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Stronger [Sakumi/Private/No Kill] Wed Sep 23, 2015 5:48 pm
Masayoshi Mari
D-rank
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Concentrate
The girl stoped, silent and still, her back straight, shoulders back and feet set slightly apart. Her arms lay by her side, in tension of waiting. Her breathe was controlled, in and out, in and out. A stoic expression left on her face, always unreadable to anyone that saw it. A face meant for battle, for strategy, for focus, she had acquired it in the beginning of her shinobi days. It was quite easy to develop since Mari had always been the type to take a few moments just to focus. It was neutral, not peaceful but not aggravated, simply expressionless, a mask for a battle.
Yet there was no one here but herself, it was no matter for she need to train and being alone only meant little distraction from outside stimuli. Another deep breath in, and out. She was weak, the girl knew that much. She always knew that she wasn't strong or exceptional in any way. Her journey was just beginning, down the road of fate she would face many enemies and face challenges, but in order to do so, she needed to become stronger. She couldn't let herself be lost to weakness, to frailness, to... Fear of not being good enough, strong enough, fast enough. She wasn't good enough now, that's why she needed to change.
She was going to train today. Partially inspired by her previous encounter with a certain, nervous going young man. She had told him that if did not like what was happening to him in his life, then he needed to change it and himself. She couldn't go back on her own words, she needed to follow them too. He made her seem like she was almost sagely wise with that little piece of simple advice. Wasn't it just something that anyone else could say or come up with? She had forgotten to sign up for the exams, yet the girl had come to Kumo anyway. To do what exactly? Prove a point? Remind herself of what she thought of as her worst trait, forgetfulness? To see the strength of the other, better, well trained and prodigious genin of other villages? No... She had come here because she realized that she wasn't ready to move on to the next level, she needed to make herself so.
One last breath in and finally, out. Her arms shot up in a barrage of punches right and then left, hitting through the air while her feet followed through the punches, lightly touching the ground, almost dancing upon the dirt. A roll forward led to a flip through the air, landing a side sweeping kick to knock an invisible enemy of his feet. She shot up to her feet, throwing her elbows back and then reaching forward to double punch hard her final target, a wooden dummy that had been set up in this training area. She stopped, panting slightly, a few drops of sweat beading on her temple. She stood straight in a relaxed position, taking her Fists from the wooden dummy. She had punched with enough force to cause minor dents in the bark, but she sighed and winced a little as she looked at her knuckles. They were bleeding, the skin shaved off. She must have been lucky to not have broken them. She opened her hand a few times, making sure no bone was broken. She was relieved that there was no fractures, yet it was a sign of weakness. A simple wooden log of a dummy caused her to bleed... How could she master Taijutsu with such a fragile body? How could she think of being a Swordsman if she could bleed so easily? A barrage of question filled with self doubt, she was left alone with only such discouraging conceptions.
Not good enough...
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