The sun was setting down on to Iwagakure, with a slight chill in the air. The streets were more or less empty, the occasional thug hanging around in the streets of course. Those same streets being lit from streetlights to try and fight the darkness, though there were still dark patches where the light couldn’t get at. Erai was running down these streets, with her she carried a duffle bag that shuffled from side to side with each step. Keeping to her constant rhythm, step, breath in, step, and breath out. Keeping her whole foot from landing on the ground, she would only allow her toes hit before she pushed off again into another step. Her hands were tightly wrapped in white cloth gauze, made to keep her hands protected during fighting matches. She began to punch the air in fast, snapping punches. Keeping in rhythm with her breaths, her steps, all in synchronization.

Erai picked up her pace, pushing herself even harder during the run. Turning the corner she could see the destination she had mind. Goldie’s Gym, the best gym in Iwagakure according to Erai. Filled with determined people looking to make themselves better physically, but also mentally. She bursted into the gym, not even taking the time to notice the attendant standing there. Running through the gym at full speed, she ran onto the first open treadmill and immediately revved it up. She put the settings on high while also slightly raising the incline of the treadmill. Continuing to punch the air in front of her, all the while keeping her rhythm. Her hair, which was wrapped up into a ponytail, bounced in a side to side motion. Sweat droplets sliding down her face and off her chin. Her muscles were on fire at this point, after running at full speed nonstop for five full minutes.

Erai had entered a sort of meditative state however, she couldn’t feel anything except for the special rhythm she entered while running outside.Her mind was clear throughout all of this. In truth, the only thing she was conscious of was the count she kept in her head. One, two, three, four, then she would start again. Her clothes did help her training, wearing thigh high shorts and a tank top that cut off at her midsection. Her shoes weren’t made in the typical ninja style, instead they were closed toes. Coming up to ankle high  they were made to keep her ankles safe during training. She had them tied tightly as she knew this was going to be a tough training session. She ran  for another three minutes before she turned down the speed of the treadmill, starting to gasp for air. She continued to run until the treadmill stopped completely, stepping off afterwards.

Reaching into her duffel bag, she pulled out a canteen full of cool water. Unscrewing the cap she took sip and swallowed before taking another sip. She swished the water around in her mouth before spitting it out in a nearby spit bucket. She finished by pouring some over her head to cool her down before starting her next workout. In the right lighting, one could see the steam rise from Erai’s own body. Grabbing the duffel bag, Erai made her way to the ladies locker room to put it away. She went over to the locker she claimed for herself and began to put her combination into the lock. Hanging the bag in the locker, Erai made her way out in the main gym once again. Tying her hair into a ponytail once again to fix some of the loose hairs that found their way back into her face. Making her way to where a jump rope was, she waited for the timer to start again. The gym’s timer was a great way to keep track on the rounds that were happening in the ring as it was very loud, but it was also useful cardio exercises like this.

The buzzer went off, and so did Erai. The jump rope whipped above and below her at a fast rate. Finding her rhythm after a few jumps, she began to lift one leg while using the other one to jump. She alternated this motion with each jump, her eyes closed. Picking up the pace, the rope whipped faster and faster. The leg movements happening in faster succession right after the next flawlessly. Her palms were sweating; though the gauze she wore kept the rope handles from slipping from her hands. In keeping her eyes closed, it helped her maintain focus, and keep from watching the timer on the wall. It also allowed her to just let her body do physically because she knew too much thought ruined exercises such as these. Just as the pain in the balls of her foot was beginning to set in, the timer went off and Erai opened her eyes. She dropped the rope onto the ground to move on to her next exercise.

She made her way to the speed bag located near to where most of the other boxing equipment was. While walking over to the speed bag, she was rewrapping her gauze as they somewhat got loose over the course of her previous exercises. She paused in front of the bag while she took the time to carefully wrap her hands. There was a popular misconception about the speed bag. Like the name says, people thought that the speed bag was supposed to increase the speed of a fighter's punches. While there is some truth to this, unfortunately the speed a fighter had in the beginning of their training wouldn’t improve by much at the end. What does increase however is the reflexes and reaction time a fighter has. This comes naturally fight after fight, but the speed bag can help increase this process. It improved all of these factors, while also improving the aim making every punch count more.

That's exactly what Erai had in her mind to improve during this exercise. She finished wrapping her hands and waited for the buzzer again, signaling a start of a round. For the speed bag, it may be a little too much time, so her hands may be a little sore tomorrow. It’ll all be worth it, and Erai wasn’t complaining. She closed her eyes again, raising her arms up in their right position. Erai is a trained boxer with the tight upper body style. Meaning she always has her hands just below her eyeballs, but with her entire forearm area protecting her ribs. In one quick motion she could just move her forearms back slightly she could at least partially protect the back of her ribs as well. Her legs in shoulder width apart, the left leg taking point. The buzzer went off signaling her time with the speed bag could begin.

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Akira moved down the street quietly towards his destination. A fairly high end gym had established a reputation in Iwa as being the best gym in town. Only good for those who could dedicate themselves to the breaking point and passed. A hard core gym is how many described it before dropping out. Only true athletes seemed to remain. So it was that Akira had selected them to make his new custom training set. A private room off to the side people had to sign a waver to even enter. Still much like the rest of the gym is had windows. The staff could not be inside the room while it was running as it wasn't safe but they needed to be able to see if the man who had ordered it built and funded it went down. After all during the construction they had been skeptic it was humanly possible. Yet it was Akira after all. They had been nervous but a waver and a couple of greased palms made it happen. He was so excited he barely side stepped the young girl running passed him at full speed in the same direction. Still she wasn't so fast that he couldn't admire the view as she ran along.

Still he adjusted the neck of his black t shirt and eyed his own training pants. He was used to a suit but it hardly mattered. One shouldn't sweat in a suit and he intended to sweat tonight. His shoes were just some basic running shoes but he was content with walking. As he walked passed a group of thugs they smirked and acted tough until his golden gaze looked in their direction. Street thugs...the omegas of fighters in the village. He watched as they frowned and hesitated before backing up at a glance from him. It was good when an Omega recognized an alpha. He watched them until the left down the alley as he continued walking. It was good that people knew better than to challenge him but at times it was boring. That aside they knew the harsh consequences of any gang activity in the village. At most they were posing as tough guys or maybe a bar fight here and there. However there would be no gang activity anywhere within the village walls. The way the gangs were smashed to bits before had left an impression after all.

Akira still paused outside the door of the gym. What he was about to undertake was beyond his usual training. Even if it injured him it wasn't something he couldn't heal but at the same time...he was well beyond human levels now. He needed to be mentally prepared. He let out a breath and smiled before flexing his fists until his knuckles popped. He rolled his shoulders and reached out to push open the door. He quietly stepped within the gym before the manager turned to look at him anxiously with two attendants waiting. It seemed they had been waiting and ready for him. Still the Manager seemed hesitant as he rubbed his clammy hands together before speaking to Akira directly. His voice unsteady. "Akira Sama welcome...I understand you are eager for this but...it...its not a good idea sir. There is far to much weight for any man I have ever met and to top it off those bags are moving considerably faster than could possibly be considered safe. I.." Akira smiled and with a chuckle placed his hand on the mans shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. The man blinked before Akira spoke in a soothing tone that seemed like honey on the ears. Almost velvet in nature. "Relax Mr. Ajoya. I signed the waver and I know my limits. Now...show me."

The Manager nodded in defeat before turning and with the attendants in tow led him passed the main floor to the back room. With a turn of the key he slide the padlock off before opening the double doors. As the doors opened the lights flickered on to show a dozen full sized punching bags hanging from clasps on runners along the ceiling in an almost random pattern. Still Akira paused in the entry as four boxes were opened one by one. He held out his arms and spread his legs as the two attendants carefully lifted each set of two hundred pound weights over to him and clasped them to each of his four limbs. Tightly sealed to the muscles so there was no slide. Akira lifted each arm and each leg with just a little bit of strain showing before he nodded. He cracked his head left and then right twice before the manager nervously hit the switch and he and the assistants quickly left the room. It was time for the training to begin.

A loud buzzer went off and the bags shifted as an engine started. Screaming to life the bags shifted at first before slowly gathering more and more speed swaying down tracks seemingly at random and mysteriously avoiding each other until they achieved C-3 speed. The Buzzer sounded again and Akira launched off from the area he was safely standing within. He moved with a type of grace and speed that seemed to defy the idea that he was wearing weights at all. Still it appeared that he was going to get knocked around by the bags quickly and harshly. Yet as two bags neared him his left fist came up and slammed into the bag with a resounding bang and sent it flying back down the track it had come from. He spun back with the left elbow in almost the same motion and slammed into the other bag behind him with a similar sound and sent that one slamming down the track it had come as well. He side stepped the next one before placing his right hand on the ground and splitting his legs two kick two bags simultaneously and sending those back down the track with a bang as well. Still it wasn't slowing down and he could feel his muscles already straining. A bead of sweat formed on his brow and he grinned as he straightened. Side stepping another bag and preparing for more.

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Erai attacked the speed bag with ferocity, starting with one punch. After her first strike she waited, watching the speed bag move on its own until it began to slow. She would then punch it again as she began to bob her head from side to side in a circler motion. Before the bag slowed up like it did last time, she followed up with another faster punch. Pretty soon she would find her own rhythm, in the same way as the jump rope. Hitting the speed bag in fast succession caused it to swing even faster. To the average person, they would begin to wonder how Erai would know when to it the bag again. In truth, it had nothing to do with seeing, and everything to do with maintaining an inner beat. Keeping track of it with the heart, not the eye. That’s how one really hits a speed bag, letting your body act on its own. The body knows what it needs to do, and how to do it, so it becomes only an hinderance when the mind comes into play.  

Still, she managed to do all of this without much interference or interruption. Unlike her previous exercises, she actually kept her eyes wide open. In the corner of her eye she could see a group of people walking across the gym. She could recognize the attendants since she frequented the gym. One of the member in the group however looked less familiar than the rest. Erai focused back on her set with the bag, feeling the time was almost out. She could feel her triceps begin to ache from the position her arms were in. Thankfully, the buzzer went off and so she dropped her arms accordingly. Grabbing a towel from a nearby rack, she took a swig of water from her canteen. Taking a brief intermission from her workout, she walked around the gym in an attempt to walk off some of the lactic acid. Using the towel to wipe her brow, she could see nothing but well built people continuing what Erai assumed was their daily workout. Turning her head she noticed a room she had never seen before.

Walking up to the doorway, she passed the manager looking pale. Right as she stepped inside the doorway, she witnessed a true sight. The room looked as if it was made with one person in mind, seeing as how its flooring and walls looked much different than the rest of the gym. Then a loud buzzer went off that sounded somewhat different than the one in the main gym. That's when her attention was brought unto the man standing in the room by himself. The punching bags screeched to life just to seemingly disappear from sight. The man seemed to become nothing more than quick flashes that moved around the room. It was hard of Erai to keep track of what was going on exactly; but she could see when the heavy bags were sent back by the attacks from the man. The man then stopped for a brief moment, giving Erai the chance to identify this mysterious person. Once she realized who he was, it was all made crystal clear.

“The Tsuchikage himself eh? I knew this was the best gym in town.” Erai thought as he folded her arms. She had only heard scattered stories about the Tsuchikage, so it was nice to finally see the man in action. It had been made clear that he was an expert in taijustu with an unique style. She would mind to have the chance to get a little one on one time with him. Since he was a busy man, she wasn’t sure when she would get this chance again. “Hey! Mr. Tsuchikage, you look good out there. But that’s to be expected right?” Erai shouted in an attempt to get his attention. She unfolded her arms and assumed a more relaxed position. “I kid of course, don’t mean any disrespect. I just know you’re busy man and I was hoping you could show me a few pointers.” Erai was confident in her words, showing no signs of discomfort or timidity. Afterall, a Kage was there to protect and help, not to intimidate.

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Akira continued to use careful footing to dodge and sidestep bags as they came one way and abruptly shifted direction back and forth spinning and managing to avoid each other. The tempo kept up without hesitation or any signs of slowing. The bags he hit began to spin up again finding a rotation that fit. The design of the room was satisfying and up to standards. The program was well written to react to him and which bags he hit so they didn't collide even when he sent one down the track towards another. He would need to find that particular programmer at some point and offer him a more permanent job working for him. He liked satisfactory work and so he rewarded it when he found it. He grinned with happiness and satisfaction as he moved about feeling the strain it was putting on him. He had to concentrate again...he had to try and avoid getting hit. How long had it been since anything could touch him in this country? When had he reached so high a level that common means of training felt pointless? He remembered his youth and struggling to become something more. This was the best though. He remembered the burn of the muscles and the struggle to control breathing. Careful timing and footing being crucial and having to concentrate on not being faster by so much he didn't have to even push himself. The body of a king of taijutsu had left him cursed like that. This proved however he could still grow. If he could still struggle he could rise even higher.

He spun and kicked off of one of the bags changing from pure impact force to throw the bags to actually shifting his weight off of the bag. Instead of sliding back with a bang this time the bag only slide back a meter as he lifted off it and spinning kicked the next one sending it off the hook and slamming into the wall. One design flaw it seemed. If he went full power the hooks were not durable enough to hold on. He would need to invest in some chakra reinforced titanium. Still he leaned back off the kick and placed his hands on the mat launching backwards as three bags slid through the area he had just been, He was being push now. Was the weight already slowing him? It was intense training after all but to already have it be pushing his abilities he was surprised. One could say he may have overestimated his abilities if they were being pessimistic but he knew he could still push himself a little further. The bags were still moving to slow to actually hit him so he knew well enough he could keep it up for the full time of the timer. He would just be sore afterward if he did. Yet that wasn't what was drawing his attention. His golden gaze shifted as he escaped the bags for the moment to the girl who had passed him before. Interesting that she would be here when he was vulnerable....he wondered if she would take advantage of it? No...she was calling out to him. Interesting.

Akira launched himself from his spot flying over the bags between the chains before stepping on the mat and darting between the last of the bags to land outside of it right as the buzzer went off and the engine died down...the bags slowing and stopping. Akira grabbed a towel as the weights creaked audibly. This close the labels were evident enough to determine how much weight was on him. 800 in total. He smiled as he wiped off his head and face and draped the towel over his shoulders. His smile was charming as it was framed with his forked beard. Even with his tshirt and work out pants he somehow held himself like he was in a suit. His posture and aura just defined power and grace. His hands held the towel on either side of his neck holding his hands up casually that way. His voice like silk as he sounded amused. "You a taijutsu specialist? If so I guess I could see what I can do...Let me see your style kid. Try and hit me alright? Don't get frustrated if you can't connect with anything I just want a feel for your specific style."

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She wasn’t absolutely sure she heard him right away after her declaration, so she took the time to watch him in action. Erai watched as the Tsuchikage demonstrated his well honed skills and outstanding athleticism. She however wasn’t so much concerned with his upper body, but rather the lower. No matter the martial art, the legs were always the foundation. In fact, most martial art training regimens began with the first few months being entirely dedicated to legs. This mostly was done in two general ways, though these two varied in some form or another depending on the art. The first and arguably the most important when it came to martial arts was cardio. To have the stamina to continue fighting no matter what was essential to not only martial arts, but to the life of a ninja as well. Jumping, dodging, running, all of these happened in battle, and the last thing you should be worried about is your legs giving out under you. No matter how much willpower you may have, the physical body has its limits. You would sooner break the very legs you push too hard before you could inflict more damage on the foe.

The second, and the one Erai found most important in her opinion, was technique. She was always a fan technique based martial arts like Judo. In a martial art like Judo, it didn’t matter the height or weight difference as much as it did the overall skill of the user. Always looking at Judo and Jiu Jitsu as more graceful than Boxing overall, she did however prefer boxing. Technique does play a huge part into boxing as well, being more than two sweaty people fighting it out. You can really see how technique plays a significant role when analyzing footwork. You would find that as you rise higher in the boxing ladder, particularly the lighter weights, footwork can be the determining factor as to who wins the match. This is something that Erai has worked on over the years, but she admits that it’s lacking. In watching to the Tsuchikage in action however made her realize not only the difference in skill, but the difference in technique. Instead of large, more pronounced dodges as you may come to expect, they were smaller. She could tell his footwork was more calculated, and calm. Even though the bags were swinging violently, his steps were careful, almost like he was trying to avoid ants marching on the ground.

That was until she watched as he attacked one of the bags with a powerful kick. She wasn’t sure if that was the full extent of his physical power, or if he was holding back. Either way it was strong enough to send it crashing into the wall. Erai observed carefully as he then performed a back flip coming off of the bag he just kicked, dodging three more in the process. It was also in this moment she noticed the training weights he had attached to himself. She wondered how much they would each weigh. In any case, to move in the way in which he was with awkward such weights on got Erai really thinking. “He looks to be the perfect sensei for myself. I could really learn a lot from his technique.” she thought to herself. Moments after this thought, she caught his eyes as he looked into her direction. He performed one more feat of agility before he was within normal conversation distance. This close, Erai could see the labels on the weights he was using to train. She quickly calculated the weight to be 800 pounds, 200 pounds on each limb. “More than the average weight of an adult man? This guy is breaking the barrier of what's humanly possible.” keeping this thought to herself.

Erai initially noticed how smooth his voice was compared to most people she talked to. She also noticed the “kid” part within his sentence. “Heh, I haven’t been called kid in years.” she thought to herself. Without saying another word, she took her stance and started with a simple jab aimed straight towards his head. This was merely a step-up shot however, in an attempt to open up his body a bit for her right hand aimed to deal some damage to his stomach. She then slid to in a circler motion to the left, folding her body up in such a manner so that when she brought her left hand up to protect her head, it would also protect to the top to mid range of her rib cage. Keeping her stance and head up, she would throw a flurry of jabs at the Tsuchikage; all aimed towards his head.

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Akira watched patiently as she took in her stance. His gaze took in every muscle movement and shift as she did so as if nothing she did could escape his eye. Just standing there in front of him would suddenly seem like an impossible obstacle. He was far to aware and far too prepared. If a genin was the beginnings of a hill he was the mountains peak. He hadn't moved yet but she would be able to tell the moment she moved that her moves had no way of connecting. It was as if he could see her and the room around him all at once and react to anything within that area. Still he smiled at the stance. One he never used to be honest but it was close to a fast attack stance he did use. Boxing was more of a sport than a martial arts to him but that was strictly because of how little flexibility it had. Martial arts had to be ever shifting and becoming what was needed to counter your opponent over and over again. Boxing brought martial arts down to three simple concepts. Dodge, block and punch. Its footing required remaining squared up and solid. He would need to break her of that early on.

Still as she moved in to strike he once more demonstrated minimum movement dodging to move out of the way. He could almost kiss her knuckles yet even if she adjusted at the last second it wouldn't connect. He was always just outside of her reach even with the weights on and his hands holding the towel. He was judging the power behind each punch and the speed. He could tell she was well within genin levels still. Perhaps just now beginning to rise to new heights. Ones only a shinobi could reach. It was true the level he was training at was inhuman but it wasn't a level she couldn't reach in time. Still she raised an arm up to keep up a blocking stance and he frowned. It was kind of a rookie move given she had already seen a demonstration of his speed and power. She would probably need a mentor in order to grow a little faster. Best to break bad habits early on. How to go about it though? He was aware they were alone. The door had closed behind her so even if how he handled it was embarrassing for her only she would see it. He would stick with his usual training method. Some pain to reinforce a lesson or two.

Her only warning was a grin from him before he suddenly spun around one of her jabs. Suddenly one of his feet stepped into her leg space and behind her ankle. He was within her space and that made any sort of straight jabs far more difficult. Instinct would demand she back up but that would prove difficult with his foot blocking her escape. If she stepped back she would lose balance. In the same moment he moved to cause exactly that to happen. Careful to restrain himself he reached up with his hand on the blocking side of her and open hand slapped her blocking arm with enough force to smack her with her own arm hard enough to send her back into his foot and knock her down. He did all that in one fluid counter step in the time it took her to Jab. If his attempt connected he would lean down. Touching her elbows, knees and calves as he spoke of them in a manner more like a doctor than a fighter.

"Boxing is a decent sport but the method you are using isn't flexible enough in an actual fight unless you are already superior to your opponent by some considerable amount. Its basic enough that its almost choreographed to your opponent. You need to mix it up some. If they barely avoid your jab switch it to an elbow in the same movement. Easy to switch directions and widen your attack that way. If they step into your space slam a knee into them. The force in your legs is considerably greater than your arms. A good knee to the gut will knock the air out of anyone around your level. As for your stance, You must remain mobile. Try only planting your feet for a sure hit. It will add power but you need to stay light until that moment. If you can attack from the sides instead of straight on. Lastly, If you know your opponent has more power or even weight than you," He tapped his own weights on his right arm then," Don't waste the energy blocking. Blocking should always be the last resort to reduce damage. Always dodge if its even remotely an option. Tell you what...you know where the University is? Well come to my sub floor one-B Two days from now at ten A.M. Bring a lunch and dress for a spar. We will practice your stance and maybe even teach you a new trick to reinforce those moves. Sound good kiddo?"

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“What’s going on? I don’t understand exactly what’s going on.” Erai thought as she threw her punches, noticing something was wrong. It looked like she was close enough to make contact, but she didn’t feel anything at the end of her fist. She was so focused on on trying to hit the Tsuchikage that she didn’t even notice the fact that his hands still grasped the towel around his neck. “I know I’m aiming correctly, my fist is in the center of his face.” she thought to herself. “This must be the difference between us. Such a large gap, though I guess that’s to be expected since he is the Tsuchikage.” Shifting her weight, taking a stance to block blows from the left. “I’m not going to give up that easy!” thinking to herself. Erai had been trying all this time to train herself to be better. She found it difficult however to find good sparring partners that were legitimate. Most of the people here, no matter how dedicated to their physical bodies, were not ninja. As such, they wanted no part in fighting someone who had a natural edge over them; chakra.

Since her arrival to the village, people were naturally wary of her. Even though ninja were supposed to be able to blend into a crowd, she managed to stick out somehow. It could have been because of her white hair, looking unnatural. It could have been the way she carried herself, always holding herself in high esteem. Over the natural course of maturation she gained a sense of self confidence that may even rub people the wrong way. This of course wasn’t on purpose, and Erai didn’t want it to seem that way. Due to this, when she started to come to the gym, she got weird stares from even the men. You would expect at least them to look at her different, but this wasn’t the case. Trying to find a good partner was a pain, so much so that she never actually found one. All she did was exercise by herself, unable to ever find a sparring partner, relying on experience she had obtained from earlier in life. That experience may have been enough to deal with situations back then, and maybe even enough to deal with certain situations even now. Known of that even remotely amounted to be enough to step to the Tsuchikage like this. She realized that now.

Before one of her punches made it into the Tsuchikage’s area, she noticed he let out a smile. In that same instant, he was gone. Erai had no real way of knowing what exactly happened, as her eyes in the way they were now, were unable to follow. “Damn it, if I only I could…” was all her brain had time to formulate before it happened. Her right arm not given enough time to even retract, was still working on making its way back to her body. The next thing she felt was a sudden surge of force on her left side. This made her own forearm hit the side of her face. Before she had time to really even try to catch her footing, the force made her trip over something. “Damn it!” She thought hitting the ground. “I can’t believe this.” Before she could really get up from her current position, the Tsuchikage began searching for wounds. “Is he a doctor too?” She felt fine, so she got up from laying on her back as the Tsuchikage began to speak to her. “He’s probably going to tell me to keep training and how one day I might be as strong as him.” She thought to herself, somewhat discouraged.

He went on to talk about about how boxing was a sport, but it was flawed in its movements. Since it was so limited in what moves you actually used, it was almost useless in a real fight against another ninja. Fights with other ninja who aren’t specifically using boxing are very fluid, using any and every movement to their advantage. Which means, as the Tsuchikage put it, transitioning from a jab into an elbow if you’re close enough for it. Going on to talk about how she should loosen up, and use her own space to her advantage, mixing up exchanges by throwing hardly used body part like knees. His last point was to never block, ever. Making this very clear to her, which made sense considering his physical strength was much greater than her own. Aside from that however, there was also the question of, why eat a hit when you can dodge it? Erai took all this information to heart, as it could be the last time she would be able to spar with the Tsuchikage like this. Or so she thought. That was when he told her to meet him at the University for additional training.

“Yes it does Tsuchikage! I can’t even begin to explain to you how excited I am.” She said, bowing her head to show respect. “This is my chance to actually progress! I’ll be learning from the Tsuchikage himself! It simply does not get better than that.” she thought to herself. Erai said her goodbyes to the Tsuchikage, as he couldn’t stay much longer. She assumed he was the busiest man in the village, taking care of all the bureaucracy with running a village. Though, he might employ full time assistants to take care of all that. In any case, his duties probably kept him busy in some form or fashion. Erai on the other hand was on her way home to nothing but rest up for their next meeting. Between missions and finding a way to get food for the day was hard enough, though she was filled with excitement. Erai wondered what Akira would show her, maybe a new technique, or help with her stance. Who knows, but Erai couldn’t wait.

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