 On a sunday afternoon in the wild west known as Konohagakure which is actually not a wild- west a title claimed by some random mumbo jumbo village who enjoys hiding itself in the sand bla bla Sunagakure we all know and love (hate - there really isn't someone in Speers logical mind who would enjoy the weather of Sunagakure anywhere other than the beach with sand and sea and shit you know). When he thinks of Sunagakure the first thing that pops up in his mind is ebola. And various other horrible- ill diseases brought up by mind kind from baboons and fecal matter. Sunagakure seemed too strange, they had running cacti. They were born in the light, molded by it. They didn't see the dark until they were grown up. Or some shit. Too deep for me stuff which too philosophical to understand is seemingly popular in the culture of the nations. Spook was a man that was born in cynicism. He didn't like no shits and no fucks. Throughout his entire day there were things that bothered him. But these things have bothered him so much that he doesn't get fazed by most of the things that he bothers himself with, as example autism. He doesn't pay attention to it- whenever he can. Which is rare, because it's an elephant in the room when someone has autism. After Spook got out of his bed he jump boobaloo mumbo jumbo filler words got to his closet put on his clothing, shaved his pistachio nuts because they are delicious fruits of the nature. got dressed and left his home. There were no particular assignments he had to be present for today thus he took it for himself to do the basic stuff that he wanted to do himself, alone- solitude. Being lonely was one of Spooks habits. He moved to a training area, privatized to himself alone deep down in the forest of the unknown where people cannot find him - where he can executes his tasks alone. Because it was privatized it allowed him to be more free- with his techniques. There had been a case of people oddly staring at him, as if they were trying to analyze him or something. He thought this because he was paranoid- and albeit felt a bit insecure about using his techniques to his maximum. Here, he can let himself and does not have to filter himself in order to hide certain stuff. This helped in his secrecy- no ability of his has ever gotten documentation after he left the academy. So the state only knows of his basic pre D ranked stuff on the exception of Body Flicker a D ranked jutsu. Which was positive, were someone to break into the hokage's office to steal information and gain an advantage over him there would be little to nothing to gain. He didn't need a partner to train- he enjoyed doing these things more casually all alone. It's far easier when he does this stuff alone. Today he decided that it was a good idea to train up his bukijutsu. After all, his skill wearing his armor was shit tier. He basically couldn't even hold a kunai properly without dropping it or missing his mark completely. To vanish in a battlefield and rule as winner the of the battlefield he needed proper equipment. Well, he has this but just lacks the proper etiquette to properly wear it. Beneath his mask- there was an idea. A philosophy. Something hard to bring down without brute forcing it certainly. After wielding and fighting with a kunai for an afternoon he got a pretty good idea of how bukijutsu worked. It was then time for him to go to a library. He'd rather read a book about bukijutsu than ninjutsu at the moment- because theorizing about the stuff he wore was a good idea - he thought - as he read through the books of the weaponry stuff. By the nine divines it was boring as sheeit. But it had to be done either way, reading old blue prints that were ancient was stupid and boring. Educative, but lame. After a few hours of theorizing reading about min maxing and learning the properties of the materials in his ANBU gear he pretty much learned how to properly wear it without struggling. Being able to freely move around was the key part about his gear- which is what he realized upon just simply looking at some images of other ANBU wearing it. He learned that every village has other types of ANBU protective gear which he thought was interesting. He studied upon them to learn their weaknesses more in depth and then studied his own weaknesses to properly move around in a good manner to not expose this weaknesses to his enemies with relative ease. So that they have to work for them. After he was done with this work, he wrapped up his work. He bagged his books and his other materials and went home with this bag. He put his bag in his basement where he kept most of his sikret stuff and put on his ANBU gear, prepared his kunai up his sleeves and whatnot. 867 B1>N1 N1>N2 N2>N3 N3 -> I1 Bukijutsu |
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