There had been many things in her life Mirō had experienced. Excelling in missions, surviving through exorcisms and fulfilling dark duties, it wasn’t unknown to her her strengths and weaknesses. A Jack of all trades, but a jack of all trades is still a master of none. One aspect of life she wanted to master… was the art of fighting. Sure mastering jutsu through training and practice would prove your worth but without proper training and fighting knowledge on how and when to use said jutsu, it was all just a waste of time. It wasn’t like she didn’t have any experience in fighting, but to turn coal into diamond it must be under constant pressure.
However, a friendly face had told Mirō that she was a formidable opponent when it came to fighting. Once a wandering tourist, but now after a day of entertainment and showing them around Kumogakure, Mirō would be damned if she didn’t call her a friend. Wanting to test her mettle Mirō nudged her into a friendly spar. A battle of experience that she herself would love to gain knowledge on.
Slowly clouds drifted in the grey skies, periodically blocking out the sun's rays to cast a big shadow over the massive coliseum. Sitting on the ledge of the ring, legs dangled freely towards the arena floor while nonchalantly juggling two shuriken in one of her hands. Focusing on her juggling, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about her spar. Even with battle experience one versus one situations where something Mirō had little experience with.
‘Heh…’ Coaxing herself out of her doubtful rut, her very own toolkit had an answer for everything and keeping herself safe out of harm's way. It would be a lot different than being hidden within the shadows. Looking over the open arena floor and into the seated area. ‘Everything is so… open.’ Growing more and more anxious she bursted. “I hate feeling this exposed!” Shouting aloud for the crickets to give her a round of applause. Catching those two shuriken in her gloved hand an annoyed sigh bellowed out from her. “No trees… nothing! Just me and the arena…” Folding her arms over her chest Mirō pouted and mumbled to herself as she awaited her sparring partner.
However, a friendly face had told Mirō that she was a formidable opponent when it came to fighting. Once a wandering tourist, but now after a day of entertainment and showing them around Kumogakure, Mirō would be damned if she didn’t call her a friend. Wanting to test her mettle Mirō nudged her into a friendly spar. A battle of experience that she herself would love to gain knowledge on.
Slowly clouds drifted in the grey skies, periodically blocking out the sun's rays to cast a big shadow over the massive coliseum. Sitting on the ledge of the ring, legs dangled freely towards the arena floor while nonchalantly juggling two shuriken in one of her hands. Focusing on her juggling, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about her spar. Even with battle experience one versus one situations where something Mirō had little experience with.
‘Heh…’ Coaxing herself out of her doubtful rut, her very own toolkit had an answer for everything and keeping herself safe out of harm's way. It would be a lot different than being hidden within the shadows. Looking over the open arena floor and into the seated area. ‘Everything is so… open.’ Growing more and more anxious she bursted. “I hate feeling this exposed!” Shouting aloud for the crickets to give her a round of applause. Catching those two shuriken in her gloved hand an annoyed sigh bellowed out from her. “No trees… nothing! Just me and the arena…” Folding her arms over her chest Mirō pouted and mumbled to herself as she awaited her sparring partner.