When she was told that she had to join the local Ninja Academy, the following week Juroyo waved good bye to the manga-shop owner unusually early one day. She had sworn to herself that if she had to do this, she would have to work harder to stay in shape. After all if she was going to be like her idols she would need to bulk up considerably. She was pretty strong now, not to brag mind you but she could definitely be stronger if she was going to be a Ninja.
So she headed to one of the drop offs in town where the rocks cracked in just such a way that a girl her size could climb down them to a lower level of outcroppings. They formed a path that snaked along this rock wall and went directly into a small area where trees and a small spring had been preserved in someone's back yard.
This was her secret training spot and she had come here several times in the past, but never to really get serious about the exercises she did. No there was a large tree she had hidden a tin of her candies and some of the more...risque mangas she owned. Most of which she obtained through less than legitimate sources, usually a swipe off the porch of someone who had gone in to get a drink. She liked those, they were way more violent and fed a sort of developing need for /gore/. They weren't her usual reading material but it was still pretty good.
Today though she had a basket which had her lunch, a special protein bomb Bento her mother had painstakingly made for her junior warrior as well as some drinks. Really she didn't know anything aside from what she had seen through the fences of the Ninja Academy. But none the less the green haired youngster got to work, doing some stretches to limber herself up. It was good weather today, so with a borrowed kunai she stuck a picture of a recent enemy of hers. Some poor, unfortunate little boy who had gotten in her way and used that as motivation.
She balls her fist and lays into the bark of that tree, making the lower branches waver just a little bit with the force of her blows. Her knuckles are already toughened from all her scrapes and falls. But she can only manage about twenty full force punches against it before she quickly swaps over to delivering some harsh kicks. Not particularly high ones, just from the hip, driving her sandle right into where she imagined the kid's stomach would be. The realNin-students did much higher kicks but she hadn't perfected those yet.
After about twenty of those though she had to take a break, mostly because her ankle was getting sore.
This lead to Juroyo perching on a flat rock with her bento, eating her mixed veggies (well everything aside from the carrots.) Then starting on the stewed beef switching between bites of that and steamed rice with umeboshi furikake sprinkled liberally over it. Couple that with some candied orange slices and a bottle of Ramune, which was surprising. Her mother almost NEVER let her have ramune! It was a good lunch and it gave her the strength she needed. Once she was done and had packed away her bento case she went back to hammering on that tree.
It gets a little boring just wailing on something over and over again, so that lead her to practice dancing around it. Jumping from side to side, trying to avoid imaginary blows from her 'foe'. It was at times like this when she could dart in and batter the ancient bark again she fancied herself like the rough-neck criminals that populated her mangas....
She could see it now! Fumeke Juroyo! Most wanted thug in the stone village, she'd have a long coat and maybe she'd cut her hair into a pompadour and-!! Her foot catches on a high reaching root and suddenly she's tumbling sideways and hits the ground pretty hard elbow first.
Oh that hurt! That hurt a lot! Dang it, she needed to watch where she was going!
How could she ever be a tough guy if she cried every time she hurt herself?! Drying her eyes with the back of her hand she dusts the dirt out of her scratches and decides to take a break. Grabbing her favorite issue of "Dastardly Yakuzas! True Stories from the Crime Syndicate!" Specifically number 32 where the main character "Kyoza" overcomes authoritative opposition with only a switch blade and a lot of gloating.
He was her favorite.
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So she headed to one of the drop offs in town where the rocks cracked in just such a way that a girl her size could climb down them to a lower level of outcroppings. They formed a path that snaked along this rock wall and went directly into a small area where trees and a small spring had been preserved in someone's back yard.
This was her secret training spot and she had come here several times in the past, but never to really get serious about the exercises she did. No there was a large tree she had hidden a tin of her candies and some of the more...risque mangas she owned. Most of which she obtained through less than legitimate sources, usually a swipe off the porch of someone who had gone in to get a drink. She liked those, they were way more violent and fed a sort of developing need for /gore/. They weren't her usual reading material but it was still pretty good.
Today though she had a basket which had her lunch, a special protein bomb Bento her mother had painstakingly made for her junior warrior as well as some drinks. Really she didn't know anything aside from what she had seen through the fences of the Ninja Academy. But none the less the green haired youngster got to work, doing some stretches to limber herself up. It was good weather today, so with a borrowed kunai she stuck a picture of a recent enemy of hers. Some poor, unfortunate little boy who had gotten in her way and used that as motivation.
She balls her fist and lays into the bark of that tree, making the lower branches waver just a little bit with the force of her blows. Her knuckles are already toughened from all her scrapes and falls. But she can only manage about twenty full force punches against it before she quickly swaps over to delivering some harsh kicks. Not particularly high ones, just from the hip, driving her sandle right into where she imagined the kid's stomach would be. The realNin-students did much higher kicks but she hadn't perfected those yet.
After about twenty of those though she had to take a break, mostly because her ankle was getting sore.
This lead to Juroyo perching on a flat rock with her bento, eating her mixed veggies (well everything aside from the carrots.) Then starting on the stewed beef switching between bites of that and steamed rice with umeboshi furikake sprinkled liberally over it. Couple that with some candied orange slices and a bottle of Ramune, which was surprising. Her mother almost NEVER let her have ramune! It was a good lunch and it gave her the strength she needed. Once she was done and had packed away her bento case she went back to hammering on that tree.
It gets a little boring just wailing on something over and over again, so that lead her to practice dancing around it. Jumping from side to side, trying to avoid imaginary blows from her 'foe'. It was at times like this when she could dart in and batter the ancient bark again she fancied herself like the rough-neck criminals that populated her mangas....
She could see it now! Fumeke Juroyo! Most wanted thug in the stone village, she'd have a long coat and maybe she'd cut her hair into a pompadour and-!! Her foot catches on a high reaching root and suddenly she's tumbling sideways and hits the ground pretty hard elbow first.
Oh that hurt! That hurt a lot! Dang it, she needed to watch where she was going!
How could she ever be a tough guy if she cried every time she hurt herself?! Drying her eyes with the back of her hand she dusts the dirt out of her scratches and decides to take a break. Grabbing her favorite issue of "Dastardly Yakuzas! True Stories from the Crime Syndicate!" Specifically number 32 where the main character "Kyoza" overcomes authoritative opposition with only a switch blade and a lot of gloating.
He was her favorite.
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[Word count: 780]