Faint pitter pattering of raindrops littered about, the zephyrs above bustling about, causing the greenery and thickets to sway. Normally one was not able to invade upon the academy grounds while lacking the status of sensei, but it was quite difficult to ‘scout’ potential without leaping through some sort of hoop. The overcast, despite the trickling of rain, was particularly pleasant. No need to smudge her eye-wear, which could be found snuggling within her attire.
Daintily she moves about, arms casting outwards in a childish manner, a bouncing set of steps and she would be on her travels through the grounds. With each pressing upon the terra did the memories of her own adolescent seep from the furthest confines of her mind. Admittedly, with each passing pleasant there had been a counter point of a not so glamorous event tied together. “Now then, don’t tell me that everyone is afraid of a bit of rain?” she muses with a faint chuckle, digits gliding upwards to delicately fixate against pursed lips.
Thus far, as far as the medical kunoichi viewed, not a single soul dared to participate in training due to the weather. Hints of disappointment continue to develop within, “Is this really the extent of the crop this enrollment period?” she inquires aloud, her head titling ever so slightly. “Is class currently in session?” she continues to muse aloud, unsure if she were mistaken in her time management, “If so, surely one would disobey the order and float about somewhere…” a brief pause, her kaleidoscope gaze wandering over the visible training grounds.
Her strides become larger, truthfully as much one could with a height of one hundred and sixty-two centimeters, until she meets with her destination. Her frame leans forward to press against a training device, a kunai and shuriken dummy. “I miss utilizing these.” she comments before pressing off the oak after a brief moment, she distances herself in a singular motion. Her sole gloved hand outstretches, deadly steel would then streak outwards with pinpoint accuracy, resonating with a dull thud.
Bullseye.
Daintily she moves about, arms casting outwards in a childish manner, a bouncing set of steps and she would be on her travels through the grounds. With each pressing upon the terra did the memories of her own adolescent seep from the furthest confines of her mind. Admittedly, with each passing pleasant there had been a counter point of a not so glamorous event tied together. “Now then, don’t tell me that everyone is afraid of a bit of rain?” she muses with a faint chuckle, digits gliding upwards to delicately fixate against pursed lips.
Thus far, as far as the medical kunoichi viewed, not a single soul dared to participate in training due to the weather. Hints of disappointment continue to develop within, “Is this really the extent of the crop this enrollment period?” she inquires aloud, her head titling ever so slightly. “Is class currently in session?” she continues to muse aloud, unsure if she were mistaken in her time management, “If so, surely one would disobey the order and float about somewhere…” a brief pause, her kaleidoscope gaze wandering over the visible training grounds.
Her strides become larger, truthfully as much one could with a height of one hundred and sixty-two centimeters, until she meets with her destination. Her frame leans forward to press against a training device, a kunai and shuriken dummy. “I miss utilizing these.” she comments before pressing off the oak after a brief moment, she distances herself in a singular motion. Her sole gloved hand outstretches, deadly steel would then streak outwards with pinpoint accuracy, resonating with a dull thud.
Bullseye.
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