(OOC: Lucario-sama, you can join in when ready now)

Anku snapped her head to the side, causing her long braid of course black hair to move from her right shoulder back to the center of her back. She had just stepped into the training grounds at the academy, it was open all year around for young Genin to practice their abilities; as was the Konoha genin custom.

She raised her leading right hand straight out farthest from her and brought her left hand close to her chest, preparing for a strike at an invisible foe. She quickly shifted her feet elogantly in quick succession as she made multiple strikes at the invisible assailant, it was almost too easy to imagine hitting the foe; the difficult part of countering a counter attack while performing her Gentle Palm.

After a few minutesof performing the same movements in repetition, she began to feel somewhat tired from the continual moving; she stopped and sat in the shade of a tree and gazed up at the sky. prcticing these movements is no diffcult thing, the problem is that I have no one to measure resistance or counter-attacks against.

An exasperated sigh escaped her involuntarily, sparring with other kids her age was annoying, they got upset too easily or just weren't on par with her taijutsu. She needed a really strong opponent, someone fast with taijutsu and yet able to use good counter-attack ninjutsu; long-range or short-range it didn't matter.

After her brief repose, she took up her training again in the center of the training field; there were wooden targets here. She hit one with a quick forceless strike, the opposite wooden arm spun around slowly and she piveted to block the 60 degree strike to her back. Simple mechanics, but when applying more force; the mechanics become more difficult. This time she striked a different target's arm with much more force, she turned to catch the wooden arm in the palm of her hand, but this target's momentum matched her stronger attack.


She misjudged the speed of the attack and was tappedon her rightupper-arm, she winced slightly and kicked another target in frustration. The targeted dummy countered with a low-swing at her legs, she quietly cursed herself for letting her frustration get the better of her. She tapped the for-most target infront f her to end it into a spin and pivoted her weight onto the momentum of the spinning dummy, bringing her feet off the ground and out of the way of the low-sweep. Now that she stood onto of the spinning dummy, hands first and feet into the air; she extended both of her legs into a split and kicked the next two closest dummies, sending them pivoting backwards.

As the two side dummies came lashing back forward, Anku leaned forward on her current target and brought her feet around its neck. Just as the two lunging dummies reached their normal elevation, Anku leaned all the way to the ground and brought her first wooden target between the two lunging targets and planted its wide-spread arms into both their chests. She then proceeded to flipped backwards and tug on the "head" of the dummy with her, which would throw any normal opponent over her and sprawling on their back.

She too was lying on her back, breatheless from the exertion of her physique. Her physical training needed a lot of work, cardio would be important as any other aspect in battle. She stood up slowly and dusted her backside off, the one thing she disliked about the training grounds was how dirsty her black kimono got.