Arashi was lying down on the rocky surface at the mountain top while gazing up at the clouds as they passed him by. His breaths were heavy and his panting seemed endless. It was clear to him that he couldn't go any further than this at the moment. His hands were weak and there was barely any feeling left in them. He had made some progress, but it wasn't nearly enough. Not to him at least. He was the only one up here now except for possibly any insects that lived up here. There were no crows and he felt like his only company was that of the clouds that passed him by. Even they didn't stay long.
"I... I feel so weak right now... I've never used up this much chakra before." He tried to lift his hands to get a better look at them. They were shaking slowly as they struggled to keep themselves up. He stared at the dried up blood from his training and dropped his hands back to the ground. He knew that he'd have to stay up here for a while. At this rate he'd die if he tried to climb down the mountain. He'd die even faster if he used his weights on the way down. Now was just his time to think and relax. He couldn't overexert himself like this or else he'd end up killing himself before getting better. He'd have to rest a lot the next day before the others started training again. He was sure that Hayashi would stop by his house to see if he wanted to go train.
Speaking of Hayashi... "I wonder how the others are doing now... I bet they're working just as hard if not harder." Yeah, they definitely were. They may have all been young, but they understood how important this training before the war was. Anyone could die out there. He didn't want anyone to die really, but he especially didn't want anyone that he cared about to die out there. This was the main reason for his training. Yes, he wanted to get stronger, but he also wanted to get stronger so that he could protect those around him. His care for others was instilled in him by his father and godfather.
Thinking about all that they taught him caused a small smile to creep across his face before he closed his eyes. He could feel the wind brushing his hair across his face as he drifted off to sleep. Maybe he was already stronger than he realized. He had to be right? He wouldn't be a genin in this special task force if Itachi hadn't believed in him. He could have been like the rest of the Konoha Genin and been left in the village to hold things down.