Time for Some Serious Training

Nyguyen marched out onto the Grand Konohagakure Training Facility. There were a lot of techniques that he needed to learn as a Jounin, but that wasn't his purpose for today. Instead, he'd be focused on training his mind and his body. In one hand, he had a treatise on Uchiha Clan genealogies, the other would remain free for the purposes of training. The middle aged man fell forward and balanced his body on one hand. He then bent his body downwards a bit and then shifted it right back up again. Nyguyen repeated this process multiple times while he read his historical treatise. By sharpening his mind with the book, his body became immune to the pain wracking his body. One handed-handstand pushups were incredibly difficult. The man's muscles strained and he found the whole process rather tiresome, but when he remembered how cruel the ninja world was, how difficult it was to protect those you cared about. He thought about his sister Juniper and his brother-in-law Satomi. They were strong Uchiha no doubt but there were always shnobi stronger than them. If he wanted the best for his kin, then he'd have no choice but to complete 100 of these one-handed, handstand pushups. He'd fail, fall down, but each time he'd get back up. Not just for himself, but for the Uchiha Clan.

After he had done the pushups, Nyguyen's next move was to do some cardio. However, he could not call himself a respectable Jounin and reduce his training to mere running around. Not at all. If he was a Jounin of the Hidden Leaf then he'd need to up the quality of his training. Nyguyen tied several weights around his ankles, limbs, and trunk. The constructs of metal were outrageously heavy and taking a single step required all his strength and willpower. Nyguyen took a few steps and then collapsed under their weight. He then spent the next hour on his stomach crawling with the heavy weights attached to his body. He liked to think of the training implements as metaphors for the burdens that he carried as a father, Squad Commander, and Jounin. It was kind of dramatic but then again Nyguyen had always liked history because it was essentially the drama of humanity.

The man slowly got back to his feet and then moderately walked along the Training Facility track. He did his best to appear untroubled but the rigorous training exercise made his feat look anything but easy. He breathed in throw his nose and out through his mouth. Regulated breathing was a common tactic when doing this kind of cardio-vasular endurance training. He needed to ensure the proper flow of oxygen into his lungs so that his blood could have the necessary energy to do the work they needed. Nyguyen could continue this training for several more hours before switching to something less physically taxing.

Nyguyen's last training session would consist of a 100 Man Kumite. For the next several hours Nyguyen would engage in non-stop hand to hand combat with a seemingly never ending supply of opponents. Many of the ninja he sparred against were shinobi that had signed up for fighting at a specific time and so while they were fresh, he was exhausted and tired yet despite all the difficulty and pain, he managed to put up a pretty decent fight. Getting out of retirement sucks... the man thought to himself as he dodged a punch from his opponent. Unlike the others, this man was a mercenary who had paid top dollar in order to access the village's legendary training facility. Nyguyen countered with a powerful body shot, a right hook to the jaw, an uppercut, and then finished him off with a devestating roundhouse kick. The man was sent careening into a nearby wall.

An earpiece in Nyguyen's ear fed him a never-ending stream of feedback on his form and technique. The instructions were compartmentalized in his mind, allowing him to adjust and improve in real time. The facility truly was something to behold. The Uchiha spat and waved in the next enemy. This process repeated itself until he had fought his 100th opponent. He did not beat all of them, he managed to win 40 matches, fight to a draw in 15, and then lost the remainder. His pride was not wounded. He was never the most talented Uchiha on his side of the family nor had he been the most-hard working either. He had been good enough to function as a Jounin ninja and once his time had passed, he had given it up for the life of a Dad and a Scholar. But that wouldn't suffice anymore. So now he had no choice but to get back into the arena and train his way to the heights that his brother-in-law had reached.