Intro(6am) - A early start to the day was always the cornerstone to any budding individual and Arlo was no different, He was up bright and early doing his daily hygiene routine while humming a tune that was not particularly important. As he moved through his room he would look around for a moment for no real reason as he continued to brush his teeth in prep for the day, as of late he had begun filling in his day with a myriad of small training sessions in order to properly prepare himself for the new techniques he would be coming up with. He was pretty good at coming up with the things he planned on doing and in theory, it would certainly work if Arlo could push his physical prowess a bit. The young demon would spit and turn on the water release as he rinsed his mouth and splashed some water on too his face before giving a exaggerated sigh and moving to put his clothes on.

On his desk were his plans and one of the top was his task for the morning having come up with the Sekawa Ryu style the next thing was to put the style into action meaning Arlo although he didn't really like working out would have to spend every morning doing some type of flexibility training. He would grab the book holding the style stuff it in his bag and give himself one final look. His attire for the day consisted of simple beige shorts and a blue top with numerous symbols upon it showing off the various martial arts which called earth home, it was a simple shirt anyone could get from a gift shop within the city. Arlo would push his door open and begin moving out into the open area of the city which was east city never getting completely used to it.

(7AM) His day had begun and he would leap from the top of the stairs leading up to the second floor of his apartment building and land with a small plume of dust dancing about as he began to pick up the pace and move steadily toward the training grounds, he mapped his route and instead of taking the most direct route he instead went on a detour in order to get the most out his morning run and full circle from his side of the city before coming to a stop panting at the training grounds. In terms of endurance, Arlo was nothing special but he surely knew what it would take in order to change that steady and efficient training and he would be able to make runs like this in no time at all. After taking a few seconds to catch his breath Arlo would begin stretching in an attempt to limber up he really didn't intend on doing any practical stuff today just more research and theorizing. He would stretch his left leg falling down to one knee with his hand placed on it to maintain balance he would go down as far as he could before alternating legs and doing this for a few motions until he felt it was right. Next, he would sling his arm across his chest and place the other behind his shoulder as he pulled the muscle loose letting out a small sigh of comfort from the release of tension there, like prior he would alternate arms and do this motion a few times.

Next, he would begin going through a myriad of awkward stretches with an aim to get his body more loose and nimble, of course, Arlo was already pretty good in shape in terms of a child but he needed to push himself farther and at the moment he was not where it needed to be. He would attempt a standing splits and slowly begin lowering himself without the help of his hands only to be hit with a stinging pain under his leg and topple over holding his leg, he was not quite there yet but he would need to continue trying if he hoped to do it one day. Next, he would work on air movement.

(8AM) Essentially this was a leap of faith, and with no more details to work out all Arlo could do was make the jump he would move to the edge and looked down it was not a very big fall but never the less it was a fall and if this failed he could easily injure himself and likewise make a fool of himself to anyone else currently watching, the later matter little seeing as how Arlo didn't have a single friend but he was sure he didn't wanna get hurt. He would take a breath and jump. The air passing by him almost made it hard to think but he would focus and feel for the wind as he moved down before shifting his body downward and falling straight into the ground with a thud, flight was not that easy and with a couple of chuckles and gasp from onlookers Arlo would be more embarrassed than hurt. He would take a break and stick to martial arts for now.

(12PM)Arlo was training or I don't know what you would call it too some it would simply look like random motions but he was in fact forming a style within his mind, the motions being done would later be future techniques he would use once perfected for now he would worry about simple conditioning as he thought about the style and what it pertained.

"It is the knowledge that energy, no matter its form, flows between objects, places, elements, animals, and even from one individual into another. This is the harmony that connects all living things together, as one's energy does not truly belong to them, but rather the entirety of existence. The same is taught within the martial arts style that is the Sekawa-Ryū, in which an opponent's attacks or actions are merely their way of transferring their energy from themselves and into another. However, just as the energy can be transferred from an attacker to a defender, so can the defender redirect the gifted energy back to the assaulting individual, turning one's attacks back at the offensive party. In times where such may be impossible, the style is capably disrupting the flow of energy directed at them, using stances or slight movements called 'dams' to disperse or disarm the trajectory of an attacker" Once he was done with that he would begin work on another style due to being unable to fly he would have too counter and not take it to head on, though he felt he could go in that direction it just was not his way he liked to wait and then bam you messed up. Arlo with the short time he had been training would grow bored and begin walking away from the training ground with the intent of hopefully running into another fighter it seemed like this generation most people were not having kids or the kids were just dumb and died before even reaching the age where their ki would be worthwhile it would leave one in a loop trying too figure it out truly all you could think about was and is present. He was now a man of sorts. On the path to becoming part of the history of this world one way or another. And while for many it meant celebration he knew better. He had no time to bask under the sun or to sit beneath the shade of a tree and enjoy the lovely breeze of spring. That just wasn't who he was. He had woken up early before the break of first light had grazed the green and flowery treetops that dotted the area in every direction.

The three posts on the far side of the field showed the wake of his training regime. Dozens of black shinning metallic marbles had found their way into the coarse and sun-bathed wood and into the feeble loose ground around it. The wood had been scarred time and time again indicating he had done the exercise until the strength of his arm gave.

Now Arlo stared at one of the trees. But unlike the rest this one had scares etched into the bark, one over another, moving upwards until the marks suddenly stopped. He took one step and another and as if it was a rehearsed motion he ran towards the three. He was quick to send Ki to his hand before would launch a falcon punch it would hit above the highest mark and one could see what Arlo was doing his falcon punch got stronger as he did and doing this was a good way to see his increase in skill as he trained after escaping the slavers he had gotten a little bit stronger but.

"Still not good enough."

Next day

(5AM) Arlo was already up in his room tending to a few things he was tightly wrapping bandages over his legs which not yet fully covered the numerous bruises and swelling that could be seen. It was a lot of bruising from the inside and Arlo's legs were incredibly swollen however he could not stop his daily routine if he hoped to make it as a fighter and he was hoping that all this training would pay off but as he wrapped the final piece he would simply get a sigh in a defeated manner before pushing himself to his feet with a painful grunt.

Today was sure going to be fun and it was just getting started. After the normal routine, Arlo would be placing on his beige shirt which he had paired with green joggers and beige shoes today, his leather holder for his camouflage gear and paints would have the fitting tied across the center of his chest and the rest on the back with his gloves ect already attached.

He would push the door open and immediately jump down from the second floor and before hitting the ground he would bounce slightly back into the air do a roll onto the ground and stand into a run, he was on the move and the best way to forget about the pain was to start moving and keep moving, it was something Arlo was growing accustomed to.

As he ran through the city making sure to never take the same route as the day before his legs would begin to bleed and Arlo would stop singing out in pain. "fuuuuck" He would grab his leg but instead of stopping he would start running again simply letting a tear go down his cheek from the pain before trying to regain his pace.

8(AM) He was not getting any slower but he was not getting faster and if not for most of the things he had been trying as of late working he more than likely would have formed a new style all together, but never the less he was back at the training grounds pulling out the booklet he was writing he planned on working on his flexibility as usual and trying out a new technique called a point that he had been working on.

In theory, it was as simple as stopping a fast-moving object and controlling the momentum to lead the wind sheer in a single pinpoint spot in order to inflict some hard but from what Arlo could calculate it would need to be a high speed for some real damage to occur something he currently lacked.

Arlo would begin by limbering up for a few moments and then start his normal stretches by now this was the only thing getting easy so he had decided to spice it up a little he would bend down and go into a split before doing the motion 100 times in a row this allowed it to become as simple as walking eventually for the boy and it was already becoming something he was good at the young lad was flexible.

10(AM) Arlo would be dripping in sweat standing on the top of a building another new part of his training was his practice in aerial movement using his newly formulated fall technique in order to learn the best way to avoid attacks while stuck in the air for any reason. He was confident in using that ability and for the most part, he was ready to try point, he would get a running start and reach a solid speed before lashing his hand forward and flinging his index finger outward causing a small force to move and hit a nearby wall, this was the point. And Arlo was almost 90 percent sure that it was going to work. He would repeat it a few times until his finger was beet red and swollen he would stick it in his mouth to try and soothe the pain and then begin walking back to the training grounds where he had left his belongings.

11(AM) Arlo would be doing a light jog back to the training ground but he was caught by a smell from one of the food stands his stomach would give a growl and he would quickly head that way before arriving at a stand for beef and noodles. He would simply ask for two pieces of rare beef on a stick and wait for the food to arrive after placing the money on the counter, Instead of sitting Arlo would lean his back up against the counter and turn to face out of the stall taking the time to scan everything over and simply relax, he was looking for any real reason but sometimes he just preferred watching people go about there daily lives; he wondered sometimes who watched him and as some of the kids of his city ran around and down the street, he could not help but wonder when he would meet his group of friends or at least rivals.

The interaction was something he needed and if he could not find it here then he would go and check out one of the other cities but that was for another day and with a clack, on the counter, Arlo's food would arrive he would grab it from the plate and slowly take a bite exhaling the steam from the heat of the fresh food as he began running again while eating his snack. It took him about 15 minutes to eat the snacks and ten minutes to make it back to the training grounds. Arlo would be kicking all his stuff near each other as he finished the last piece of meat and tossed the small stick into the waste basket.

He was done for the day and he would give one final look around just in case he had left anything before starting to jog back toward his home, he would look up and at the dirt encompassing Hakagure and think to himself.
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