Quiet, peaceful, serene. The world outside of the village seemed to almost have a stillness to it and it made it ideal for her to train at these times when there was nothing to do. In fact, she preferred this life, it held no people to criticize her mistakes, to insult her, to tell her to change her life's path. It was just Sayomi and the beautiful world of nature around her. Coming here to spend time with her grandparents meant a lot to her and the recognition of why they moved out of the village was abundantly clear, plus it meant a good meal three times a day. On top of everything else, it was here that she was able to work on her important jutsu in order to advance so that one day, unlike her parents, she would progress past a gennin and become a chuunin. The rank of jonin seemed like an impossible goal so being a chuunin was something that the young teenager would be more than satisfied with.
Hand signs were her strong suit, as well as ninjutsu in general. It was her clan's specialty so she decided to focus on it above taijutsu and genjutsu, the fact that she was physically inferior not withstanding. She took a breath and moved her hands in the precise motions that she remembered from the academy. Mouthing the words soundlessly to match the handsigns, a bad habit she never could shake, it took under a few moments before it was complete and soon electricity swirled around her hand for just an instant before concentrating at her fingertips of her two forefingers. Being able to summon forth such an element always seemed to shock and intrigue her as well as fill her with pride. It was pride that she shouted it's name triumphantly as she threw out her arm towards a small boulder that laid nearby. "Lightning Style: Storm Bolt Jutsu!" the chakra streaking across the open air and striking it, the wreckage flying off in a small area.
"I did it! Yes! Now," she paused, reaching down to pull out some of her kunai, "to practice some with these, can't be slacking off in a mission and miss a target, that's for sure..." as if trying to convince and reassure herself to practice harder. The target board had already been set up on a nearby tree so this would be no problem. And soon she found herself engrossed with the training, which included more often than not, throwing the weapons while on the run rather than simply standing still. Not that she was an expert marksman in either.
Hand signs were her strong suit, as well as ninjutsu in general. It was her clan's specialty so she decided to focus on it above taijutsu and genjutsu, the fact that she was physically inferior not withstanding. She took a breath and moved her hands in the precise motions that she remembered from the academy. Mouthing the words soundlessly to match the handsigns, a bad habit she never could shake, it took under a few moments before it was complete and soon electricity swirled around her hand for just an instant before concentrating at her fingertips of her two forefingers. Being able to summon forth such an element always seemed to shock and intrigue her as well as fill her with pride. It was pride that she shouted it's name triumphantly as she threw out her arm towards a small boulder that laid nearby. "Lightning Style: Storm Bolt Jutsu!" the chakra streaking across the open air and striking it, the wreckage flying off in a small area.
"I did it! Yes! Now," she paused, reaching down to pull out some of her kunai, "to practice some with these, can't be slacking off in a mission and miss a target, that's for sure..." as if trying to convince and reassure herself to practice harder. The target board had already been set up on a nearby tree so this would be no problem. And soon she found herself engrossed with the training, which included more often than not, throwing the weapons while on the run rather than simply standing still. Not that she was an expert marksman in either.