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Miyako

Miyako


D-rank
"Miyako."

Someone was calling to her. Softly, but unmistakably uttering the words that made up her name. It was a familiar, comforting voice, tone gentle, caressing her like the pillow beneath her head as she dozed. A voice that belonged to ...

'Mother?'

Ryuzoji Miyako jolted awake, eyelids fluttering open as her mind began working in overdrive to snap itself out of its formerly unconscious state. Even before her gaze had fully focused on her immediate surroundings, her current perception switched on, registering that someone was making their way to her bedroom, closing the distance with every passing moment. The familiar electrical signals the figure was giving off informed her that it was her mother, but that wasn't a source of comfort. What had occurred that led up to this? For the past several weeks, she had only seen a shell of her mother, who would shut herself in her room for most of the day and only wandered out to the rest of the house to meet her basic needs. Weeks it had been since Miyako had last heard any form of communication be directed at her during the rare moments that she would see her mother around the house. But yet here she was, listening as she heard her name being called again, trying to decipher the tone. Was that anger? Resentment? Fear?

No ... it was not hostile at all. That gentleness that she had thought originated from her dreaming state was still present. Deftly removing the comforter that covered the lower half of her body, she swung her legs to the side of the bed and sat up in one fluid motion, feet slipping into the white house slippers that rested neatly by her bed. Running a hand through her dark hair and sorting out whatever knots she could with her fingers, she made it to the door and opened it before her mother had a chance to reach for the handle, daughter suddenly face to face with her mother. Ryuzoji Kaede still looked as beautiful as ever, as though the age that came with time had simply passed her by. It was the dark ringlets around her eyes that displayed the many sleepless nights, the eyes that had long since lost their shine. But still, they appeared to hold no sign of ill will - a fact that should have allowed Miyako to relax, but instead only made her increasingly tense.

"Yes, mother?" A soft reply, words chosen carefully. Years of practice allowed her to figure out what kinds of tone and body language would serve as triggers to her mother's emotional outbursts. And given that this situation was stranger than normal, she had to be on her toes, treading carefully as though walking on extremely thin ice.

"Were you asleep? I'm sorry to have awoken you." Miyako's breath caught her in throat. Her mother, apologizing to her? And for something as trivial as waking her up? Unable to come up with an immediate response, she let the silence linger for a bit before - to her relief -  her mother simply continued on. "I have some great news for you! Your uncle just sent a messenger, he wanted to congratulate you on your promotion, and wants to give you some personal training." Her voice was almost giddy with joy, a happiness that was so foreign, so unlike anything Miyako had seen since her birth. But while it was clear that Kaede was expecting a similarly exhilarated response from her daughter, Miyako was struggling to contain her facial expression, to mask the shock that was threatening to make itself known. Her uncle? The one who had shunned them for so long, who was one of the worst people that never forgave them for what her dead father did? The loyalist who had been willing to scorn his younger sister to the point of nearly driving her mad?

Just the thought of her uncle and his family made her want to shrink into herself, a fear that was so deeply embedded into her consciousness that she wanted to just grab her mother by her thin shoulders and give the frailkk woman a rough shake. Why, why did her mother still seek the approval and acceptance of these people? All her life Miyako had been subjected to her mother's strict teaching, the violent moodswings, the constant demand that Miyako achieve nothing but perfection in everything that was expected of her. All that had been entrenched in her life solely for the purpose of amending the wrongs that her father had committed, the act of treason that had occurred before her birth. And now suddenly ... he wanted to congratulate her? To personally train her? Could it be because she was now a chuunin? Or because the Ryuzoji clan head had been her squad leader? No matter the reason, this sudden change of heart only spelled out an ill omen. And she couldn't help but be afraid of what it could mean.

Her mother was still waiting for a reply.

A small smile, tugging her lips into the beginnings of a positive expression. By not overdoing it, faking a smile wasn't a difficult feat at all. "That's great, mother. I'm going to go out a train for a bit so that I'll be in good shape when meeting uncle. I won't disappoint you."

She was out of the house within moments, having swapped her nightwear for more training-appropriate gear, katana in hand as she slipped out of the house. Her mother had since retired back into her bedroom, still in an unnaturally cheerful mood. This wouldn't end well. It couldn't end well. There was no reason that it would.

The ends of her scarf flew behind her as she ran, wind blowing against her as she made her way to her favorite place to train - a quiet corner in the Ryuzoji clan's private training grounds.





Training Katon C>B
996/2000

Miyako

Miyako


D-rank
Slipping around the gates that served as the separation between the clan grounds and the rest of the village, Miyako sought out her favorite location,  weaving among trees and shrubbery as she headed deeper into the grounds, not stopping until she found herself at the innermost corner. It wasn't as open as most of the training area, closed off by ancient oaks that bore shallow marks of her previous training sessions. But it was relatively quiet; the  silence was something she welcomed, far away from prying eyes and judging stares. Sitting down cross-legged on the soft grass, she gently set her  katana down beside her and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the chilly morning air. The coolness battled with her body temperature, the sudden  invasion of a lower temperature successfully shaking off her remaining grogginess from waking up unexpectedly earlier.

It was strange how she never seemed to fall asleep during meditation, despite the various odd hours that she found herself training in. She could slip into a state of relaxation while attempting to sleep, but had never truly fallen asleep during times when she only intended to meditate. Meditation was a practice of inducing a mode of consciousness, in which one was still aware of their surroundings, but in such a way that the mind was open to both the vastness of their surroundings, and the minute details around them. Contradictory as it was, it was the only way Miyako herself could describe it, the practice of meditation long since embedded into her personal, everyday life. It helped to bring peace to oneself, slowing the incessant thoughts that actively ran through the mind.

And for Miyako herself, being a member of the Ryuzoji clan, meditation could also be described as being the core of their kekkei genkai, their constant meditative practice a source of augmentation for their famous electrical current perception Even now, her passive range was switched on - as it always was - as she sat there. The switch to a peaceful state wasn't instantaneous, not with the various thoughts that raced through her head after the early morning events. It was difficult to simply switch everything off, despite years of practice. But rather than forcing it, Miyako allowed her mind to wander through each and every detail, knowing that the sooner she came to terms with what was to happen in the near future, the sooner she would be able to relax.

In, out.

In, and out.

Ten minutes later, blue-gray eyes were once again open to the world, satisfied with the short meditation period that she had allowed for herself. Now … it was clear that the most important aspect of training that she needed to focus on was her kenjutsu. From what she knew about her uncle, it was clear that he was a proud man, especially when it came to the art of kenjutsu. If he wanted to meet with her for a training session, it was almost certain that he would limit the training to kenjutsu only. But that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to use chakra, right?





Training Katon C>B
1518/2000

Miyako

Miyako


D-rank
Either way, she needed to refine her chakra flow abilities, especially when it came to taming her volatile katon nature. Moving back up to her feet, left hand clutching at her katana, her gaze wandered in search of some poor tree she could use as target practice. But just the thought of setting fire to some poor tree made her hesitate, a handful of reasons why she shouldn't do it running through her mind. Many of the trees in the private training grounds were quite old, dating back to the early days of the Ryuzoji clan. And knowing that she didn't quite have a firm grasp over her katon abilities yet - the consequences would be disastrous. Somehow, she didn't think her clan leader would be thrilled to find half the training grounds lit on fire. While her basic skills weren't enough to cause instant widespread destruction, having an uncontrolled bushfire would ultimately result in the same effects.

Perhaps it was time to explore the rest of the training grounds and find a more suitable location for katon practice. From what she knew, many of her fellow clan members specialized in suiton; following, of course, everyone's primary affinity towards raiton. She was lucky to have had a chance to train with Aneki, who shared the same elements, but unfortunately, it appeared she would no longer have the chance to meet him ever again, seeing as he had been deemed a missing nin after doing who knows what.

The tips of her red scarf fluttered in the wind as she wandered through the training grounds, heading towards an area that was more frequented by her clan mates. Thankfully it was quiet today, leaving her with more time to train with herself and avoid having to deal with the uneasiness that came with being around others. As much as she had begun opening up to people, there was still a long way to go before she could fully consider herself worthy enough to stand on an equal ground with any member of the Ryuzoji clan. Being in the particular family that she was, and given her family's particular history … she would need to excel beyond expectations.

It didn't take long for her to spot the dummies used for actual training purposes sitting in an open clearing, the corner of her mouth turning up in the beginnings of a smile. There we go. Setting a dummy on fire in a relatively controlled environment would be much more favourable. It was strange that in the years she had finally allowed herself to claim her right to train in the clan grounds, she had never truly utilized all the facilities provided; even using the dummies before her was a first. Using dummies was really only practical for perfecting technique, providing little to no actual stimulation of actual combat. After all, the inanimate training objects could not move, nor attack, simply sitting ducks waiting to be attacked - convenience at its finest.





Training Katon C>B
2000/2000


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