3PM
Sunny
Outside in the Training Grounds
Kaori could be seen punching at air, using footwork and dynamic movement; all tools she had gained from Coffee-Sensei and Yume.
The more she learned from these two, the more of a well-rounded ninja she will become when the time came to take her exam. She wasn't quite ready yet. It was an inevitability that if she became a ninja, she would be forced to fight. That is just what shinobi are meant to do. Funny how a tool of her mother will soon become a tool meant for murder. Yet, becoming a tool meant for murder was much more liberating than the former. At least as a shinobi, she is able to formulate her own thoughts and be able to show her own feelings without being scrutinized by a over-bearing and over-controlling sociopath like her mother was. Everyone, including her siblings, knew of her sociopathy; everyone except Kaori.
Kaori threw out another punch, silently counting to herself. "51, 52, 53," she said as she glistened with a little bit of sweat. The gloves she wore were simple in appearance but quite complex in design. This is her weapon-of-choice and felt that the more she wore them, the more of a bond she felt for it. It almost felt that the gloves, themselves, would speak to her on occasion. It was the oddest thing. While the weapon was forged and blessed by the Great Dragon, she didn't think that the blessing would make words spill forth out of the weapon.
Kaori stopped upon reaching sixty and looked around a bit. The boombox that was given to her by Yume played some of her music; her older music was still upbeat and made working out less of a chore. However, as much as shadow-boxing was entertaining (which it's not) she would much rather have some practical practice. The majority of the practical practice she had received was getting hunted down by 2 ANBU clones when it should've been the other way around and watching a wolf hunt for a bunny. A bunny which she promptly let go due to not needing any more meat from the deer she dispatched.
It wasn't a normal feeling, but she was in the mood to fight someone. There would be no malicious intent towards fighting the person, but she wanted to put her training to the test. There was something satisfying about successfully performing what you have learned in a quasi-realistic combat scenario. What would be the saddest thing is if people poured their time and effort into making one a strong and effective shinobi only for them to become failures. Wasted potential is the most tragic thing in a warrior-minded society like the shinobi. Kaori fast-forwarded the current song until the next song and smiled, nodding at the sound that was produced by the boombox.
This song was upbeat and it got the blood pumping. However, due to having her mind set on finding someone to fight, she simply sat down upon the boombox and waited for someone who might want to fight.
Sunny
Outside in the Training Grounds
Kaori could be seen punching at air, using footwork and dynamic movement; all tools she had gained from Coffee-Sensei and Yume.
The more she learned from these two, the more of a well-rounded ninja she will become when the time came to take her exam. She wasn't quite ready yet. It was an inevitability that if she became a ninja, she would be forced to fight. That is just what shinobi are meant to do. Funny how a tool of her mother will soon become a tool meant for murder. Yet, becoming a tool meant for murder was much more liberating than the former. At least as a shinobi, she is able to formulate her own thoughts and be able to show her own feelings without being scrutinized by a over-bearing and over-controlling sociopath like her mother was. Everyone, including her siblings, knew of her sociopathy; everyone except Kaori.
Kaori threw out another punch, silently counting to herself. "51, 52, 53," she said as she glistened with a little bit of sweat. The gloves she wore were simple in appearance but quite complex in design. This is her weapon-of-choice and felt that the more she wore them, the more of a bond she felt for it. It almost felt that the gloves, themselves, would speak to her on occasion. It was the oddest thing. While the weapon was forged and blessed by the Great Dragon, she didn't think that the blessing would make words spill forth out of the weapon.
Kaori stopped upon reaching sixty and looked around a bit. The boombox that was given to her by Yume played some of her music; her older music was still upbeat and made working out less of a chore. However, as much as shadow-boxing was entertaining (which it's not) she would much rather have some practical practice. The majority of the practical practice she had received was getting hunted down by 2 ANBU clones when it should've been the other way around and watching a wolf hunt for a bunny. A bunny which she promptly let go due to not needing any more meat from the deer she dispatched.
It wasn't a normal feeling, but she was in the mood to fight someone. There would be no malicious intent towards fighting the person, but she wanted to put her training to the test. There was something satisfying about successfully performing what you have learned in a quasi-realistic combat scenario. What would be the saddest thing is if people poured their time and effort into making one a strong and effective shinobi only for them to become failures. Wasted potential is the most tragic thing in a warrior-minded society like the shinobi. Kaori fast-forwarded the current song until the next song and smiled, nodding at the sound that was produced by the boombox.
This song was upbeat and it got the blood pumping. However, due to having her mind set on finding someone to fight, she simply sat down upon the boombox and waited for someone who might want to fight.