'Another day, another chance to work on me' Yuki thought as she walked along the path to the school. Being a teacher had its perks, one of which were using school equipment for her own personal gain. It had been a while between teaching and taking care of her shinobi work that she had a chance to work on her skills, but now she had a little while off. She might even have had enough time to do some shopping as well.
Arriving at the school, she noticed how sad it looked in the morning. It was a ghost town around the academy, not a single soul stirring this early. The sunlight hadn't even appeared over the horizon yet. "All alone, the way I like it" she commented to herself as she used her key and entered the school. Straight through the halls and out to the training grounds in the back, she found her personal stock pile of projectiles. She had a stock of every kind of projectile one could imagine. The sad thing is, she knew how to use every single one of them with nigh perfect precision. So advancing her ranged arts was a bit difficult. But she had been to the library recently; as par usual, and had a few ideas she wanted to try.
It took her a good part of the morning but soon she was warmed up and working on her shuriken shield skill. Once she was satisfied with it, she began to use the books suggestion and mold the shuriken into a dragon like form. It was very difficult changing forms, but she managed to create the image of a dragon somewhat before everything exploded outwards and away from her. "Dam, almost had it" she laughed as she looked at the mess. "Guess I better clean this up before class starts" she sighed and got to work. If she was a bit better at manipulating the projectiles she could have trained longer instead of cleaning.
(MFT 333 words )
Arriving at the school, she noticed how sad it looked in the morning. It was a ghost town around the academy, not a single soul stirring this early. The sunlight hadn't even appeared over the horizon yet. "All alone, the way I like it" she commented to herself as she used her key and entered the school. Straight through the halls and out to the training grounds in the back, she found her personal stock pile of projectiles. She had a stock of every kind of projectile one could imagine. The sad thing is, she knew how to use every single one of them with nigh perfect precision. So advancing her ranged arts was a bit difficult. But she had been to the library recently; as par usual, and had a few ideas she wanted to try.
It took her a good part of the morning but soon she was warmed up and working on her shuriken shield skill. Once she was satisfied with it, she began to use the books suggestion and mold the shuriken into a dragon like form. It was very difficult changing forms, but she managed to create the image of a dragon somewhat before everything exploded outwards and away from her. "Dam, almost had it" she laughed as she looked at the mess. "Guess I better clean this up before class starts" she sighed and got to work. If she was a bit better at manipulating the projectiles she could have trained longer instead of cleaning.
(MFT 333 words )