1 Fists of fury, prove thy value [Open/training] Sat Aug 16, 2014 7:36 pm
Uzumaki Ilya
D-rank
Training grounds Iwagakure
Her morning had been just like every other: waking up early, doing the daily morning workout of a dozen squats, push ups and crunches, before she went to take a bath and dress herself in her usual attire of a black halter top, black pants with suspenders, boots and a long, highcollar blue coat. Maybe her particular fashion sense was to be called awkward, but with her fingerless gloves and the black choker around her throat, Yomi looked as if she was a master of her own body and she would not dissagree with that statement, despite the fact that she was well aware that there were still many shinobi boasting greater physical prowess than herself.
Walking from her room towards the stairs to the groundlevel of the two story house she lived in, the woman knocked on her parent's room, followed by her sister's room, only to be answered by silence.
Walking downstairs, she greeted the shadow of another room, again only being answered in the silence of the darkness. Grabbing herself a cup and some express coffee, she quickly put a kettle with water on the flames, resulting in a cup of deliciously strong coffee a few minutes later. "This house is still so gloomy, even after I got rid of the despair that filled it, such a shame."
Making herself a few sandwiches, that concluded her breakfast and it also meant it was time for her to get to Iwagakure's famous training grounds, where the Shinobi of Iwagakure steel their body and mind among the rocks.
Taking a short cut, Yomi got to the training grounds in only a few minutes, ignoring all people around her, as they tried to ignore her as well, only to stop at the stall of the weapon's shop for a moment, admiring the innate beauty of the many swords, utensils and special weaponry on display. The very sight of the shimmering blades, the tempered steel, the satin-like finishes to a lot of hilts made her feel warm and made her grant the world a glimpse of the intriguing smile she would only show at moments like these.
Arriving at the training grounds, the Iwa-nin threw her jacket over one of the jagged spikes at the entrance, deciding another round of push ups and some stretching would flex her muscles and pump up her spirit to start with another day of training. She had her sights set on the title of strongest taijutsu master in the known world, strongest bukijutsu of all and above all she simply wanted to get rid of all weakness, even if it was her own.
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Her morning had been just like every other: waking up early, doing the daily morning workout of a dozen squats, push ups and crunches, before she went to take a bath and dress herself in her usual attire of a black halter top, black pants with suspenders, boots and a long, highcollar blue coat. Maybe her particular fashion sense was to be called awkward, but with her fingerless gloves and the black choker around her throat, Yomi looked as if she was a master of her own body and she would not dissagree with that statement, despite the fact that she was well aware that there were still many shinobi boasting greater physical prowess than herself.
Walking from her room towards the stairs to the groundlevel of the two story house she lived in, the woman knocked on her parent's room, followed by her sister's room, only to be answered by silence.
Walking downstairs, she greeted the shadow of another room, again only being answered in the silence of the darkness. Grabbing herself a cup and some express coffee, she quickly put a kettle with water on the flames, resulting in a cup of deliciously strong coffee a few minutes later. "This house is still so gloomy, even after I got rid of the despair that filled it, such a shame."
Making herself a few sandwiches, that concluded her breakfast and it also meant it was time for her to get to Iwagakure's famous training grounds, where the Shinobi of Iwagakure steel their body and mind among the rocks.
Taking a short cut, Yomi got to the training grounds in only a few minutes, ignoring all people around her, as they tried to ignore her as well, only to stop at the stall of the weapon's shop for a moment, admiring the innate beauty of the many swords, utensils and special weaponry on display. The very sight of the shimmering blades, the tempered steel, the satin-like finishes to a lot of hilts made her feel warm and made her grant the world a glimpse of the intriguing smile she would only show at moments like these.
Arriving at the training grounds, the Iwa-nin threw her jacket over one of the jagged spikes at the entrance, deciding another round of push ups and some stretching would flex her muscles and pump up her spirit to start with another day of training. She had her sights set on the title of strongest taijutsu master in the known world, strongest bukijutsu of all and above all she simply wanted to get rid of all weakness, even if it was her own.
447