The way the metal came to a sudden stop, piercing the wood, thinking into place - that was her meditation, leaving little else of importance her world. The succession of flying needles sailed from her left hand, depleting the stack she held in her right. Thirty senbon in all the relentless attacks were aimed in groups to limbs and vital spots, marked by faded colored lines. The human-shaped target was old and chipped, degrading into the disrepair, from years of shurikenjutsu practice - a dozen more than Shiori had put in - but for her use, it was suitable. The rocky soil crunched lightly as they shifted, her entire body was in action as she threw the weapon, though the tensing of her muscles made her position stable at the firing line.
Breathing slower as the last senbon struck, Shiori leaned back and inhaled deeply as she stretched her arms high above her head. What a bother. She exhaled everything in her lungs, folding forward to stretch her spine the other direction. The academy is a lot of work. It was beginning to wear on her, how much needless extra work she had to do in order to ensure she moved to the top of her class. Her enthusiasm had begun to wane in light of the bureaucracy of the school. Whereas with meeting and associating with other academy students, she managed not to completely botch, she still had so many classes to complete in order to be qualified for exams.
“Again.” The girl commanded of herself, and shaking her head she started off across the line, sluggishly.
WC: 274
Breathing slower as the last senbon struck, Shiori leaned back and inhaled deeply as she stretched her arms high above her head. What a bother. She exhaled everything in her lungs, folding forward to stretch her spine the other direction. The academy is a lot of work. It was beginning to wear on her, how much needless extra work she had to do in order to ensure she moved to the top of her class. Her enthusiasm had begun to wane in light of the bureaucracy of the school. Whereas with meeting and associating with other academy students, she managed not to completely botch, she still had so many classes to complete in order to be qualified for exams.
“Again.” The girl commanded of herself, and shaking her head she started off across the line, sluggishly.
WC: 274