1 Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:46 pm
Nakajima Naho
D-rank
The merciless midday sun glared down at the golden sands beneath, stretching as far as the eye could see and further still in the vast desert that was the Land of Wind. In one small spot in the vast desert expanse was the village of Sunagakure, on the outskirts of which Naho found herself leaning against a metallic pole erected among the dunes. It was one of four that outlined the rundown training grounds she'd been assigned for the weekend, likely leftover from Sunagakure's early days when the land and a sparring partner were the ideal conditions for optimum training.
By that definition, Naho was set up for the perfect training session. It was optional for ninja of any rank to go searching for spars, whether within or without their rank. Naho simply preferred the unpredictability that arose from a mutual spar to the monotonous drones of the Chuunin who oversaw her graduation as she ran laps around the village and emptied her fists into a straw dummy. But to have been assigned one of the least used training grounds was insulting. The environment didn't look like it'd been touched by civilisation for generations, save for the panoramic view of Sunagakure's signature domed buildings behind her.
Naho slid down onto the warm sand, with the metal, insulated by a thick layer of cotton, a welcome support for her back, patiently waiting for her sparring partner to come to the middle of nowhere.
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By that definition, Naho was set up for the perfect training session. It was optional for ninja of any rank to go searching for spars, whether within or without their rank. Naho simply preferred the unpredictability that arose from a mutual spar to the monotonous drones of the Chuunin who oversaw her graduation as she ran laps around the village and emptied her fists into a straw dummy. But to have been assigned one of the least used training grounds was insulting. The environment didn't look like it'd been touched by civilisation for generations, save for the panoramic view of Sunagakure's signature domed buildings behind her.
Naho slid down onto the warm sand, with the metal, insulated by a thick layer of cotton, a welcome support for her back, patiently waiting for her sparring partner to come to the middle of nowhere.
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