“Good morning folks! It's five in the morning here in Konoha and the weather is looking rather nice out there!---” Smash went the alarm clock as Amaya's hand flew out in the darkness. Her aim had been to put a stop to the sudden noise that had jolted her out of a very nice bit of sleep but in her gusto not only had she stopped the alarm from going off but she had also caused her alarm clock to smash on the floor into multiple tiny pieces. Great, that was just one more thing she would have to do today: replace it. She should know better, of course, considering how many she had broken in the past, but it was a knee jerk reaction each and every time it went off. So, it was whatever, and it would stay whatever.

With Amaya's eyes still closed she heard movement on the far side of the room: Akai was waking up not because of the alarm clock going off but because of the smashing of the alarm clock on the floor. Akai had an interesting ability to drown out regular speech or noise of that caliber and yet still respond to something out of the ordinary. Amaya smashing her alarm clock against the floor? Not one hundred percent ordinary – especially because half the time she simply blew the thing up into millions of tiny little pieces.

Akai yawned, stood up, and stretched with a wolf-like groan before walking over to Amaya who had yet to move. Akai grabbed a hold of her blanket with her left hand and started to back up with the obvious intention of pulling the covers off of the female. Amaya grabbed hold as soon as she felt her legs get chilled and tugged back. Of course, she was far too sleepy for this and with the way she was laying had no leverage against the other, and so after a brief several seconds of this tugging Akai won and Amaya was completely uncovered.

“Meh!” Amaya rolled onto her side, curling herself up into a ball and tucking her legs up underneath of her night shirt against the chill in the room. Really it was her fault: she liked to have her room cold so she could sleep comfortably with a blanket on. It was... heavenly? Yes, heavenly worked well. Of course that gave Akai an advantage over her when she wasn't fast enough for her liking with getting out of bed.

When Akai realized that Amaya still wasn't motivated to get up she jumped onto the bed, moved herself between Amaya and the wall, and then began to push her towards the edge of the bed with her much larger form. Amaya's eyes flew open, she turned over suddenly, and grabbed hold of the female around her upper torso. A moment later they both hit the floor, rolling around and play wrestling with each other. “You're just a big bully, ya know that?!”, Amaya asked in a playful voice before laughing. She was up now, so Akai had won, but she wasn't going to admit it.

The pair wrestled around for several more moments before a growling of both of their stomachs caused them both to stop. “Hm.. I need a shower, but I think that can wait until after breakfast.”, Amaya commented as she reached over and ruffled the already messy hair on the top of Akai's head. The other female jumped to her feet and nudged the bedroom door open before walking towards the kitchen: she was obviously all on board with that plan.

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With a sigh Amaya got to her feet: she certainly would have been all for staying in bed but she knew that she had a lot of training on the only day off she had managed to snag. So, all in all, she had to get going even if she did want to sleep until well past noon. It was the life of a Jounin shinobi after all, and she wasn't going to complain so long as she was doing something that would make her stronger and better able to protect her precious village.

So, with one foot in front of the other she stepped out of her room and followed after Akai. The other female sat down at the edge of the kitchen counter, yawned once, and then sprawled herself out against the wall like a giant living rug. Chuckling to herself Amaya stepped around her and went over to the fridge. She opened the door and peaked inside. After a quick check of the contents she pulled out a jug of orange juice, some eggs, shredded cheese, bacon bits, a tube of fluffy flaky biscuits, and some sausage patties. With all of her ingredients sitting on the kitchen counter she went over to the cupboard beneath the sink and pulled out a baking sheet and two skillets as well as lids for the skillets.

Once she turned the oven knob to on and changed the temperature to three hundred and fifty degrees she put the two skillets on the stove, dropped some sausage patties into one as well as a little bit of water and then popped a lid on it before putting it on low heat: that was just how she liked to cook them – low and slow. She then pulled out a bowl from another cupboard and a fork from the drawer. She cracked eight eggs into the bowl – disposing of the shells in the nearby trash can – added in some shredded cheese and the bacon bits before completing it all with a dash of salt and pepper. Once the egg concoction was stirred she poured it into a skillet and put that on low and slow as well. As the oven pinged that it was ready she popped open the biscuits tube, put them on the oven sheet, and then popped it into the oven before setting the timer to eleven minutes.

She poured herself a cup of orange juice and sipped at it in between stirring the scrambled eggs and flipping the sausage patties so they didn't burn. The sausage finished first and she took it off the heat and turned off the burner, doing the same thing for the eggs as they too finished up. A moment later the timer went off and Amaya silenced it before putting on an oven mitt and opening the oven door. She looked at the biscuits and satisfied by the way they looked she pulled them out and set the baking sheet on to the now cool burners before closing the oven door.

After she removed the oven mitt she pulled down two plates and pulls out a spatula. She halved all of the food; putting half the eggs on one plate and the other half on the other, and then adding six sausage patties to each plate. Four biscuits were added finally to both following this. With both plates ready she set one down in front of the patiently waiting Akai who began to devour hers without hesitation. Grinning to herself she sat down at the counter on one of the three backless stools there and made herself several breakfast sandwiches from the food on her plate which she then began to devour with the same gusto that Akai was showing over her own food. In between bites Amaya worked on her second glass of orange juice until both the orange juice and the food was finished.

She got up, grabbing her plate and empty glass, and brought them over to the sink. She grabbed up the jug of orange juice and put it back in the fridge so that it would stay cold. She then grabbed the two skillets which were now cool as well as the baking sheet and put them both in the sink before turning on the water so it would have time to get hot. She glanced over to Akai who had likewise cleared her plate and picked it up, before scratching at her ears with her free hand. She then added Akai's plate to the sink and made quick work of washing all of the dishes and putting them in the draining rack to dry.

With the dishes now done Amaya dried her hands on the hand towel and then looked over to Akai. “Why don't you take a quick nap while I go get a shower? We're going to be doing some hardcore training today and I want to make sure you've had plenty of sleep.” Akai stared at her for a moment, yawned, and then got up and headed over to the large sectional couch in the corner which she then proceeded to practically throw herself on. Amaya could only chuckle.  

Word Count: 866 + 606 = 1,472

Amaya watched and listened as Akai seemed to instantly fall asleep before chuckling softly and shaking her head a bit in disbelief. Leave it to Akai to have mastered the art of instantly falling asleep like that. If only she could do something like that herself it would certainly save her from many sleepless and restless nights filled with tossing and turning and worrying about what the next day would bring. Yeah, this was definitely a skill she would have to invest in learning. But, that was for another time, right now she had a full day and needed to stop wasting time with musings.

With a yawn she stepped out of the kitchen, walked across the living room, and back in to her bedroom and over to the dresser. She opened several drawers and pulled out a sports bra, panties, capri sweatpants and a tank top all of which were black in color – her preferred color for training. With her clothing picked out she brought the garments into her large bathroom – it was one of the only things about the house she had changed upon becoming Jounin as she demanded a tub deep enough to submerge herself in and even go swimming in if the idea fancied her. The bathroom even had a separate shower with six shower heads in it to the water could hit you from virtually every side. It was the shower she  ventured towards after putting her clothing down on the double sinked vanity.

She turned the water on, making sure it was nice and warm – something easily indicated by the steam filling up the glassed in shower as well as the rest of the bathroom – before pulling her night shirt up and off of her head and then slipping her panties down her legs. Both garments of clothing were tossed into the nearby laundry basket, and Amaya was left standing in the middle of her bathroom naked.

She pulled her double braids out of their ponytails and unraveled her long hair until it was completely free. Once satisfied she stepped into her shower, her white hair going from wavey to instantly straight as it became soaked in water. She washed her hair first, taking great care with ensuring that every inch of it was shampooed and cleaned to perfection. She spent equal time in rinsing her hair out, keeping her head beneath the water until it ran completely clear and free of soap. Following this she then conditioned her hair, doing much the same as she had when shampooing it as she ensured that every inch of her hair was saturated with the condition – she went through hair care products like crazy but her hair was the one part of her she cared enough about to waste the money for.

While her conditioner was soaking she washed the rest of her body, starting at her face and working her way down her arms, D cup breasts, stomach and back, buttocks, private regions, and down her legs, and the bottom half of her legs before finishing up with her feet. She rinsed herself off very well and after she was sure she was no longer covered in soap she took the time to rinse the conditioner out of her hair, sighing in a pleased fashion at how silky soft it felt.

When she was completely clean she shut off the water and spent the next five minutes fully ringing all of the water that she could out of her hair. Once she was sure she couldn't squeeze anymore out – and her hair felt at least twenty pounds lighter – she opened up the shower door and snagged a towel. She dried her face and body before wrapping the towel around her: it covered her from the chest down to her thighs. She then stepped out and into the bathroom itself before closing the shower door behind herself. She snagged another towel off the rack of clean ones nearby and ran it through her hair, drying it as much as possible with the towel and causing the thing to be soaked through.

The soaked towel was deposited into the nearby dirty clothes basket before she pulled out a hair dryer and got to work with yet another long process: it always took her forever to get ready in the mornings if she bothered washing her hair that day – it was why she only bothered to wash it every other day. Half an hour later her hair was completely dry and brushed out. Amaya finished it off by parting it and then braiding it in two separate braids.

Once her hair was taken care of she removed the towel from her body, leaving herself naked for a moment, before she slipped on her sports bra, panties, capri sweat pants, and black tank top. The towel she used to dry her body off was hung back up before she made quick work of brushing her teeth thoroughly and putting on deodorant.

She then did quick work of adding on some black eyeliner, black mascara, and lipstick that had a slight purple tint to it as well as eye shadow that matched. Once fully satisfied with her appearance – despite the fact that all she planned on doing was training – she stepped out of the bathroom and grinned at the massive amount of steam that came billowing out around her before dissipating into the rest of the house.

Now... what else did she have to do before she left the house?

Word Count: 920 + 1,472 = 2,392

Amaya glanced around her house from where she stood, looking to see if there was anything else she needed to handle before it was time to leave the house. The kitchen was clean thanks to her clean up after breakfast, and the living room was untouched as ever – she never did have time to properly enjoy that room with how busy her life was on a daily basis. So, with that in mind Amaya turned to the side, walked back into her bedroom, and looked around. The bed was a mess and her blanket was on the floor – due to her wrestling match with Akai that morning when she removed the blanket from her and then attempted to push her out of her bed and onto the floor because she refused to get up.

Shaking her head with a grin she went over to her bed and fixed her pillows before straightening her sheet back into place. She then plucked her blanket off of the floor, gave it a good shake to untangle it, and then folded it up and placed it at the foot of her bed neatly. She then wandered over to her dresser and pushed the top drawer – which was a bit open on the left side – closed. She looked then to the pieces of her smashed alarm clock and picked them up one at a time before depositing the mess into the nearby small garbage can.

She walked back out of her bedroom after ensuring that there was nothing left to clean up and walked over to her fridge where the To-Do List sticky pad hung. She picked up the hanging pen and wrote 'Buy a new alarm clock' on it before letting the pen dangle back down from the string it hung from.

”Come on Akai, wake up. Time to go, dear.”, she called over to her sleeping companioon as she walked over to the fridge and opened it up. She pulled out two large bottles of water and then went over to the fruit bowl and plucked an apple and a banana out of it. These items were deposited in a bag that would closely resemble the average gym bag. She then turned towards the cabinet closest to the fridge and pulled out a huge back of jerky and tossed that in as well. A plastic bowl filled with more snacks followed the jerky. Once she was satisfied that she had snacks and water for both herself and Akai she zipped the bag shut and put the strap onto her shoulder.

Akai was up by this point, having yawned and stretched, and the pair walked out of the house which Amaya locked behind them. She then headed down the walk way with Akai walking beside her. The pair hit the main road and Amaya looked left and right. Instead of heading to the left which was where the training grounds were located she headed to the left: she wanted to have some peace and quiet today for the training she was going to do, and so she didn't want to risk having to deal with on-lookers – at least not today. She knew that if anyone needed to track her down and find her for something important they would and that was all that mattered.

Amaya and Akai walked in silence for several minutes, Amaya nodding in greeting to those she passed who were busy hurrying off to their jobs or to take their children to school or daycare. She was in no hurry despite the amount of work she had to do today, and enjoyed the twenty minute long walk that would take her to the out-skirts of her village and into a far less populated area. She walked deeper into this area, breathing in the fresh and clean air, before she finally decided to come to a stop. ”This looks like the perfect place to train, doesn't it Akai?”, she asked her female companion who gave a nod of her head.

Grinning to herself she went off to the side of the little clearing she had found and dropped the gym bag down on a rather flat rock that reminded her very much of a stone table. With the bag safely down she moved into the middle of the clearing while she watched Akai go and lay down near where the bag was put: she knew that Akai would be her eyes and ears while she trained this way she could fully focus on her task at hand.

Once Amaya was in the middle of the clearing she began to preform a variety of stretches. Her neck, shoulders, and back, were loosened up first. Following this was her arms and then her lower abdomen. Finally her legs, knees, ankles, and feet. Each and every muscle in her body was stretched with care and tenderness: two qualities that people believed the fierce looking Jounin didn't possess.

When she was finished stretching she sat down, indian style, on the ground and simply closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply, and then exhaled slowly. Breathed in deeply again, and then exhaled slowly. For the third time she breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly while focusing on just clearing her mind of all distractions, worries, and fears.

Word Count: 880 + 2,392 = 3,272

Amaya remained in this indian style position with her slow breathing technique for nearly twenty minutes; breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, over and over again. She took this time to completely and thoroughly clear her mind of all issues so that she would be able to focus better on the super large amounts of physical training that she had to look forward to today. She was going to be pushing her body harder and further then she often did, but there were several purposes behind it. She wanted to be as strong of a Jounin as her village deserved, she also wanted to be able to keep her village and the people living within it safe from all harm. To do that? She needed to get stronger, she needed to be the best.

After her twenty minutes of meditating were done she opened her eyes and glanced her red tinted hues over in Akai's direction. The other female was just laying there, completely alert, and calm. No one was around then, good. Had someone come near Akai would have reacted in a very protective and very instinctual way: mostly violent and threatening words until the need to attack rose. But, that wasn't the case. She was calm and collected and simply watching Amaya while listening for the slightest sound that was out of the ordinary.

Amaya stood in a quick and lithe movement, enjoying her natural speed. She had always been fast but now it was time to train her body not only to be strong but to be able to endure and react in the best possible manner possible. To do that? Physical taijutsu based training. It would be tedious, repetitive, and likely a bit on the boring side, but she would do it because it was what was needed.

And so without further adieu Amaya took a fighting stance; her feet spread apart with her left leg slightly more forward and her right leg slightly more backwards from her hips. Her knees were bent at a slight angle as well. This stance would allow her perfect balance while practicing her punches while at the same time strengthening her legs.

Amaya began to execute a series of kicks; working both her left and right arm together. After a good twenty reps of punches from both arms she could already feel the burn. Yet, she continued to push herself on harder. In the back of her mind she could already hear her brothers words: there would be no progress without pain, and he knew she could do it if only she put her mind to it. It was the same as it had been when she was sick as a child: everyone else had babied her and treated her like a delicate flower, where as her brother had treated her exactly how she wanted to be - just like everyone else. With each rep of punches that Amaya pushed through she found her body beginning to adjust; a dull pain turned into a hot inferno which then became a blissfully numb feeling. Sweat broke out over her brow, but she hardly cared to stop and wipe the drops off. Several blinks were enough to keep them out of her eyes after all and that was what mattered.

Amaya pushed herself until she knew she wouldn't be able to move her arms properly tomorrow before shifting into a stance that would allow her to work on her kicks. She began with the same sort of training she had done with her arms; executing a series of kicks with each leg and then repeating the process over and over again. It only took a few reps of her kicks for her legs to begin to feel the same burns her arms had. However, she wasn't going to let this stop her. Just like before she kept pushing herself through the pain and agony, executing each series of kick for each leg. She continued on until her legs were nearly ready to give out, until they could no longer support what little weight she had.

"Ugh." Amaya dropped to her knees, reaching up with a still numb arm that felt like it was weighed down, to wipe the sweat off of her brow. Meanwhile, she could hear Akai chuckling not too far away; clearly the other female was quite amused to say the least.

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After taking a moment to relax Amaya took her same fighting stance as she had before. She wa sprepared to see this through to the end, and her mind was made up on how exactly she wanted to do it; so she began.

After one hundred punches exactly with her left arm and one hundred punches exactly with her right arm. Amaya relaxed her stance and gave her arms a good shake, trying to get feeling back into them. They had begun to burn around punch number thirty, had started to go numb about punch number fifty, and had become completely numb by punch sixty. Still, one hundred had been her mental goal and she had reached it. Of course, her training was by far over. She knew she had made some serious progress towards her upper body strength but her lower body needed some work too.

Amaya glanced over to Akai who was still watching her like a hawk as her eyes swiveled to the left and to the right like little radar dishes while she listened carefully for any noise out of the ordinary. Smiling to herself Amaya walked over to her female friend and poked at the top of her head a few times before she opened up the gym bag near her and pulled out one of the bottles of water. ”Thirsty, Akai?” she asked her friend. Akai nodded in response.

Amaya pulled the plastic cup she had packed out of the bag and placed it on the ground. She then knelt down and unscrewed the top of the water bottle, glad that the water was still cold inside of it. She poured water into the cup until it was full – half of the bottle going into the cup. When she was satisfied there was enough in there for Akai she stood back up while Akai took a drink after being handed the cup. She brought the bottle to her lips and chugged it for a moment; draining about half of it before stopping and replacing the lid back on the bottle.

She checked to ensure that the cap was tight before she put the bottle back into her gym back and closed it back up. Akai drank for another moment while Amaya took the time to stretch out her aching arms. Once she was done stretching her arms she rolled her head on her shoulders to the left and then to the right before walking towards the center of the clearing once more.

"You're not giving up, yet?"

"Nope. Why would I?"

"You're so stubborn. You're going to kill yourself if you keep pushing it like you are."

Amaya simply chuckled and shook her head. "Meh. Don't worry about me, Akai. I'll be fine. I promise. Besides; I'm a medic. If anything I'll just fix whatever I end up breaking."

"That's not going to work if you're laying unconscious on the ground, stubborn ass."

Amaya didn't respond, she just simply began to stretch once more as she listened to various pops and cracks through her body as she did so.

Word Count: 519 + 4,004 = 4,523

Every muscle in Amaya's body was throbbing but her training was complete. She had finished exactly one hundred punches and kicks for both her left and right arms once more as well as completing over one hundred kicks for both of her left and right leg; coming to an actual total of one hundred and five in all. While that number was relatively small compared to something like two hundred and fifty, five hundred, or even a thousand it was still a lot of work. Work that Amaya had completed. Work that proved that Amaya had over come once more.

Even though she was proud of herself she couldn't help but allow herself to fall backwards on the ground with an oomph of a sound escaping her as she made contact with the hard grass covered ground. She laid there, spread eagle, for several minutes with her eyes closed as she focused on the throbbing of her joints and muscles: it felt like each one of her limbs had a heart beat of their own that was synced with one another.

Off to her left, where Akai had been laying, she heard a rustling sound followed by the sound of something being dragged through the ground. She opened her left eye just a bit to see Akai standing over her with her gym bag laying at her feet. She nudged the bag closer to her with her foot: her intent was clear – she wanted her to drink some water.

With a groan Amaya sat up, surprised that the world wasn't actually spinning around her because of how tired she felt. She unzipped the gym bag and pulled out the bottle of water she had opened early. Unscrewing the cap she guzzled the rest of the bottle down in a hurry, surprised at how thirsty she actually was as the water hit her tongue. When that bottle was empty she pulled out the second, unscrewed the cap, and drank a good fourth of the bottle before placing it down between her legs, screwing the cap back on, and wiping at the sweat that coated her brow.

She smiled and looked over to Akai before digging around in the gym bag again. She pulled out the bag of jerky, ripped it open, and disposed of the garbage and the empty bottle into her bag. She then opened the bag of jerky and placed a couple pieces down in the other female's palm which she began to eat in a hurry. Chuckling she grabbed her own piece of jerky and tore of a huge chunk which she chewed quietly as she looked around with violet colored hues. ”I think I'm done for today, Akai, but I plan on coming back out here tomorrow if I can snag another vacation day.”, she said softly to her female companion who looked at her in the eyes, nodded once, and then returned to eating the jerky she had given her.

Amaya finished her own piece before taking another swig of her water and then packing it all away. ”Before we go home so I can shower and rest I need to snag another alarm clock in the market; else I won't be waking up until about two o'clock tomorrow.” Akai stood up, having no other jerky left and Amaya followed suit while surprised that her legs were actually willing to support her weight. She slung her bag across her chest and then the pair walked out of the clearing and followed the path back to the village and into the market.

They moved slowly as Amaya was in no hurry right now, not after all she had done. A glance at the sky showed her that it was already getting dark: she had spent all day long training then. Well, it was at least a decent way to burn away a day that was for sure. Amaya and Akai wandered through the market to the official clock maker of the village. She stopped by long enough to have a brief conversation and buy a clock before hurrying on her way: she stunk and needed a shower, plus her clothing was soaked in sweat – not something that was at all comfortable.

Akai and her made it home minutes later and as soon as Amaya's front door was shut she stripped out of her clothing right then and there while Akai moved off to her usual spot on the comfortable couch and sprawled out: she was tired just from keeping watch all of those hours instead of napping all day long like she was used to being able to do.

Amaya just shook her head as the coolness of her house hit her skin and she scooped up her clothing before walking into the bathroom. She pulled her hair free from its ponytails and braids before starting the shower up – this time allowing it to remain a little on the cold side. She stepped under the spray soon after and got her hair wet. Once it was saturated she went through the same ritual of washing and conditioning it that she had that morning. She then followed this with a good scrub of her body, twice to ensure that all of the smell was gone. When she was satisfied she stepped out of the shower and dried off; wrapping her hair up in a huge beach towel that would keep it from dripping all of her while she covered the bottom half of her body in another towel.

She walked into her bedroom, pulled out some panties and a night shirt, and slipped them on. Once dressed and with the towel still in her hair she grabbed her new alarm clock and put it in her room, setting it for five o'clock the next morning. Following this she walked into the kitchen, depositing the uneaten fruit back into the bowl on her counter before making herself two sandwiches and Akai two sandwiches. She left his on a plate near her – she was out cold already but would wake up soon enough to eat them she was sure. She then devoured her own and rinsed her plate off.

Following this she put her plate in the draining rack and then headed into her bedroom after cranking the air condition. She climbed underneath of her sheet, covered herself with the blanket, and then shut the light off. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light...

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Word Count: 1,087 + 4,523 = 5,610
Speed E -> E1: 5,610 - 75 = 5,535
Speed E1 -> E2: 5,535 - 150 = 5,385
Speed E2 -> E3: 5,385 - 225 = 5,160
Speed E3 -> D: 5,160 - 300 = 4,860
Speed D -> D1: 4,860 - 325 = 4,535
Speed D1 -> D2: 4,535 - 400 = 4,135
Speed D2 -> D3: 4,135 - 450 = 3,685
Speed D3 -> C: 3,685 - 525 = 3,160
Speed C -> C1: 3,160 - 575 = 2,585
Speed C1 -> C2: 2,585 - 600 = 1,985
Speed C2 -> C3: 1,985 - 700 = 1,285
Speed C3 -> B: 1,285 - 700 = 585
Remaining Word Count: 585