Let's do these three for now.
As usual, here's the profile link - http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=132&t=6741
Stalker, prerequisite: D-Rank
Times like these make her somewhat thankful that her uncle raised her to be quieter than a mouse and more fluid than the breeze. Granted, he did that to her because he didn't want to be bothered, but now that Mieko's assumed a job that requires her to be just like the shadows (and sometimes a step beyond that, like being invisible from the eye instead of being just dark, brooding shadow). Someone as limber and light as she can be as undetectable as the air around people, especially if she chooses to unleash her bloodline abilities. More often than that, that's really unnecessary. It's extremely easy for her to land sneak attacks when the enemy doesn't see her or any of her attacks coming. [125w.]
Jutsu Mastery, prerequisite: C-Rank
Practice, to her, doesn't make perfect. It makes permanent; it makes it easy. The patterns with hand seals are easy to remember if she keeps performing them. They seem much easier on her, too. Familiar jutsus feel automatic responses her body's gotten accustomed to doing by now. Like breathing or standing up or raising a hand to wave at some person, mastering her jutsus took her a lot of hours and a lot of rather obsessive dedication. Not that she really had anything else better to do, really. Most of the jutsus she know are Taijutsu anyways, and she's often unarmed. Whenever she has spare time, or whenever she's training, she goes through her hand seals twice, maybe even thrice. She might not have a plethora of jutsus she knows by heart, but at the very least, the ones she does know, she
really knows. [145w.]
Called Shot, prerequisite: D-Rank
Unarmed Taijutsu is...
brutal, to say the least. To her, especially. The feel of skin against skin and the accuracy she has with the use of her own limbs as her weapons scares her sometimes. The impact of her actions reverberates through her entire being. As much as possible, she wants fights to be short and quick. She's studied and learned from others that there are certain hits, certain called shots that would help her get what she wants. They told her she has to be precise, and that she has to be quick, and she nodded at them.
I can do that, that's pretty standard. They laughed lightly at her determination. She smiled at them then, mostly thankful that they would share this piece of knowledge to her. They told her of the eight precious spots she should always aim for: Arms, Legs, Head, Hands, Feet, Neck, Heart, Weapon. She thanked them again, and once again once one of them told her just specifically where. She later found that he was a medic-nin, and tricks of the trade like this send even men twice her size to the hospital with broken bones. She's probably going to deny it later, but she felt some weird solace about that sentence. [209w.]
