Getting dressed first thing in the morning was the greatest pain Miyako had to endure. She loved her outfit, every single stretch of frills and tied up ribbon but her insistence in putting it on all by herself was time consuming. She had to wash herself up, lay everything out, put on each piece in the right order. A wrong step could mean five minutes wasted. If she was just a civilian that would be all she had to deal with but as a ninja this outfit had to serve function as well as form. It wasn't as burdensome as most people assume. The skirt wasn't long enough to trip on and the open front meant mobility wasn't impeded. The biggest trouble, especially for her, was equipment. It was her own choice to forgo normal equipment pouches though for more than just the sake of fashion.
Surprise was her greatest tool and the only thing more surprising than a sneak attack from a person was a sneak attack from something else entirely. Everything she needed for a handsome collection of traps and poisons was on her person. Every ruffle and bulky spot hid something different with hidden access to them at a moment's notice. Normally this would be burdensome and inconvenient but with her reaction time and ability to memorize what is where and how to access it there was little trouble to be had. She could carry on her in this manner more than the average shinobi would or could normally.
After dressing up and gearing up she still had her hair to do before she could finally leave her room. Not that she did that simply either. Everything for a Kagetsu was a chance to train. She lived in the compound with the rest of her family and for her the ultimate test of skill was to see how many she could get by without noticing. Admittedly it was a little bit childish, playing a one sided game of hide and seek with people but given her success rate it was proving a worthwhile investment. There were days she left the house happier than usual just because nobody noticed she was already gone.
No precautions were taken. She treated it not differently than a mission; checking corners with the assistance of mirrors, taking advantage of any hiding places or natural darkness. She'd even go as far as to create distractions just to avoid detection. This morning was more promising than most. Not perfect. Some of the clan members were decades older than her and none of her tricks were able to get by them... yet. Still she felt good about the day of her as she got out of the house with a a small bag holding her lunch in hand, already hurrying out to get some training done.
Surprise was her greatest tool and the only thing more surprising than a sneak attack from a person was a sneak attack from something else entirely. Everything she needed for a handsome collection of traps and poisons was on her person. Every ruffle and bulky spot hid something different with hidden access to them at a moment's notice. Normally this would be burdensome and inconvenient but with her reaction time and ability to memorize what is where and how to access it there was little trouble to be had. She could carry on her in this manner more than the average shinobi would or could normally.
After dressing up and gearing up she still had her hair to do before she could finally leave her room. Not that she did that simply either. Everything for a Kagetsu was a chance to train. She lived in the compound with the rest of her family and for her the ultimate test of skill was to see how many she could get by without noticing. Admittedly it was a little bit childish, playing a one sided game of hide and seek with people but given her success rate it was proving a worthwhile investment. There were days she left the house happier than usual just because nobody noticed she was already gone.
No precautions were taken. She treated it not differently than a mission; checking corners with the assistance of mirrors, taking advantage of any hiding places or natural darkness. She'd even go as far as to create distractions just to avoid detection. This morning was more promising than most. Not perfect. Some of the clan members were decades older than her and none of her tricks were able to get by them... yet. Still she felt good about the day of her as she got out of the house with a a small bag holding her lunch in hand, already hurrying out to get some training done.