It'd been a week since the seal had been applied and Natori was having a slightly harder time adjusting than his fellow jinchuriki. Mario-sensei had said that his seal would be heavier. His armor of sand did not do much to aid his situation either. it merely added to the weight. 

Natori stopped for a moment to remember the day he had gotten his seal with the others a weak ago. The pain had been excruciating. And yet even though he was evidently struggling he proceeded to return the sand to his body. He mumbled and let out a low growl to himself as he nearly dropped to his knees. And yet the young man kept his calm demeanor. He forced himself to stand straight and began to walk. One could probably see the anguish on his face, but he pressed on. He moved forward. One step, then two, three, four, and so on. He didn't speak though. He glanced at the others and then forward again. He didn't want to seem weak even if the pain was immense. And yet he wouldn't act cocky. From that moment he knew this would be more interesting than he could have hoped. 

The young man returned from his thoughts. He was glad to have this form of training. Aside from his sand he knew he should have other skills. If all he could really on was his sand he might lead himself into demise. Even having heard about Gaara he knew he wasn't Gaara. He could never hope to be the former Kazekage. Even so he didn't want to be Gaara. He wanted to surpass them. He smiled. The others likely wouldn't see a smile like this. At least, not until they new each other better. Still he was almost completely used to it, but he'd likely need another day or two. Maybe three. Though the extra moment of the coming training would be helpful. At this point he could do up to maybe... Just maybe 26 push ups. The reason he thought maybe was because he couldn't finish the 26th. So he didn't count it really. 

"Oh well." He got himself prepared and left his room. His usual attire with his gourds at his side was at the ready. He left his room and went to the training room only to stop in place as he entered. *one... two... three...* He mentally counted his fellow Jinchuriki. He glanced at each of them, but remained calm and casual. He always seemed to be the last to arrive. It was somewhat frustrating. "Um... Hello..." He said a bit awkwardly as he approached the group. At least he was walking normally for the most part. He wasn't breathing heavily. Even after his workout from a little earlier. "What's going on?" He asked observing the situation calmly.