“Ya..” I yelled as I through my boomerang again. I had been practicing for hours now. I had to improve my skills with my weapon. It was a tool I really loved to us, but if I was no good with it it would do me no good. I missed the dumb again and the weapon flew back at me from around the dumb and stuck me on the top of the head. I was starting to get more and more angry. It felt like taking that stupid dumb and just… ahhh… words couldn’t describe my anger. “I’m so lousy, I can’t even hit a dummy.”
I had but the target at a far distance, but I am going to be the best with my weapon. I grabbed the weapon in anger and throw it as hard as I could. It missed again and came back. I gotten good at catching it when it came back. I made up my mind I wasn’t going to miss again. So I pulled back my arm and trusted it forward, then let go of my weapon. It flew right be the dummy and missed it by maybe 1 inch. I was really angry now I could feel my chackra flowing through my body. The weapon flew back and I reacted in a way I was not able to control, in my angry this acting had been brought on and I had not realized what I had done yet.
I looked at the dummy and my weapon was stuck in it’s head. I had used the element inside me, the element of wind. I may have not gotten better with my weapon, but I had made a wonderful discovery. I trained for the rest of the night with my weapon using my new way of going by it. I found it much easier to us my weapon this way. My element allowed my to control my weapon a lot better.
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