by A month has passed since she had met Takeshi. One of the first things she recalled him mentioning during their meeting was training, something she wasn't particularly shy of but unconsciously avoided it. And the reason was simple: training was painful. She could handle labor and practice, which is generally what she did to build her strength. But her weaknesses became apparent as time elapsed. She was soft compared to other ninja in her class, and gassed out easy. Naomi needed to break out of her comfort zone and confront her flaws. Fortunately she developed a strong enough bond with Takeshi over the past few weeks by helping him run deliveries with his family. More often than not they spent most of the day together except when one or the other had errands to run or the occasional mission.
With summer here the air was warm with the shade offering little protection from the Land of Fire's prime season. Naomi enjoyed it, unlike other laborers who loathed the hot sun beating on their backs. The feeling of being out of breath and dripping sweat was just one of the many nostalgic comforts she thrived on during her day to day business. The smell of freshly cut grass and whatever local fragrances were evaporated and carried by the breeze filled her senses. She was prepared to make the most of her time.
She dressed in her usual garb, however armed with a dark brown braided bullwhip on her left with Silverwind, her custom blade, fitted with a blue lacquered scabbard to her right waist. The guard is the blade is made of the same steel used to forge the blade, painted black for effect. The handle is wrapped securely with blue cloth bindings and has a short, green tassel coming out the pommel which dangles freely, only to be influenced by movement. Her bow was pointless in this scenario, so she left it at home. She told Takeshi to meet her at training ground eleven, a small low-risk training field used for light spars. Whether he beat her there or was running late would soon be discovered as she passed the gate and follow the dirt trail for a few minutes until she was met with a small open field, roughly eighty meters in diameter before its border which was made of a simple chain link fence.
With summer here the air was warm with the shade offering little protection from the Land of Fire's prime season. Naomi enjoyed it, unlike other laborers who loathed the hot sun beating on their backs. The feeling of being out of breath and dripping sweat was just one of the many nostalgic comforts she thrived on during her day to day business. The smell of freshly cut grass and whatever local fragrances were evaporated and carried by the breeze filled her senses. She was prepared to make the most of her time.
She dressed in her usual garb, however armed with a dark brown braided bullwhip on her left with Silverwind, her custom blade, fitted with a blue lacquered scabbard to her right waist. The guard is the blade is made of the same steel used to forge the blade, painted black for effect. The handle is wrapped securely with blue cloth bindings and has a short, green tassel coming out the pommel which dangles freely, only to be influenced by movement. Her bow was pointless in this scenario, so she left it at home. She told Takeshi to meet her at training ground eleven, a small low-risk training field used for light spars. Whether he beat her there or was running late would soon be discovered as she passed the gate and follow the dirt trail for a few minutes until she was met with a small open field, roughly eighty meters in diameter before its border which was made of a simple chain link fence.
