Training of the Sand

Krazor arrived on the sandy dunes of the Suna training fields. He was waiting for a legendary man of many proportions to come. His father that was. He needed to complete the final stage of his training so that he would truly be terrible. Maybe even more powerful then his father in due time.

Takeo slowly sauntered through the dessert as the heat Wore down, he had became slightly tired from the small journey from his house in the sand to the outward dune's in the empty training area's. As he walked his feet seemed to sink into the sand, as he had became tired each step he took was harder to pull back out of the deep treacherous sand. But the look on his face did not show his exhaustion, He kept his Reserve as it seemed a usual habit of his always keeping his cool in the foulest of situations. Strapped to his back hung vertically was a Light sand colored gourd no doubt a harbor for his sand, the Gourd was shaped like a large Eight with a few random symbols relating to Shikaku. The gourd was hung a little to the right, while a large Fūma Shuriken was attached underneath it a little further to the left making it open for use. Walking a little deeper into the Desert Takeo sunk his hands into his pockets hanging his head down as he walked along, he always looked to be exhausted due to Shikaku he hadn't received sleep in over fourteen years.

Reaching up on a high platformed sand dune The Jinchūriki looked down scanning over the near area, a silhouette of a man a few yards away caught his immediate gaze. The boy pulled down his large awkward yellow colored goggles, and with a quick sly smile he slid down the pile of sand walking at a steady pace over to the man. Making his way over the boy stayed calm not letting anything past his immediate attention, while keeping his eyes locked on the man he approached calmly and with the utmost courtesy he spoke out to him after realizing he was a Jonin in his own village. " Hello sir how are you doing this grand Afternoon. "

Shinichi was desolate in his mind somewhat. Sand always calmed him, even though he used it to kill many a foe. Now a man of many proportions it was time to further his training like his powers called him to do. He walked towards his father Tamekaze. His headband holding back his silver hair from blowing wildly in the wind. "Father. I come to you now to ask you for training. I am now strong enough to learn our deadliest techniques. Iron sand."

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