week 4 and 5 taijutsu

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"If you keep loosing, why don't you educate yourself on the subject your failing in?" Hachi's sensei told him, and the phrase had been echoing in his head since. He'd already tried to hit the books, and he found himself hours later with his face in the middle crease and drool on the pages. That was quite the hassle trying to return the books, in fact he'd been forced to pay, but that wasn't the problem.
The problem was he was failing his taijutsu class, he'd lost every match he'd gone into and frankly coming from the Miyazaki clan, people who excelled in taijutsu, it was embarrassing! He could almost  feel his clans scorn on him already. So he went to the movies.
A few girls laughed at him, mostly cuz he was alone, but also because they were in his class and knew of his failures, but soon he forgot about that in the bottom of a bucket of popcorn. After the movie he'd convinced himself all he needed was a break. It was dark, and the moon was high in the sky when he arrived at the training grounds. Quickly making a  few simple clones, he got to work, taking turns beating and getting beat. Finally with his chakra exhausted from making doubles, he took a seat in the tall grass, looking up at the moon.
he surmised even when he was older that this would still be the same moon, probably the same stars too, Hatchi wasn't sure how long it took for those to burn out. One day when he was a chunin, one day when he was a jonin, the day he got married ,the day his kids were born. Hatchi reminded himself that he had the rest of his life to make something of himself. He wouldn't always be the person he was today, one day he'd be something great and that comforted him.
"God," he muttered, laying back and propping himself up on his elbows. It was quiet and empty here, calm, cool, and he hoped every night could be like this.
"I've got more going for me than I think, no use beating myself up," he told himself. He'd retained something from those books this morning, and he reminded himself that making clones to fight with was good practice. If he beat them every time wouldn't that just prove he had useless clones?


Finally getting up from his usual place, he decided to walk himself home from another one of his midnight strolls that had become quite common, even in winter. He put one foot in front of the other slowly, as he drew closer to home the lights of the city got brighter, just like his future he thought. he slowed his pace, the crisp night air felt good as it filled his lungs. he'd have to remind himself to do this more often. No one was  around to laugh or bug him, though he reminded himself it was all his fault he was bothered by the other kids. It was his own fault he never excelled. As much as he hated being dead last in his class he couldn't make himself put forth more effort than it took to get a barely passing grade. Sure it was more fun that way but was it worth it in the end? Tomorrow he'd put his nose to the grindstone, if not for just a couple days just to make himself feel better. He'd get this taijutsu stuff down packed, and like hell he'd fall so far behind again. Finding himself at home again, he unlocked his front door, parents already in bed, took himself up to his room and pulled out his school books.
He was graduating soon. This was his one last chance to redeem himself. His last chance to get his poop in a group or get off the pot. Other things floated on his mind too. He'd miss his teachers, he'd miss the few friends he had, Koneko mostly. Everyone was going their separate ways now, fallowing their ninja way, fallowing what they had set out in front of them. What did Hatchi have? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure what he was gonna do after graduating, what he wanted in a future, he surmised he was just gonna get in good with the lady at the missions desk and work. He needed an apartment of his own, he needed to pay for food and 'adult' stuff and to him that wasn't a very fun thought.
"What am I gonna do?" he sighed, looking up at the moon, just like he had so many other nights, trying to remember all of the good stuff he'd told himself previously on every other midnight walk. THe boy broke into a jog, jogging was something he loved and would forever love. Running made him feel good, not as good as his own put ups felt,  but he felt good for a second as he let the problems fall out of his mind.