothing fancy, just enough for you to stand a chance if you lose your weapon," He said as he looked over to Uzima and pointed to another sword rack. She ran to get the only sword on the rack. She gave the wooden sword to Kurama, who then handed it to me. At first I thought it was a normal wooden sword, but I realized it was actually a thin wooden sword with a sheath. "This is a drawing bokken. It is designed to help you learn how to draw, sheath and flick the blood of your blade. You cannot learn to use a sword unless you know how to take care of it. I will teach you the ethics another day. They will be here tomarrow, but you still need to learn the basics before you can fight."
For the next few hours, he gave me specific instructions. Step by step I slowely made each movement. Every time I made an error, I had to start over from the beginning. I learned to draw the sword. I learned to sheath it, and I learned the movement for flicking the blood off the blade. After awhile I began to do the movements faster. I was corrected less and less and eventually, Kurama gifted me with a real sword. After getting used to the weight of a real sword and mastering the drawing and sheathing techniques, I began to learn basic blocks and parrys. This was slightly more difficult as the angles of each cut had to be perfect.
The sun began to fall. I had eaten nothing all day. My every muscle was exahsted. Sweat dripped as I continued the motions.
"Enough! You are done," Kurama said as the sun finally set. "I can teach you so much more, but you must rest, tomarrow Sasuke and his men shall return. You are the only one who can fend them off. Uzima!" He said before calling Uzima.
"Yes?" she said, in a tired voice.
"Miss Matatabi will take you to Son Goku's hut. You will remain there for the night and stay there when Sasuke and his men come. That way if Tengen fails, they will not find you."
"Okay," she said as she got up and left with Miss Matatabi. He sent me off and I returned to my room. There was a full spread of food, which reminded me that I had not eaten that day. I ate it all down and sat on my bed. I began to meditate. I replayed the moves in my mind and after I was comfortable and had set them to memory, I began to just sit there and cool down before going to bed. My body came to rest, as did my mind. The strange feeling from before returned. It began in my back and moved to my stomack. From my stomach, it moved into my heart. From there it pulsed through my body. I could feel my muscles tingle. My breath turned hot. Sweat pooled in my palms. My hair stood on end. A breeze blew in my room though no windows were open. Sand that had been tracked into my room now slowely drew closer.
What is happening? Though I was frightened, I could not move. My body felt incredible! I simply could not stop. In the lack of cencentration, I began to sneeze. I tried to stop it but I could not. I sneezed. I opened my eyes wide as fire flared from my mouth. I held my hands forward, and water sprayed from my hands. I jumped as a blast of wind made my fly into the wall. I held up my hands. Dirt from the floor rushed up my fingers as lightning arched from my palms. I was scared!
After a moment it came to an end. I crawled into my bed and tried to imagine it did not happen.
