Paks' Private Training(Nobody else allowed)

"Yes we may Paks."
Kiza quickly noticed the muscle tone Paks body had gained from doing those excercises yesterday. He knew she was stronger, but didn't just want to tell her this he wanted to show her.
"Hey Paks, I want you to try just one of those excercises from yesterday, but only one and tell me if you notice anything different."

Paks cocked her head to the side. But then she nodded at him, "Okay Kazekage-sama," before sitting on the ground. Once there Paks held her arms out in front of her, placing her palms on the ground. She stretched out, setting the tips of her feet on the ground too. Once Paks was straightened out and certain that her back wasn't curving she began to do push-ups. She bent her elbows, lowering her body until her nose almost touched the ground, then she easily pushed back up until she was parallel with the ground and her arms were fully extended. Paks repeated this over again, and then again.

Five minutes later she was a little over halfway done. This time yesterday she had been already feeling slightly tired, but today she seemed fine. Her arms still hurt, but that was to be expected. Paks finished up in another five minutes. Unlike last time she wasn't winded. Paks pushed herself to her feet and turned to the Kazekage.

"It was easier," she said slightly astounded.

Kiza smiled.
"That's good. This is called physical conditioning. Everytime you do this it betters your muscles and makes it easier to do the next time. It also makes you stronger. Today we aren't working on that again, we will do something else. Before I assign something is there anything specific you would like to do?"

Paks thought about it. She still didn't really know what she needed to work on, and like yesterday, the Kazekage should have a better idea than her.

"No Kazekage-sama."

"Ok then give me a second to think."
Kiza evaluated Paks' fighting. He remembered she liked to use senbon alot.
"Let's work on your aim. I want you to take 50 senbon and I'll take fifty targets and throw them into the air, it will be one after another. Ready, set, go!" Kiza said launching the first two.

((You have a choice of rping the whole thing or bit by bit?))

Paks nodded and quickly reached up and pulled two senbon out of her hair. She watched the way the Kazekage tossed the target's trying to formulate their trajectory and then with a twist of the wrist she sent her two senbon flying.

((Which ever you want.))

((I'll let you do it, so I won't slow you down right now.))

Both senbon hit the targets, but as they did Kiza already threw another three into the air.

Paks quickly grabbed three more of her senbon, and deftly sent them flying at the leaves. She did not pause to see if the hit their mark, instead she just reached up to grab more, sending them flying at their targets when the Kazekage threw them. The next time she didn't even have enough time to aim properly so she just threw. Paks continued this pattern, throwing, palming senbon, throwing before she could aim, grabbing senbon and repeat. It soon became almost mechanical, she began noticing that she didn't really have to stare intently at her targets in order to hit them. Afterawhile Paks realized that she was not even really paying much attention to ordering her body around. It just followed her set pattern seemingly on its own. The Kazekage continued, increasing the pace or amount of targets whenever he saw fit. It got to the point where Paks wasn't nearly fast enough, but she tried. Throwing senbon, even knowing that it was a hairs-breath too late. Her fingers began to hurt from holding the thin needles so tightly, and her arms burned from exertion. Paks ignored this of course, and continued practising. She threw six senbon at once, in a wide arc, hitting four of her targets.

"Nice Job Paks, very good for a first try." Kiza said, while thinking about the next training session.
"Now I want you to collect all your senbon and repeatedly send them at that tree right there."
Kiza pointed to a tree that was about two feet thick and wide.

Paks nodded. She walked forward a few steps and began the meticulous chore of retreiving her senbon. After a long time, she had them all back in her possesion. Paks stood back up and walked over to the tree. She set her feet in a balanced stance a few meters away from the tree trunk. Then she grabbed a senbon and threw it. It sunk into the tree trunk about halfway. Paks threw another one, right next to it. It sunk in half way too. She continued this until there was a small row of senbon sticking out of the tree trunk. Then Paks moved down a little bit and started another row. She continued this until she had run out of senbon.

"Ok, now retrieve them and do it again, keep doing it until you think your arms can't take anymore." Kiza said trying to get Paks to push herself to the limit.

Paks walked forward and tugged the senbon, one by one, out from their position in the tree trunk. A few minutes later she had them all collected and put away. Paks stepped back to her prior location and threw one of her senbon. It landed a few centimeters away from where her first original senbon had landed. Paks glared at it. She grabbed another senbon and threw. It landed as close to where her second senbon had landed last time as far as she could tell. Paks threw another. This one was off mark also. Paks began to glower at her senbon and the tree trunk. She focused and threw senbon after senbon trying to hit exactly the same spot as last time. Overall her efforts failed, but not horribly.

Paks stalked over to the tree trunk and jerked the senbon out. Once she had gotten them all she went back and began to throw them again. Paks repeated this pattern several times before her aim slowly got a little better.

An hour later she was still throwing senbon, unhappy with her results that were not what she wanted them to be. Her arm burned, and she was beginning to get tired, but Paks pushed on determined to get this right.

Another hour later and Paks was lagging behind. Her movements were slower than usual, but still just as fluid. Her finger tips were bleeding sluggishly from being pricked by the tips of her senbon. She was just glad these weren't poisoned senbon. The tree looked like a wood-pecker had claimed it with all the holes in is. Her senbon were beginning to form steady little lines, only a few landing out of formation. But a few was still to many.

After another half-hour Paks felt like her arms were going to fall off. Literally. She threw another senbon to spite them. They continued to hurt. So, Paks ignored them, holding in her wince. She finished throwing all her senbon and then retreiving them. When she went to start over, she realized that her arms weren't going to let her. They hurt more than she could ignore this time.

"Ok that's enough Paks. You have done greatly. Now try it with your feet.......No I'm just kidding. You have done enough for now. Training too much could hurt you. Go ahead and go home and I'll see you tommorow."
Kiza was again impressed and satisfied with Paks' results.

Paks had stared at him when he mentioned the feet thing. But the she realized he hadn't meant it. She still gave him a weird look.

"I can still train," she said stubbornly. It was just her arms that hurt, not the rest of her.

Kiza just gave Paks a test of will, showing that she wanted to stay showed she had real determination to being the best she could be as a kunochi.
"Now we are going to work at your fighting skills. I have a set sparring partner for you a real challenge too. His name is Kiza Hyuuga." Kiza stopped talking and pointed to behind him.

Slowly a kid walked up, he was only eight so he wasn't much older than Paks. He was much more skilled though. If it wasn't for the Chuunin Exams not coming around yet he would've already been Chuunin. He would be a hard match up for Paks, but this was her set sparring partner for training.
"Are you ready for the fight of your life?" Kiza said as he stopped and activated his Byakugan.

Paks looked at the new kid. He was short, but that didn't mean anything. Paks knew that she wouldn't have the advantage of small size in this situation.

"I would be honored," Paks bowed just enough to be polite but no more. She straightened and stood in a ready stance. This would be a hard fight, she could already tell. Paks grinned.

Kiza bowed just as Paks did, going down and coming back up at the same time. He noticed she was even younger than him and didn't completely undergo the Kazekage's training as he is close to doing. He could already be Chuunin and seen she had a way to go. Even with all this though he wasn't going to underestimate her though.
"Ladies first." Kiza said smiling.

Paks stared at him funny too before schooling her features. Why would he let her go first? Even if he was so far ahead of her in ability he still shouldn't be taking chances like that. Paks decided that if he had not realized it than she would not be the one to tell him.

She took a step back, reaching into her pouch for two kunai. Paks held one in each hand, and then raced forward. She should see how good his hand to hand was. Hopefully she wouldn't have to rely on jutsu for this fight.

As Paks got close enough Kiza he also pulled out two kunai and slashed at Paks' kunai in attempt to knock them out of her hands.

Paks ducked swiftly, coming back up to her full height while inside his guard. She slashed with one kunai, keeping the other hand free to block an attack.

Kiza blocked the kunai slash, having out matched her in strength and while in a struggle he tried knocking her back.

Paks was surprised, when he, a kid, only a little older than her, knocked her back as if she was a fly. Of course, while she was flying backwards her mind was really more on the fact that she needed to move so that she wouldn't hit the tree behind her, but after landing she thought about it. Paks threw her two kunai at him before jumping back and away.

Kiza noticed she had good aim and tried to move out the way. Even though he was very fast she still cut his shirt sleeve.
"Wow, nice aim Paks." Kiza said remembering his other friend Paksennarion and how he called her Paks as well.

Paks nodded, even so her aim wasn't good enough. She threw another kunai and took another step back. Waiting, he would have to attack at some point. She needed to see his skills before formulating a real plan.