Paks' Private Training(Nobody else allowed)

Paks lay there a second. When she heard the Kazekage's words she quickly pushed herself to her feet on wobbly arms. Luckily her next exercise did not really require arm strength. Then Paks realized that she had not needed to get to her feet. She plopped back down to the ground, rolling over onto her back. Then she lifted her legs into the air, bending her knees into ninty degree angles. Once that was done Paks lifted her arms up and crossed them over her chest, holding on to her shoulders tightly.

She rested her head on the ground and took a deep breath before beginning. Paks pulled herself into an upright position, maintaining her tight grasp on her shoulders so as to keep her elbows down near her stomach. She pulled herself up far enough for her elbows to touch her knees before slowly easing herself back to the ground. Paks waited barely a second before continuing on to her next repetition.

She continued this fluid movement. Six minutes later she had finished 200 repetitions. Her neck hurt slightly from the strain, and her stomach muscles burned, but overall she was fine. Paks grinned and set her feet back on the ground. Her arms had recovered from her previous exercise too. She sat up and waited to see what the Kazekage would say.

Again Paks seemed fine and Kiza approved of her to go on.
"You may continue."

Paks got to her feet carefully. Testing her balance. It seemed fine so she continued on. Her next exercise was jumping-jacks. Those were the ones where you threw your arms out along with your legs, right? She tilted her head to the side.... Well she might as well try it.

Paks stood up straight. She held her feet close together, the sides touching and rested her hands along her sides. Slowly at first, Paks jumped, setting her feet into a widened stance and pushing her hands into the air, all the way up until they touched over her head. She jumped again, clicking the sides of her feet together as she brought her hands down to touch her sides.

Paks tried to speed up only to find that it was very easy to get mixed up. She would end up bringing her hands down while she jumped into a wider stance. After a set of jumbled up tries Paks returned to going slow. She willed her body parts to listen to her. They disagreed and whenever she sped up they would mess up her routine.

Five minutes later she had only completed 65 successful jumping jacks. Her legs were beginning to hurt, and her wrists would jar against each other when she brought them above her head. Paks continued on stalwartly. Another 5 minutes passed and she began to realize that the muscles in her legs were not willing to hold up much longer. She ignored her bodies complaints and pushed on. After a few more minutes Paks finished her 200 jumping jacks. She stood there panting slightly as she tried to control her breathing and mask that she was tiring.

Kiza could start to see Paks getting more tired, but this was normal.
"Continue on Paks."

Paks nodded. Her next task was kicking if she remembered correctly. Paks looked around, trying to find something suitable to kick at. She preferred kicking at something rather than air because then she could tell if she was kicking high enough and in the same place more easily. Paks spotted a tree a little ways away and trotted over to it. She stood a few feet away, standing solidly on both of her feet. Paks twisted her right foot, to put it at an angle and brought her right leg up into the air, banging the side of her leg against the tree trunk hard. It gave off a resounding thunk. She lowered her leg and then repeated the motion. Again and again. After only a few minutes the side of her right leg began to hurt from repeatedly bashing it against the tree trunk. Her other leg was burning from the weight of her body and the fact that she was basically balancing on it alone. Paks glared at her leg as a sharp pang of pain raced along the bone. She set it on the ground and a second later repeated her kick. When her leg called out in pain again, Paks tightened her mental control. Her leg would continue this. The pain was only minor. It would hurt a lot more if she was actually kicking as hard as possible. To prove this she whacked her leg against the tree trunk as hard as she could. It hurt. A lot. There, Paks practically smirked at her leg, demanding that it stop complaining or she would continue kicking with full force. It didn't really work, but Paks imagined that her leg was cowed and that made her feel better.

After a few minutes, she had completed 100 kicks. Paks switched feet. It was harder to balance on her bruised leg. It kept wanting to buckle under her weight. Paks forced herself to stand absolutely straight, she wouldn't allow her leg to waiver. And then she started over again, raising her left leg this time and whacking the side of the tree trunk. After a while she had finished her 200 kicks. Paks set her left leg down, standing a lot more comfortably on both feet. Well, more being a relative term.

Kiza seen the small damage to her legs and knew that she was starting to feel the pain, but it wasn't life threatening.
"You can again continue."

Paks nodded. See, the Kazekage thought that she could continue so she would! Paks nodded to herself with that in mind. Next was... punches? That's right. Paks turned back to face her tree. It was still in fine condition so she decided to use it as her prop for her next set of exercises. Paks squared herself off, facing the tree trunk resolutely. She carefully bent her fingers on her right hand, keeping her thumb outside of her fist. Then in one fluid motion, Paks rammed her fist straight ahead into the tree trunk. It hurt. Which annoyed her. She had only punched it once, why was her hand hurting? Paks continued punching, since there wasn't a reason for the pain then she would ignore it. Deciding that that was a good idea, Paks continued on. She could not hold back slight winces every now and then as the skin was scraped off of her knuckles. Luckily she did not bleed much and whatever blood did escape her skin remained on the tree trunk, slowly eating away at the bark. After a short while Paks pulled her hand back and let it rest at her side. She went to open her fist only to notice that it was cramping. She roughly jerked her fingers straight with her other hand before letting it rest at her side.

Paks quickly curled her left hand into a fist, and repeated her previous exercise. This time it hurt more because of the nagging pain from her other hand. She pushed on through the pain. After 100 repititions her hand was raw and smarting. Her arm muscles were also in pain, as they were overexerted. She normally did not do repetative motion for such a long time. Paks rested her hands at her side, clenching her fists every once in awhile to remind them that she could, even though it hurt more to do so.

Kiza seen she was starting to push herself, a six year old girl going the training of a Genin. Kiza was greatly impressed and knew she could possible become the next Kazekage.
"Keep going Paks."

"Okay." She reset her stance making sure that both of her feet were settled on the ground and that her weight was balanced between the balls of her feet and her heels. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out, trying to release all the tension in her body and muscles. Then Paks tensed her knees and lowered her body, bending at the knees and hips. She leant forwards slightly to maintain balance before rising back up.

After a few more repeats of this motion Paks realized that it was hard. Her calves began to burn, along with her lower back. Paks bit her lip and continued on. She would not faulter. Not now. Whenever she wobbled, Paks would steel her self and steady her balance slowing down until she was balanced again. After a while, she was halfway done. Her whole body ached in ways that she had not known was possible beforehand. She had partially bitten through her lip earlier, but when she first started bleeding lightly Paks had realized her mistake and instead grit her teeth. When she finally complete 200 repititions Paks tilted over to the side and let herself collapse on the ground. She gave herself three seconds before she shot her shaky arms out and struggled to push herself to her feet.

Kiza now seen more and more struggle.
"Ok Paks, keep pushing yourself."

Paks stood on her shaky legs. She looked up at the Kazekage and nodded when he told her to continue pushing herself. She had to become better, and she was not dissapointed that the Kazekage seemed to understand. She reached up and knocked several senbon out of her hair with a deft movemtent. Paks easily caught them on their path towards the ground. These were her new senbon, the ones that she had just recently received from her mother. They were smaller and thinner than her normal senbon and she had not had a chance to practise with them. This seemed to be a good oportunity.

Paks took several steps back from the tree she had been attacking earlier. The trunk had a few splinters but nothing major, and Paks knew that it would be fine. She looked up and was glad to see that it had a full canopy of small leaves. Once she was the proper distance away Paks grasped one of her new senbon between her thumb and forefinger. She tested the lighter weight before glancing up at one of the tree leaves. With a quick flick of her wrist she sent her senbon flying. If hit the leaf, a little below the middle. The leaf broke off from the tree and wafted down towards the ground. She had used too little power. Paks tried again, aiming for another leaf. She continued with this until she was certain that she could calculate what power she needed for different heights. Paks ran forward to collect her senbon, it was slightly hard to find them since they did not glint in the light, but Paks had not missed her mark and always at the very least hit the edges of the leaves she was aiming for. Because of that they were all stuck in leaves. She collected them careful not to cut herself and then returned to her previous location. Paks took several steps back and continued her exercise, seeing how the difference in distance affected the senbon's trajectory. After 200 attemps Paks stopped and studied her bodies reaction. She was still wobbly, as her legs had yet to recover and her arms were feeling a little weak. The rest of her body ached dully. Paks retrieved her senbon and waited.

"Ok, move on again Paks."

Paks carefully slid all of her senbon back into their proper places all over her body. Most of them went into her hair though. She reached down to her side where her ninja pouch was situated. With a quick flick of her hand she had opened it and pulled out two kunai. Holding one in each hand Paks advanced on the poor tree trunk again. She gripped the handles tightly, feeling her hands shake from overuse. Paks slashed at the tree trunk with her left arm, before doing the same with her right. Soon she was a blur of motion, mechanically slashing over and over again. Her arms shook more and more and her attempts at slashing in the exact same place failed. She made up for it though by slashing harder. She continued this until her arms began to tense up, pain spiking through her arms. Paks slowed down slightly and finally came to a total stop after 200 slashes. The tree trunk was cut deeply all over. Her hand shook so badly that it took her two tries to return her kunai to her ninja pouch. Paks felt her muscles tightening slowly. She tried to make them stop by telling them so, but they didn't seem to listen as far as she could tell.

Kiza seen Paks was starting to struggle greatly, but knew she could be pushed farther.
"Go ahead and continue Paks."

She had reached the last task. Preforming jutsu. Paks tried to analyze how much chakra she had left. She had used a lot of chakra earlier to use Healing Hands especially twice in a row, and the physical strain was also taking its toll on her chakra reserves. Oh well. She would have to succeed anyway. Nodding Paks determindly ran through some hand seals and replaced herself with a nearby rock. She wobbled as she landed, her vision momentarily graying, before receding.

"1 Down, keep going."

Paks nodded. She shook her head to get rid of the last of the grey. Paks forced her arms up and began to slowly run through hand seals. She had to start over twice because she kept messing up. She carefully molded her chakra, releasing it in a burst. Nothing happened. Except for the world wavering. Paks swayed, her vision blurring. She willed her vision back to normal through sheer willpower. It happened slowly, but she recovered. She. Would. Not. Fail. Paks bit through her lip again, this time on purpose letting the pain center her so that she could focus. She ran through the hand seals again, and replaced with another rock a few feet infront of the Kazekage. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Paks stumbled. Her vision completely greyed over and it was all she could do to keep her eyes open. The sounds around her muted, and Paks felt as if she was moving though jell-o. Her limbs were like cooked noodles. Paks fell back, sucumbing to her chakra exaustion.

Kiza figured this was enough strain for one day, since she passed out. He picked her up and walked over to the water with her. He layed her near the water under a tree for shade and poured some water on her face.
"C'mon Paks you need to drink some water."

Paks came back to consciousness with a start. She bolted into an upright position. And then noticed that her face was dripping. Wait, dripping? Paks reached a hand up to her face. It was wet, she looked around confused.

"It's water Paks." Kiza said seeing the confusion on her face.
"You passed out during our training session." He said checking out her body, making sure she wasn't internally damaged needing medical attention.

"Oh," she said faintly. And then realization came crashing down on her. She passed out? She hadn't realized she was that close to the end of her chakra reserves. She noticed that the Kazekage was looking her over so she hastened to assure him of her health, "I am fine Kazekage-sama," she bit her lip but mandaged to also add on, "Just a little tired."

"You deserve a good long break. You can take a long break and just meet me back at the training grounds when you are ready." Kiza said as he disappeared into thin air.

Paks flopped on the ground. She lay there staring up at the clouds for awhile, thinking about her failure. Next time she would not fail. Paks knew that she should not be wasting time doing something as useless as watching clouds, so she pushed herself to her feet and stumbled home.

Kiza stood awaiting Paks at the same spot they reported to yesterday.

Paks felt much better after a night's sleep. Her muscles still ached, and her body hurt in random places but it was less of a hinderance than the day before. She walked along the path towards the training ground, wondering is the Kazekage would be there. When she saw his form, she hurried her pace. Standing in front of him, she bowed, "Kazekage-sama may we train today?"