1 A Quota to Meet (NK, Ask for Invite, Social) Wed Feb 22, 2017 5:46 pm
Chiyome
D-rank
Chiyome had obtained her permit to purchase property in Kumogakure by pulling a few strings at the top. Her father’s wealth was near unlimited, and as such, she had near unimaginable funds at her disposal. She took that money and spent it on the nicest one bedroom accommodation she could find within the village. It was cozy, not quite as nice as the large open-range mansions she usually stayed at along the countryside, but she could not find many things to complain about as she spent her time personalizing it and making it her own. The sight of such a lovely place would have raised eyebrows of her peers, or perhaps made them look down upon her as being someone of too much privilege. Perhaps even granting them grounds to reinforce Seto’s opinion, that she was an over privileged brat. For that reason, Chiyome would probably never let anyone visit her home.
She had taken the time to grab the absolute necessities of life as a shinobi. The free entitlements she received in the form of a kunai, a couple of shuriken, and one shiny Kumogakure forehead protector. It was like when she went to business school, the little goody bag of free pencils and notebooks that's were all just sneaky advertisements and foot in the door tactics to get people to pay for the courses.
Chiyome had a quota to meet today. The goals she had set herself were to observe and maybe participate in training activities. If she followed the signs carefully, she could make it to the training area in a short time. She grabbed a small leather side bag with one strap and packed a bottle of water, hand wraps, her kunai and shuriken, and just before placing the headband in the bag she decided against it and kept it out, zipping the bag closed and laying it to the side.
She showered quickly, scrubbing herself with efficiency and speed, the way she handled all tasks. Her clothing of choice for this day were a dark-lavender blazer overtop of a long-sleeved black shirt with black leggings and athletic shoes. It was a warm outfit to fight the chill of the day, but she would be able to dress down and get the air circulation she needed to properly work out. She took her platinum blonde hair and pinned it into a slightly messy ponytail. After this, she picked up the kumo headband and stared at it for a few moments, thinking of what it symbolized. She belonged to them now. She tied it in the back tightly and kept it in the position it was intended for. Right across her forehead.
As she put her bag over her shoulder and made her way out onto the bustling village streets, she found almost no trouble at all following the signs to the spar/training areas. It was called “The Battle Plateau” which Chiyome found silly. Shinobi had this awful habit of being overly emotional and grandiose. She had seen all manner of overly emotional individuals wearing those signature village headbands. Individuals with too much emotion were a liability in warfare. It would've been wise for people to realize that centuries ago, wouldn't it?
It was only Chiyome approached the padded training dummy that she thought of all the people she had sent to horribly dangerous war zones out of spite. Karma was a bitch. Though, so was Chiyome. She was determined to give a big fuck you to karma and make the best of this. The style of taijutsu she used was called eagle claw Kung-Fu. She positioned herself, right hand open like a claw, pushing to the side quickly as if to deflect as her left arm extended in a hard thrust. She then repositioned her legs and quickly met the dummies throat with a grab and kicked out with a downward motion at where its legs would be, if it had legs.
She grinned vibrantly, realizing she had remembered much of the details of eagle claw, and would have not much trouble applying the enhanced physical prowess she would get from training. With only a bit of sharpening up, she'd be right back to where she needed to be. It was an easy decision for Chiyome, back when she initially chose taijutsu over a weapon specialization. Weapons had certain advantages such as reach, and possibly more cutting or piercing capability, but one could be disarmed. If an arm or a leg is removed, the battle may as well be over anyway, making martial arts a more dependable art form.
WC: 774
She had taken the time to grab the absolute necessities of life as a shinobi. The free entitlements she received in the form of a kunai, a couple of shuriken, and one shiny Kumogakure forehead protector. It was like when she went to business school, the little goody bag of free pencils and notebooks that's were all just sneaky advertisements and foot in the door tactics to get people to pay for the courses.
Chiyome had a quota to meet today. The goals she had set herself were to observe and maybe participate in training activities. If she followed the signs carefully, she could make it to the training area in a short time. She grabbed a small leather side bag with one strap and packed a bottle of water, hand wraps, her kunai and shuriken, and just before placing the headband in the bag she decided against it and kept it out, zipping the bag closed and laying it to the side.
She showered quickly, scrubbing herself with efficiency and speed, the way she handled all tasks. Her clothing of choice for this day were a dark-lavender blazer overtop of a long-sleeved black shirt with black leggings and athletic shoes. It was a warm outfit to fight the chill of the day, but she would be able to dress down and get the air circulation she needed to properly work out. She took her platinum blonde hair and pinned it into a slightly messy ponytail. After this, she picked up the kumo headband and stared at it for a few moments, thinking of what it symbolized. She belonged to them now. She tied it in the back tightly and kept it in the position it was intended for. Right across her forehead.
As she put her bag over her shoulder and made her way out onto the bustling village streets, she found almost no trouble at all following the signs to the spar/training areas. It was called “The Battle Plateau” which Chiyome found silly. Shinobi had this awful habit of being overly emotional and grandiose. She had seen all manner of overly emotional individuals wearing those signature village headbands. Individuals with too much emotion were a liability in warfare. It would've been wise for people to realize that centuries ago, wouldn't it?
It was only Chiyome approached the padded training dummy that she thought of all the people she had sent to horribly dangerous war zones out of spite. Karma was a bitch. Though, so was Chiyome. She was determined to give a big fuck you to karma and make the best of this. The style of taijutsu she used was called eagle claw Kung-Fu. She positioned herself, right hand open like a claw, pushing to the side quickly as if to deflect as her left arm extended in a hard thrust. She then repositioned her legs and quickly met the dummies throat with a grab and kicked out with a downward motion at where its legs would be, if it had legs.
She grinned vibrantly, realizing she had remembered much of the details of eagle claw, and would have not much trouble applying the enhanced physical prowess she would get from training. With only a bit of sharpening up, she'd be right back to where she needed to be. It was an easy decision for Chiyome, back when she initially chose taijutsu over a weapon specialization. Weapons had certain advantages such as reach, and possibly more cutting or piercing capability, but one could be disarmed. If an arm or a leg is removed, the battle may as well be over anyway, making martial arts a more dependable art form.
WC: 774