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"Oshi-Ten Dageki (Pressure Point Strike) is what ou said i would be taught." Fordon replied.

Fordon nodded as he considered the probabilities of what Lord Luo had just said. it could be quite a powerful skill

Fordon shook his body to loosen his tendrils. he then began to look for each pressure point. he visualized it the body without the armor. he then got ready to move and felt the weights were still extremely heavy. even though he had trained a lot with them it still took a great deal of effort to move. he thought about how he would move. it had to be just right. if did not give enough effort to moving the weights he could not attack properly. but if he went to hard the momentum would carry him straight into his Lords pressure points. so he decided he would start softer and work his way up. Fordon started with the feet. he moved to slow however and the weight threw him off balance so that he fell over before he could reach the feet. extremely embarrassed with his failure he got up and decided he was going to have to to a lot harder and a lot faster. once more he tried attacking the feet. this time he was going so fast the he could feel the momentum start to carry him. rather then crush his Lord's feet Fordon tucked his body together a slipped right in between Luos legs. Fordon got up even more embarrassed. he would have to calm down. he had learned some from the last two tries though. he had begun to get a hang of how heavy the weights were. "i apologize for my first two short comings." he said with a bow then started to try again this time he aimed at the feet and used just enough strength to get going. soon he attacked the feet with just enough effort to touch them. he quickly shifted momentum and began working his way around to each point. the feet had the least amount of protection so the further he went the stronger his blows would have to be till he got to the armpits. when he broke the armor splinters of wooden armor punched his skin. Fordon did not even flinch he knew pain and this was no different in fact is was much smaller. when he got to the armpit he pulled back and fell to his but. the task was difficult slow and hard. it require such accuracy that Fordon doubted he had them all right. as he pulled himself to he feet he thought of how most likely be told to repeat it.

Fordon nodded then cracked his neck. he was going to nail it this time. once more he started off. he had know he would have to do it again. he began to think 'feet' and as he did so he quickly struck at each point. he stopped short and merely touched them. soon he began to flow to the next point. 'heels' he thought as he got them 'leg muscles' he said and started to going into a little bit of a rhythm 'back of knees' soon he began to go faster till he got to the spine where he made sure that he got every point precisely while staying in rhythm. he went up to the shoulder blades and realize he could hear a thumping that was the rhythm he was in. he could not tell what was causing this thumping till he finishing at the armpits. It was his hearts were causing the rhythm. a rhythm of bloodshed. did that mean his hearts where those that sought the blood of others? did he have the heart of and Assassin?

Salvatore nodded and took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and preformed the hand signs. He heard a rush and cracked an eye open. He had produced a column of water as tall as he was! Salvatore was so excited, though, that his concentration on the jutsu broke and the water splashed back to the floor.

Fordon did as he was told. he knew there was a reason for it. he once again attacked. with his jabs he quickly and easily broke through the wooden armor. but he almost when to fast and had to snap back against the weigh so that he only touched the point and not jab it. once more splinter enter his hands. these were than before and Fordon knew he would entertain himself for hours as he pulled each one out. he followed the path set by luo earlier in his mind he visualized luo's movements.'tapped three pressure points on each foot, sweeping around to tap the achilles heels as well. He then jabbed at the muscles in the legs, the back of the knees, sweeping back around to the kneecaps, the inner and outer thighs, the hips. Sweeping around to the base of the spine, working his way up and through each pressure point in the spine, hitting the shoulder blades before stopping and sweeping back to the front. The stomach, the chest, under the armpits.' he thought as he followed still staying in rhythm set by his hearts. each motion was quick and efficient. when he was done he stood in front of luo with his chest rising and falling but not a sound could be heard. he wondered 'does the mizukage have a team for me to be on? and when should i leave for the exams?'

Fordon nodded. he did not know either of these ninja. if he had met them before he had never been introduced. Enzeru he knew would be no problem but this Fenrir sound like he might casue issues. he could not let this boy cause the team to fail the chuunin exams. he would have to as the lord mizukage said keep him in line as well as make up for the short comings. but it was finally time for the time for the Chuunin. a time to show he had the skills it took to become a true ninja and an assassin of the mist. Fordon took the fist weights off but decided to hold off before taking the next set off. he wondered about dislocating joints and how pain it would be for his opponent. "my lord where do you suggest i should look for Fenrir" Fordon asked. he knew nothing of the boy or his habits so he hoped the mizukage might.
(um i think both of them have already posted in lightning country but fenrir just came back)

Fordon hung his weights inside the academy and headed for the docks. soon yes soon he would prove his training was not in vain