In a patch, a good stroll out in to the forest you could find both small hills and small valleys in one of the deeper ones, Yukiko had her spot.. this were where she relaxed and where she vented steam.. the patch seemed always to lie several degrees colder than the surrounding area, something that you did not really notice in the Winter, as it was Cold everywhere, but here in late spring - early summer, it was quite evident. as there were ice flakes on the small pond in at the bottom and in the late summer the waterfall on one of the cliff sides pounding into this small pond, usually froze as some of the first in all the forest. Yukiko probably had quite a deal of the blame in this.. as being a santaru, the weather was easily affected by her state of mind, and if she did not have this Little sacred spot of hers, where she could let Loose, people would get hurt, her body was like a dynamo, charging up continuously, and depending on her mood, it would reach a charge able to hurt the people around her.. therefore she went here. her Little spot.. and willed the power inside her to stream out of her. For Yukiko herself, Lightning was the easiest to discharge, this was not without its problems,, as lightning thundered when it was let Loose, and being a santaru, it would create storms above her. instead she used her energy to manipulate the weather directly around her... making this Little valley almost always covered in a dense layer of fog, effectively blocking out the heat of the sun. Yukiko did not mind, as the Cold did not affect her that much.. she had always had to make do with whatever clothing she could get before she came here.. and that was not always the warm kind of clothes... because of that, she had developed a linking for the coolness of the air and in that aspect an affinity for the Cold air.. ^
today had been a very demanding day.. she was training to become better at socialising, and better at handling people, not just the people close to her, put Merchants wanting to sell her stuff she did not need, ruffians, that did not know her as a shinobi, part of her training was to disguise herself, and live as a "diplomat" a "Merchant" or just a "street peddler".. learning what is meant as people would see her differently, a shinobi would be a dangerous foe one was not one, and that ofcourse would make changes as how people acted around you.. hence Yukiko had disguised herself to learn how to behave and blend in effectively..
today though, she had run into a bunch of ruffians, out for nothing but trouble. more than once Yukiko had the urge to let her disguise drop and teach them how to behave., but she managed and somehow with an incredible strain of her will an patience to talk herself out of the trouble. and now finally it was time for her to let Loose
after concentrating on creating the slow fall of snow from the bottom layer of the fog, she said to her self.
"This just ain't gonna cut it"
she collected her thoughts and felt the buzzing on her skin rise, as a thunderstorm was Brewing, this one would be seen high on the sky, it was not uncommon for a thunderstorm to manifest in the outskirts of the forest, where the valleys and hills turned to Mountains. this one however would keep manifesting altho the high mountain Wind would do all in its power to disrupt is, it only further charged and expanded it. rolling Down the Mountains and throwards the city. as she felt her energy slowly recedes, she decided to perfect some of her fighting skills.
Yukiko had a special way of fighting, to the naked eye, it would look like a dance, with her long hair whirling around her like a whip, crackling with a heavy sound, because of the seal at the end. the rain seemed not to touch her, it swirled around her movements, following her and creating torrents with the crackle of her hair.
around her she had training Dolls set up to receive her punishment.
above the dense fog, one would hear the thunder roar, but if they listened well, in between they would hear the sound of metal against metal, fighting sounds, and a heavy whiplash once in a while.. and if they really strained to see through the fog, then once in a while a small outburst of light would be visible, as Yukiko mixed in her different jutsu.
[MFT 250+]
today had been a very demanding day.. she was training to become better at socialising, and better at handling people, not just the people close to her, put Merchants wanting to sell her stuff she did not need, ruffians, that did not know her as a shinobi, part of her training was to disguise herself, and live as a "diplomat" a "Merchant" or just a "street peddler".. learning what is meant as people would see her differently, a shinobi would be a dangerous foe one was not one, and that ofcourse would make changes as how people acted around you.. hence Yukiko had disguised herself to learn how to behave and blend in effectively..
today though, she had run into a bunch of ruffians, out for nothing but trouble. more than once Yukiko had the urge to let her disguise drop and teach them how to behave., but she managed and somehow with an incredible strain of her will an patience to talk herself out of the trouble. and now finally it was time for her to let Loose
after concentrating on creating the slow fall of snow from the bottom layer of the fog, she said to her self.
"This just ain't gonna cut it"
she collected her thoughts and felt the buzzing on her skin rise, as a thunderstorm was Brewing, this one would be seen high on the sky, it was not uncommon for a thunderstorm to manifest in the outskirts of the forest, where the valleys and hills turned to Mountains. this one however would keep manifesting altho the high mountain Wind would do all in its power to disrupt is, it only further charged and expanded it. rolling Down the Mountains and throwards the city. as she felt her energy slowly recedes, she decided to perfect some of her fighting skills.
Yukiko had a special way of fighting, to the naked eye, it would look like a dance, with her long hair whirling around her like a whip, crackling with a heavy sound, because of the seal at the end. the rain seemed not to touch her, it swirled around her movements, following her and creating torrents with the crackle of her hair.
around her she had training Dolls set up to receive her punishment.
above the dense fog, one would hear the thunder roar, but if they listened well, in between they would hear the sound of metal against metal, fighting sounds, and a heavy whiplash once in a while.. and if they really strained to see through the fog, then once in a while a small outburst of light would be visible, as Yukiko mixed in her different jutsu.
[MFT 250+]