Yukio's Raging Gales (( Wind Training With Jacob ))

[Yukio Akizuki]

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Yukio would be leaning against a tree in the training grounds, awaiting for a man to come. With his moonlight white hair swaying in the wind, he glanced up and scanned the area with his ocean blue eyes. With a sigh escaping his breathe he stepped forward and placed his hands in his jacket pockets. Though it was fairly warm out he still shown no signs of discomfort with wearing the jecket. He seemed to almost always be wearing it outside with the hood placed over his head. Boredom overwhelmed him as he turned his head to stare at one of the logs placed within the training grounds. An easy target. One, two, three shuriken thrown at the chunk of wood all with a single flick of Yukio's wrist and everyone of them hit dead center. Another perfect throw. Of course, it wasn't shuriken practice he was looking for. His training was to be on the very thing that surround everyone on a daily basis. Air, or more specifically the moving air known as wind. Soon enough he would master this element and utilize it like no other. Now staring up at the bright blue sky, he awaited for his sensei to arrive.

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[Mockingbird]

Yukio would be leaning against a tree in the training grounds, awaiting for a man to come. With his moonlight white hair swaying in the wind, he glanced up and scanned the area with his ocean blue eyes. With a sigh escaping his breathe he stepped forward and placed his hands in his jacket pockets. Though it was fairly warm out he still shown no signs of discomfort with wearing the jecket. He seemed to almost always be wearing it outside with the hood placed over his head. Boredom overwhelmed him as he turned his head to stare at one of the logs placed within the training grounds. An easy target. One, two, three shuriken thrown at the chunk of wood all with a single flick of Yukio's wrist and everyone of them hit dead center. Another perfect throw. Of course, it wasn't shuriken practice he was looking for. His training was to be on the very thing that surround everyone on a daily basis. Air, or more specifically the moving air known as wind. Soon enough he would master this element and utilize it like no other. Now staring up at the bright blue sky, he awaited for his sensei to arrive.

Making his way to the training grounds, Chojuro was going to meet his student for training. He adjusted his glasses, watching the birds flew away majestically. A gentle breeze of wind blew over the field, scattering leaves around as it blew gently through his blue hair. He looked up towards the heavens, at the comforting ever blue sky as several clouds slowly rolled through. He took a deep breath, appreciating the pleasant day. He adjusted his view back down to earth, and before him stood Yukio, his moonlight hair swaying with the wind, ready to learn.

"So, lets begin. Start off by telling me everything you know about Wind Release."

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