1 Good Intentions (Training | N'Jobu) Sun Aug 19, 2018 11:49 pm
Kaida
D-rank
Saturday morning, nine o'clock in the morning. The eternal summertime of the Village Hidden in the Leaves and its surrounding environs had started early today. The blazing Sun beat down on the village from a sky devoid of clouds, and the air was suffocatingly still.
Humming a sweet tune to herself, Kaida danced proudly in her tiny apartment, looking down at the little wonders she had wrought. This was the first skill she had taught herself since coming to Konohagakure, and she liked to think it was coming along passably. Her creations tasted good, were crispy along the edges but soft in the center, and a pleasant pale golden color. She packed them into a set of small boxes along with her lunch and dinner and wrapped everything up to travel with her. She packed a backpack full of tools, complete with ropes and wooden dowels for some kind of construction, as well as several metal dowels each with an eye on one end.
Kaida arrived at the Administration Building and walked inside, looking around as though she were a tourist there for the first time. Spotting a message board by the mission docents' counter, she jogged over to it and set down her load for the first time since she'd left her apartment. She retrieved a letter from her pack, unfolded it, and pinned it up to the board. It read:
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She reached the training grounds within minutes of leaving the Administration Building. Several more ninja were here: primarily genin and chunin, honing their skills with each other. Kaida hoped to be a part of one of these cells soon. They seemed to get along so well. She wondered what her possible teammates might be like, and if this ad were a good way to meet someone who might be interested in forming that kind of professional relationship with her.
Finding a set of trees with the right dimensions and arrangements for her plan, Kaida put herself to work on setting up her daily training. She fed a rope through the eye of each metal dowel in her backpack, arranged a rigging and pulley system for each rope, and hung the dowels up from the trees in positions that would swing down to strike a target along a set path.
Today was katon. The goal was to push heated chakra through her body and let it out in vents from her hands and arms to move the dowels and reposition her body as they swung toward her. If she was right, she could make jets that would not only help her move more quickly but also help her to avoid strikes and set herself for stronger attacks.
She pulled on the tagged rope by her starting point and turned around. A metal dowel dropped from a nearby tree, quickly followed by one, then two, then three others. Each swinging dowel came for her in a cascade, and she remembered back to how the wolves had moved when she was training in the cave, not three days past. Fluid motions and muscles surging with power. As the first one came near, she strode past it, and waved her hands in circles in front of her, letting out jets of barely-controlled flame. Her first attempt could have gone better. In the end, she hadn't managed to divert one dowel. She would have to work on her control before she could even attempt this exercise.
There was no place in her heart for self-pity, however. Just a calculation of her expected outcome and her actual outcome, and a grading on how she had performed the movements. Marking herself fairly, she had to say that this was not a passing grade.
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Humming a sweet tune to herself, Kaida danced proudly in her tiny apartment, looking down at the little wonders she had wrought. This was the first skill she had taught herself since coming to Konohagakure, and she liked to think it was coming along passably. Her creations tasted good, were crispy along the edges but soft in the center, and a pleasant pale golden color. She packed them into a set of small boxes along with her lunch and dinner and wrapped everything up to travel with her. She packed a backpack full of tools, complete with ropes and wooden dowels for some kind of construction, as well as several metal dowels each with an eye on one end.
Kaida arrived at the Administration Building and walked inside, looking around as though she were a tourist there for the first time. Spotting a message board by the mission docents' counter, she jogged over to it and set down her load for the first time since she'd left her apartment. She retrieved a letter from her pack, unfolded it, and pinned it up to the board. It read:
To any interested nin,
My name is Horikita Kaida. I am a young genin of Konohagakure. I am in need of fire release training with a partner or sensei. Please see me at the Konohagakure Training Grounds if you are interested. I look forward to meeting you. Thank you for your time.
* * *
She reached the training grounds within minutes of leaving the Administration Building. Several more ninja were here: primarily genin and chunin, honing their skills with each other. Kaida hoped to be a part of one of these cells soon. They seemed to get along so well. She wondered what her possible teammates might be like, and if this ad were a good way to meet someone who might be interested in forming that kind of professional relationship with her.
Finding a set of trees with the right dimensions and arrangements for her plan, Kaida put herself to work on setting up her daily training. She fed a rope through the eye of each metal dowel in her backpack, arranged a rigging and pulley system for each rope, and hung the dowels up from the trees in positions that would swing down to strike a target along a set path.
Today was katon. The goal was to push heated chakra through her body and let it out in vents from her hands and arms to move the dowels and reposition her body as they swung toward her. If she was right, she could make jets that would not only help her move more quickly but also help her to avoid strikes and set herself for stronger attacks.
She pulled on the tagged rope by her starting point and turned around. A metal dowel dropped from a nearby tree, quickly followed by one, then two, then three others. Each swinging dowel came for her in a cascade, and she remembered back to how the wolves had moved when she was training in the cave, not three days past. Fluid motions and muscles surging with power. As the first one came near, she strode past it, and waved her hands in circles in front of her, letting out jets of barely-controlled flame. Her first attempt could have gone better. In the end, she hadn't managed to divert one dowel. She would have to work on her control before she could even attempt this exercise.
There was no place in her heart for self-pity, however. Just a calculation of her expected outcome and her actual outcome, and a grading on how she had performed the movements. Marking herself fairly, she had to say that this was not a passing grade.
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