*Dodge* Azusa jumped back, avoiding the blunt wooden weapon wielded by her opponent, her brother. It was a swift dodge, filled with everything Azusa had in her.
...Which wasn't much at this point. She jumped back, but stumbled backwards on her landing, droplets of sweat sliding down her orange ponytail with each sway of movement.
Her brother stepped in, closing the distance Azusa struggled so hard to create, and made a motion towards her guard...which was completely open. The wooden blade used she used in her training was light, but had grown heavy in her weariness. Her thin little arms were struggling to even hold it up in a halfhearted attempt to block her brother's weak, slow strike.
*Thunk*
"...That one one could have been blocked four different times. You're not even trying anymore, Azu." He sighed out in defeat. Here, he had gone out of his way to try and bring Azusa along with his training, but his little sister struggled to keep up with even a third of this watered-down routine he had devised for her...What were they even teaching her at that shinobi academy?
Slowly reaching up to rub the sore point on her head, Azusa complained; "....I'm tired...How long do we have to do this? I don't even need to be strong, your supposed to protect me, right?" It seemed her brother's training never ended...he said they were close to having a break during what felt like an hour ago...
"If you only became a priestess, yes. You would have had plenty of protectors watching over you and could lounge around and get fat. Or whatever it is you want to do...But you wanted to become a shinobi, so need to be able to guard yourself."
Without warning (a lie, a blind man could have dodged the slow stick) another *thunk* sounded out as Azusa was once again, lightly tapped on the top of her head from the strike passing through her completely open stance.
[MFT]
...Which wasn't much at this point. She jumped back, but stumbled backwards on her landing, droplets of sweat sliding down her orange ponytail with each sway of movement.
Her brother stepped in, closing the distance Azusa struggled so hard to create, and made a motion towards her guard...which was completely open. The wooden blade used she used in her training was light, but had grown heavy in her weariness. Her thin little arms were struggling to even hold it up in a halfhearted attempt to block her brother's weak, slow strike.
*Thunk*
"...That one one could have been blocked four different times. You're not even trying anymore, Azu." He sighed out in defeat. Here, he had gone out of his way to try and bring Azusa along with his training, but his little sister struggled to keep up with even a third of this watered-down routine he had devised for her...What were they even teaching her at that shinobi academy?
Slowly reaching up to rub the sore point on her head, Azusa complained; "....I'm tired...How long do we have to do this? I don't even need to be strong, your supposed to protect me, right?" It seemed her brother's training never ended...he said they were close to having a break during what felt like an hour ago...
"If you only became a priestess, yes. You would have had plenty of protectors watching over you and could lounge around and get fat. Or whatever it is you want to do...But you wanted to become a shinobi, so need to be able to guard yourself."
Without warning (a lie, a blind man could have dodged the slow stick) another *thunk* sounded out as Azusa was once again, lightly tapped on the top of her head from the strike passing through her completely open stance.
[MFT]