1 Illusory [Private | Hika] Wed Nov 07, 2018 6:15 pm
Ting
D-rank
The waves of the vast ocean would lap at old, barnacle covered wooden supports which kept the docks from being swept away into expanse. It was late in the day, and the sun had almost completed its descent into the nothing as Ting found herself walking briskly through the cool evening air. There were times that the young woman could not explain why she procrastinated her training until this point in the day, but at least she was keeping to her word and completing the “daily” aspect of that regimen. As she followed out her path to the end, passing up some rowdy fishermen and dock workers who were heading home for the evening, her foot would finally touch down upon sand. Konoha was not well-known for its beach of course, that was the island across the way, Kirigakure. A beach was a beach, however, and it would be just fine for her desired change of scenery. The somewhat unsettling fog that had begun to roll in across the water was perhaps not what she wanted to see, though.
“Of fucking course.” the frustrated girl would mumble aloud as she noticed the upsetting weather phenomenon. Just over on the docks a late vessel would release its travelers onto the Konoha docks, most likely coming in from Kirigakure. Ting would hope not to be watched too closely as she took a meditative stance and began to stretch in the sand. She kicked off her sandals, preferring to be barefoot in the sand as it felt nice to her. Leaning down to touch her toes was easy, she was in phenomenal shape afterall. It was likely when she began to somersault and cartwheel in an agile manner, carefully landing on her feet before tossing some senbon into some pieces of driftwood she had earlier lifted up as targets. It was a rather athletic display, but nothing one wouldn’t expect of a genin. Ting, being overcritical as she was would memorize the flaws of the maneuver and pluck her senbon from each piece of wood. Once more she would repeat the maneuver, placing more of a push during her cartwheel to give her some airtime to throw the needles.
The scene would end in frustration as Ting was distracted by a figure in the distance, standing upon the water some way out in the ocean. She quickly forgot about her distraction as she slid face first across the beach, sand filling her mouth slightly and the fine grains brushing across her face to create tiny painful cuts.
“You will NEVER know the discomfort and suffering I’ve know, Ting.” Yuna would think to herself as she watched her former friend attempting to make something of herself. It was like trash trying to climb out of the landfill and accomplish great things. The missing-nin wanted to be seen at least in part. She never truly hid herself exceptionally well. This was part of the game. It was part of the build up toward something great. Something final. Another presence had arrived, and with it a grin upon the observing Yuna’s face.
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“Of fucking course.” the frustrated girl would mumble aloud as she noticed the upsetting weather phenomenon. Just over on the docks a late vessel would release its travelers onto the Konoha docks, most likely coming in from Kirigakure. Ting would hope not to be watched too closely as she took a meditative stance and began to stretch in the sand. She kicked off her sandals, preferring to be barefoot in the sand as it felt nice to her. Leaning down to touch her toes was easy, she was in phenomenal shape afterall. It was likely when she began to somersault and cartwheel in an agile manner, carefully landing on her feet before tossing some senbon into some pieces of driftwood she had earlier lifted up as targets. It was a rather athletic display, but nothing one wouldn’t expect of a genin. Ting, being overcritical as she was would memorize the flaws of the maneuver and pluck her senbon from each piece of wood. Once more she would repeat the maneuver, placing more of a push during her cartwheel to give her some airtime to throw the needles.
The scene would end in frustration as Ting was distracted by a figure in the distance, standing upon the water some way out in the ocean. She quickly forgot about her distraction as she slid face first across the beach, sand filling her mouth slightly and the fine grains brushing across her face to create tiny painful cuts.
“You will NEVER know the discomfort and suffering I’ve know, Ting.” Yuna would think to herself as she watched her former friend attempting to make something of herself. It was like trash trying to climb out of the landfill and accomplish great things. The missing-nin wanted to be seen at least in part. She never truly hid herself exceptionally well. This was part of the game. It was part of the build up toward something great. Something final. Another presence had arrived, and with it a grin upon the observing Yuna’s face.
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