Private Principle, Practice, Perfection

[Yuki Aiko]

Repetition! The key to success, or so says mother. Failure is just a step towards success, and only constant effort and determination would see improvement! Aiko told herself this repeatedly as she continually chiseled away at the features of her bunraku puppet. Hey eyes narrowed, the young girl inspecting every inch of her craft to make sure not a spot was missed. Her dolls would be the most beautiful in this parlor one day, that's what drove her. While other children played around, Aiko was afforded no such luxury! Chisel, hammer, saw, her energy was unbound! To this end, the pale child wiped some sweat from her brow, breathing heavily as she looked down at her creation. To say it was perfect would be too kind, in fact, it would be a lie! This thing was ugly, a disgrace, a worthless addiction to the legacy of the Yuki's! But Aiko didn't really care for that in the moment. Perhaps years later in her life she may look back and sigh at her pathetic attempts, for now she was energized! This puppet was amateur at best, but to her, it was her best work yet! Sure it may barely function when weaving threads of chakra through it's form, but none the less it stood on it's own legs and showed promise. Satisfied with her progress for the day, Aiko clapped her hands together. Important business was at hand now that her mother mandated doll practice was finished, playing with the dolls!

[Entered and exited the thread]

 

[Yuki Aiko]

Cold. So very cold. That was the crux of the Yuki, their pride and joy as a clan. Though Aiko's branch was nearly extinct, and not exactly the purest of the bloodline. After all, her traits vary quite a bit from those who came before her. Long, black hair, with brown eyes and a perfect mastery over the cold. Aiko? Her hair was stricken white as the snow, her eyes blue as water, and her hair was rather short. She was the farthest one could get from the ideal image of a Yuki. None of it mattered to Aiko though. Even if her mastery of ice didn't come naturally, she would bend it into submission. Much like many of her puppets, sometimes parts needed to be bent into shape.

Aiko's chakra ran cold naturally. It was not as if she didn't have the potency over ice like her mother, but it simply needed control. That was her goal today, to exert that control. If her chakra would not listen, she'd discipline herself until it did! To start, she'd need to mastery using chakra at certain points of her body like they told her in the academy. At the moment she couldn't walk up a tree, or leap into the air like many other shinobi. That would be what she spent the day doing. Pressing her feet to the trees and trying to walk; before she would inevitably fall back down to reality. Over and over and over again. Until night fell and her mother called her back inside. Even then, Aiko wouldn't rest. She had a mother and fellow classmates to impress after all. She had no plans to waste the gifts that her bloodline afforded her. No matter how much she stayed up throughout the night, freezing in her own frosty aura. She would bend her chakra to her will, and one day, weave it as easily as she did a puppet on strings.

[Entered and exited the thread]