Aurora Eruditio was the home of the Academy Students and was the seat of learning for the next generation of Shinobi. It was a three story pagoda and was in good repair despite the many years of foolish students testing out new techniques. It was not only the home of the young, but also of those who were trying to surpass the grueling training to become ANBU. It was a place that was created to fit every training need – obstacle courses, spaces for dueling, Rooms with weights, and rooms for study. If there was ever a place for Komora to be, this place was probably the place she fit in the least, despite having every good reason to be here. This time, Komora was sneaking around the building on her own. The ANBU trainees mostly ignored her… or was she just that good at hiding? Anyone who had ever met Komora before would know quite well the simple minded girl’s favorite things. They probably also would know that she wasn’t supposed to get her hands on the object of her affection for fear of harming herself or someone else. She slipped into the armory into a proverbial weaponer’s paradise.
She examined the many weapons available to her. Anbu swords, katanas, great swords. Komora ignored all of those. They were certainly interesting but she found her prizes. The wonderfully useful kunai. She tucked as many kunai as she could beneath her clothes and then she cradled even more kunai in her arms. She peaked out of the door and looked about the hallway curiously. The Armory wasn’t exactly a place you could walk in and take whatever you wanted. There were always guards, and there was even a manager of types. Komora didn’t understand what either of their purposes was. She was just here for the weapons. When she spotted people coming towards the armory, she decided that she needed to find a way to escape. Ceiling tiles? She looked up and nodded. She adjusted the cradled kunai so that she had one arm free. She leapt up and kicked off of a weapon rack, her fist knocked the tile aside and her hand soon after gripped the side of the new hole. With her trained body she lifted her light weight up into the ceiling and replaced the tile.
Truth be told, she was small enough to fit in here. If she were an adult there was no way she would be able to slither through the ceiling between the tiles and the air ducts, which were even too small for Komora to use. She had forgotten how far she had gone when she decided to peak beneath the ceiling tiles. An empty room. She dropped down from the ceiling and lost grip on her kunai which scattered all over the floor. This room was unoccupied except for Komora. It looked like a gym that had an obstacle course set up for accuracy tests. On the various obstacles where little targets that had clearly been pelted with shuriken, kunai, as well as jutsu judging by the scorch marks. As Komora began to collect the kunai she paused and turned to look at the door. Had she just heard someone?
[MFT] 539
She examined the many weapons available to her. Anbu swords, katanas, great swords. Komora ignored all of those. They were certainly interesting but she found her prizes. The wonderfully useful kunai. She tucked as many kunai as she could beneath her clothes and then she cradled even more kunai in her arms. She peaked out of the door and looked about the hallway curiously. The Armory wasn’t exactly a place you could walk in and take whatever you wanted. There were always guards, and there was even a manager of types. Komora didn’t understand what either of their purposes was. She was just here for the weapons. When she spotted people coming towards the armory, she decided that she needed to find a way to escape. Ceiling tiles? She looked up and nodded. She adjusted the cradled kunai so that she had one arm free. She leapt up and kicked off of a weapon rack, her fist knocked the tile aside and her hand soon after gripped the side of the new hole. With her trained body she lifted her light weight up into the ceiling and replaced the tile.
Truth be told, she was small enough to fit in here. If she were an adult there was no way she would be able to slither through the ceiling between the tiles and the air ducts, which were even too small for Komora to use. She had forgotten how far she had gone when she decided to peak beneath the ceiling tiles. An empty room. She dropped down from the ceiling and lost grip on her kunai which scattered all over the floor. This room was unoccupied except for Komora. It looked like a gym that had an obstacle course set up for accuracy tests. On the various obstacles where little targets that had clearly been pelted with shuriken, kunai, as well as jutsu judging by the scorch marks. As Komora began to collect the kunai she paused and turned to look at the door. Had she just heard someone?
[MFT] 539
