000: BEGIN [Training]

[Naga Midori]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] a heart of gold won't take you all the way 62187D [TEXT] 3200FA [NPC] - - - Midori's training had been largely unimportant for most of the morning.The unpleasant young Genin had been awake for no more than half an hour, and her grumpiness was off the charts. Her facial features contorted into a scowling mess, her scruffy hair pulled up into two blonde ponytails, and her hand on her cheek- pressing up against her eye almost. Her lips were pursed together tightly. "Mom, I'm hungry!" the heat was almost enough to make her go out naked instead, which would've been a longingly more pleasant choice. This was one of the more scorching hotter days in Kaze no Kuni's repoirtaire. Her mother, on the other hand was completely used to the weather, unaffected by the heat and most importantly, impervious to Midori's whining. "Food doesn't cook in seconds, you know." her mother calmly informed her, whizzing away doing something in the kitchen, and under her breath Midori grumbled out some words. "It'd be faster if you had Katon jutsu... If you were a ninja..." as quietly as she possibly could, looking out to the side. But with no avail. "I heard that. Stop being snappy or I'll feed your food to the homeless." which did shut Midori up, but only after she had finished a temper tantrum about life not being fair. Her mother had long since turned off the listen button in her mind, leading Midori to ignoring her very existence whilst she ate, grumbling away as she ate- giving a small thanks and grabbing her jacket before leaving the house. Hands in pockets, scowling face on and walking down the street with all Shinobi equipment on her. What was she supposed to do today? She had been assigned to the Nibuntai team, which was cool! If it had any other Genin on it, which it did not. It was just her, and a Jōnin sensei. That was cool too! Except they hadn't met yet. She hadn't been summoned, but she had been crowned a Genin, asked to wait for her instructor which by the way, never actually fuckin' turned up, leaving Midori at seven years of age, cursing like a sailor as she walked home to sulk. The next couple of days were in anticipation of a letter; to receive nothing which only served to anger Midori and ultimately, her mother. That ended up with even Midori, a ninja getting a hot cheek as she got slapped. She still wasn't quite fast enough to evade being hit. The had paved sandstone of the village provided her a nice grafting surface to scuff her feet along the floor as she walked, already in a bad mood from today. One part her morning, two parts her age. It didn't take long to reach the training ground she sought; a sandy training ground that boasted sand, sand, and more sand. The sand, was in fact, scorching! So much so that even in Midori's shinobi sandals, the grains of sand irritated her. But this was still the place. Other than the sand were metal railings that signified the end of the line, in a large square like park shaped area. This was... well, plain. But it was one of the many basic training areas that were few and far between. Many existed, meaning that Midori could train in peace. What was it she was going to be doing? Speed. Raw, unadulterated speed. For a couple of reasons, one of which was so she couldn't get another hot face from her mother, which hurt like hell and Midori didn't really want to do any of this. Her seeds were annoying her, draining the slightest amount of chakra from her every now and again. What was the annoying thing about that? She didn't have much fucking chakra to begin with. She had just begun to learn how to control her plants, but goddamn- it was hard. It would be cool, though- learning how to use vines. All the time she was abrasive in her own thoughts, she was stretching. Her top was too small, and so the lower half of her belly was on show as she swung her body to the left, and then to the right- swinging her hips in a circle, and beginning to stretch her legs. She didn't really want to dig her feet into the sand, it was way too damn hot to do such a thing. Taking a sip from her numerous water bottles, she draped her shinobi equipment on the fence, and water in the containing holsters and pockets. Finally, with a grudging feeling she began. It all began with the jogging around the square. Thankfully, due to her being a citizen of such a hot country she had acclimated to the sun and heat, and so it didn't bother her as much. Neither did the sweat, but damn it smelled nasty. Not even a minute after she began, she felt a bead of sweat drop down her forehead. She wasn't really even that fit. It was just the sheer amount of headstrong capability she had in her. It was about the third lap around when she began to notice the change of pattern in her breathing. It began to go a little more... feral. Moreso focusing on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. But allowing the air to travel down into her diaphragm and lungs was another story. It certainly didn't feel like she was working her lungs properly. On the fifth lap, a light sheen of sweat was now on her forehead, she dropped to a walking pace as she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, before continuing her jogging. Her breathing as she continued grew heavier. I fucking hate running, to dear god I hate it so much. she thought, much rather not to speak as it would fuck up her breathing pattern. Her legs weren't feeling heavy yet. But she was sure that was going to be coming soon. The excessive heat forced her to do a one-eighty turn towards her water bottle, and began jogging to it. I wish I didn't need to drink so often. she thought, as she got to it she thought about stopping. Naaaaahhh... she thought, jogging past it and yanking the bottle out of the holster where the tip was poking out, making the fence rattle as she did so. She continued on, bottle in left hand- flicking it over to her right and leaning her head bag as she squeezed her bottle, bringing the beautiful lukewarm liquid to her mouth. Well, it was either lukewarm or get the fuck out, because ice cold water here was something you had to pay for. Sure, not much- but it surely wasn't easy keeping water ice-cold throughout the day! Not in Sunagakure! The water helped rejuvenate her a little bit as she swirled it around her mouth and gulped down. Dropping it back in her holster the way back around, she decided to take it up a pace and which at this point she had forgone the breathing pattern she had so professionally set up before and was now at the stage of panting; like a dog. As if that would help. The sluggish movements from her arms swinging from left to right didn't seem lifelike as her legs were moving faster, moreso looking like an animated ragdoll. If someone were to see that, they would've laughed. She could feel the strain of this on her ankles and calfs now, they were beginning to burn up and get heavy- running in the sand was not easy. It was more exercise to be done, pushing the sand and moving at a constant pace was pretty tiring, with the sand constantly shifting between her so she had to alternate between balance, pace and power. Fuck sake this damn bitch cunt... off Midori was, thought-swearing like a sailor. Not that she would ever catch herself saying that in front of her mother. In front of other people though, all was fair game. At this pace, She was able to be faster than a Kunai she threw herself... but that would be exertion, right? She didn't like the whole idea of putting a hundred and ten percent into it. Not straight away, anywho. Midori got to her bag once again. I've only been around twenty times... realizing how unfit she was only made her bring about another fit of swearwords. Now she was moving at full speed, her lungs were beginning to take in the excess stuff- like the kicked up sand she was bringing, a by-product of her habit of scuffing her feet as she walked. She cursed herself for doing it, spitting out the sand with what little saliva she had in her mouth. The sweat coming from her body was now beginning to soak into her shirt, added in with the extra yellowness of the sand, was a very appetising, rough and sandpaper like texture that didn't appeal to her very much. It was... rural looking. She could only continue at her speed for a little while longer before she had to stop, not even a quarter of the way around her thirtieth lap, before turning. "I need a fucking..." taking a breath, bringing her hands over her knees as she hunched over. "...drink.."

[/b] she spent the next few moments like that. Even the air was thick, the moisture was sparse which dried her throat and made her feel sick. The water in her body had been excreted out onto her clothes, the plants embedded into her body were sipping at her chakra, she couldn't breath so well, and the remaining water was in her stomach, a big ball of heat that was trying to bring about acid reflux.

"Fuck my life."

She began walking to her water-bottle, one hand to her head to wipe away the sweat... onto her jogging bottoms. Red and white; her favorite. She noticed that her hair had become more feral, so she took a moment as she walked to pull it back into a ponytail shape. Finally, reaching her bag after what seemed like an eternity she reached her bag, and finished the contents of her bottle. "All done. Let's go home." she picked up her stuff and began to leave, but before she could leave the training area, she felt herself slowing down. A frown came to her face as she turned around.

Midori groaned "Fuck you, fucking brain making me guilt-trip you little shit, I hope whatever monstrous entity lurks in my brains, I hope you understand that I'm gonna knock you the fuck out! Nark is gonna knock you out!" she was walking back to her spot where she was before, dropped her stuff on the fence again and began off. Ignoring the jogging part she began running once more. only this time it was a lot more painful. She hadn't even done a lap when her breathing returned to it's previous state, the sweating was now on ten-fold and now her lungs were feeling tight, like a metal water balloon.

Her face had long since took a red shine, so much so that she took off her jacket, revealing a sweat-stained shirt. She dropped the jacket a little bit closer to her stuff, but she didn't care nearly enough to drop it exactly where her stuff was. With zero fucks given, (A lie) she continued her running contently (also a lie) a couple of laps later, she finally felt she was done. She was now hunched over again. She didn't even have the energy to swear. Placing her hand on a rail, she didn't quite notice for the first two seconds that under the scorching sun, the metal railing was fucking hot. Making Midori squeal as she took her hand off like it had just been infected by boy cooties, followed by a loud cacophony of swears.

But it gave her an idea. Midori looked down at the sand, almost comically as her face contorted into a look that was not even impressed with the idea she had just come up with. In fact, it was fucking stupid, but it made so much sense. She whimpered as she took off her sandles, standing on each one of them as she did so. With her feet on top of the sandles, she dared not step into the sand. Just two laps, full out sprinting. It won't hurt much, right? Yeah, right?

She didn't believe herself, and so it took a few moments for her to finally go 'Well, fuck it.' and despite her lack of energy, her heavy breathing and intense sweating, she fucking legged it across the sand. Even though briefly touching for a second, holy fuck it burned. She knew she was making progress because she had never moved so fast. After finishing the two due laps, she hurriedly hopped into her sandals, and kept on jumping from foot to foot as if that would somehow magically refute the heat of the sand from her feet. This continued for a little while, until her feet became a bearable temperature for her to grumble and pick up her things- but slowly.

She was still breathing heavily when she left the training ground, moving slowly, scowl on her face as she moved. Walking through the village, she noticed people looking at her; something that made her scowl. So what if she was training? At least she trained hard. She had something to brag about, but at least she didn't give in. That was the main thing. One place she would've stopped at was 'the well' where they sold ice cold water. It would've been nice if she had took into account what she had decided to do, otherwise she may had actually gone to a training area that was closer. Not on the other side of the village.

Now that was a process that Midori was going to be redoing for the next five days. For the first day, many of the notable things include swearing, a lot of swearing, a little bit more swearing, kicking a dog up the ass as it annoyed her and running away from a vexed owner, as well as giving cheekily-snide comments to her mother. She rounded off her night by going nude for the evening, only coming out to find out she had her civvie friends around. Giving zero fucks, and little regard to her personal appearance (being her age only gave her further indication about her self esteem. Coupled with her personality, it was a force to be reckoned with) and slapped her own ass as she retreated to her room with a crude slow walk.

Day two brought a promise of rain, which was incredibly rare, it wasn't hot, a perfect temperature for Midori as she ran; an actual cloud went in front of the sun for a little while, providing the best kind of relief that could be given to Sunagakure no Sato. And it had such a powerful effect on her, that even her swearing had ceased for the time the sun was gone.

Days three, four and five went uneventful- but as you could imagine, Midori's personality got her into some sort of trouble. But they were busy and Midori was plagued with the swearwords of life, and had even come up with a few new ones (which hadn't been used on anybody as of yet.) but either way, she was feeling fitter, faster and stronger. Though, little did she realize that she wouldn't be getting any better if she thought this was the only training she would have to do.

There would be so much more work to be done. So much harder, and a lot more help needed to develop her skills. This time? It was just raising her basic fitness. She still has a long way to go to become a reckoned Shinobi.

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Skill Attempting to Raise: Shunshin D ► C

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[Me]

Despite the nonesense filler, which i enjoyed, the training session went on a good foot. My first thoughts to myself when half way through was, "Is this going to take the entire day, and expect to raise a rank-up?" Then i got the end, when i was ready to revoke the hell out of this training session, you mentioned a repetition of sorts, of course, this probably wouldn't help if you were trying to raise up from something other than D-Rank to C-Rank, but it helped you in the long run, barely allowing you to have a complete training session.

Status: Success.