Her one eye, it's sclera black which was different from the natural white of most eyes had been focused on the lighting. The room was spacious, with a large enough open space that a training match between trainees would be comfortably contained within. Even with the simulated scenery within the room, her eye was distracted and focused on the various observation decks lining the upper portion of the room. It was clearly designed so that those wishing to observe a training session could do so without being in harm from the fighting below. It had been one hundred and eighty two days since she had become apart of the training program and yet this place still put a chill to her nerves. She used to wonder why she felt so adamant yet equally hesitant here, but had since came to the understanding that she would have to embrace those feelings. A far better option than wasting time trying to define them after all.
The concentration on what may have been transpiring above her was fleeting as she instead shifted focus. Afterall this was a training match and her focus would have been well spent preparing for what that may entail. Being a trainee, she did not have a full mask, instead opting for a mask like covering over her face which completely covered her left eye. Opposite of what she would have covered had she not been in her anbu gear, her right discolored eye was what had been exposed. Even the hair on her head had become a different hue than normal, all to secure the identity she had when anbu duties were not being tended to. Her true self which she would strive to keep unsoiled by the work within the branch.
Staring at her opponent, standing yards away her hands would remove two daggers. The blades were sharp and the handles slightly curved to flow with the palm of her hands. Squatting slightly she would await the beginning of their training day...
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