Practicing

Isao stood on the bank of the Oasis, katana in hand. Excruciatingly slowly, he placed the tip of the blade on the surface of the water, concentrating his chakra through it, and then balancing his weight on it. Quite literally, he was doing a one-handed hand-stand. On a sword. On water.

A sudden change in the wind resulted in a dust storm, his concentration wavered, and he had just enough time to refocus his energy to stop him falling completely into the water.

'Damn. I require more practice, it seems. Why chakra is resisting being channeled through an external object also requires thought.'