Yuki would take to the training field his comrades were occupying on his third day, practicing Taijutsu whether they would be there or not.  He would spend most of his day there, practicing stances and forms as best he could.<br/><br/>He enjoyed even the failures of technique, because he got to learn something.  He thought back to his father and, as his forms got more loose and flowy, his mother.  She had loved Taijutsu nearly as much as his father loved Ninjutsu.  Being a Hyuuga, he had learned the precepts of some of their styles before they realized that he would never be able to use the Byakugan.  Still, as he performed what seemed more like a dance with invisible partners.<br/><br/>He couldn't emulate their pin-point precision strikes, but a hard palm strike or fist could seem just as graceful after a swift dodge around a phantom strike!<br/><br/>He'd probably end up getting distracted if his comrades joined him on the training field, but that was part of learning with a team.  Besides, after what happened yesterday and the day before, he almost felt like his martial training was mundane and safer than going out into the Village proper...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">First roll gets a natural 1 (failing by one).  Second roll does much better.<br/>At 2016-09-16 19:53:32, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=94572)</div></div>