His silence was perfect as he steadied his breathing, calmly mixing it with the sound of the wind as to insure his silence, he stood unmoving and dedicated, dedicated to what exactly? He was practicing his skills for the time he would actually need them, which he hoped was never but he knew that it was just misplaced hope. He kept everything to a minimum and attempted to tune out his own heart's thumping, he steadily listened for any slight movement, the ripples of the water on the ground, the steady movement he felt of the wind against his skin, he was tuning into nature himself and was focused. Though his own cockiness made this all possible it was also this that could harm him in situations where he would need this skill, though he didn't have it anywhere near where he wanted he was still going to have to train this feeling as much as possible if he was ever going to attain a level of success such as those of the Mizukage, and the jounin and chuunin of his village.