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[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 had spent a lot of the morning groaning. Training again. So last night had been her day off, and she had spent it mostly naked moping around the house with fast-foods and ready-made meals. Nothing was a greater pleasure than that. Dragging herself out of bed was the main challenge, and so every five seconds a hand would come out of the bed- only to recede as sleep was more important. Midori finally got up with the smells that promised food. Jolting out of the bed and quickly getting dressed, out she came. Getting her out of the house was the problem. "But I don't wanna go out!" Midori grumbled. She could feel her mother rolling her eyes even though her back was turned. "Melodramatic little girl." her mother droned calmly spoke from behind her. Midori turned around "Get the fuck out, genetics, bitch." And before she finished she narrowly dodged a spoon thrown by the woman. "LANGUAGE." which made Midori flinch. " 'AM OUT." Midori spoke, throwing up one of her hands in a filthy gesture. Her mother only scoffed in disgust. Midori on the other hand, had long gone as she slammed the door shut. Walking down some sandstone steps and into the street, she was thoroughly going out of her way to do stuff. Not her style. She spent the next half hour wandering the streets to avoid doing her daily work and criticizing the people around her, which was usual. Like the people drinking their tea in the stalls. How much time were they really wasting, huh? Either way she finally got to her training area. A full sandstone palace, basically. Multiple indents in the earth, with numerous amounts of crevices and... well, spires. It was a good place for a small battle. And so she got to it. What was it today, you might've thought? Well. Just training in her Hiden and chakra reserves. That was fine, and so she got to it. - - - 328 people notes notes

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[Ikeda Sasuke]

→ It tasted like sand. The wind that is. It was a familiar taste that the inhabitants of the village Kaze no Kuni had grown to live with, but for some odd reason Sasuke hadn't come to terms with it. Perhaps it was only because he lived 12 years in this village, 9 years if you only count conscious memory, and throughout those 12 years, it hadn't occurred to him that the taste of the village was something he should live with. It was like...it was him. Perhaps that seems confusing to those trying to peek into his psyche, but he and the sand that graced the air was one. Not something you lived with, but something that is undeniably apart of you, and this is why he became a shinobi - that and Kyomu.

Right now, he was going to the training fields with Kyomu. After several failed attempts to practice in Kugutsu no Jutsu due to random divine interventions, he now dedicated his entire day to training Kyomu, or else she might get mad and choke him in his sleep. He let out an awkward shiver. However, despite that, he was lucky to have her in his life. Having been born an orphan, picked on through most of his life, and lost a reason for existence, she saved him from a dark pit of no return he wishes to never go again. This also fortified his loyalty towards Sunagakure, as they were the only Village to utilize puppets in such a way.

He coughed slightly as he arrived at the gates of the training grounds. It wasn't the usually one he would train in, the great oasis training ground, and so, he assumed that it would be less likely for him to be interrupted in this sandstone palace-type grounds. It also allowed for various terrain training with its unique structure, and memory training he established himself, by remembering ever crevice of the castle within a day, re-drawing and going through it blindfolded while knowing every location - he enjoyed it.

Pushing Kyomu slightly upwards upon his back as to get a better grip upon it strap, he traveled towards the castle only to see a female doing something. Whatever, he could just ignore her. It's not like it'll happen again...right?


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[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] - - - If it was Iku who had a problem, it was keeping her jewish big nose out of everything and it provided a very welcome reason to not be training as she noticed the entrance of someone else. It wasn't really that unusual to see a a puppet user in Sunagakure no Sato. It was an area that paid homage to pupperteers. It was, however the puppet that interested the girl. It was so... well, just like a basic puppet and knowing his age, he was probably a beginner. The plants in her were paying no attention to it and sapping at her chakra, just like forever and always. She hadn't begun to use them properly- but having found out how useful they actually were, like fetching food from a couple of feet away. Sure, it seemed very... trivial to use it for such basic things, but it was still forcing her to train her plants in order to make them better. The girl tried her best to ignore him, and was currently bringing the plants out of her body- forever making people recognize her as the Genin of the Naga clan, forehead protecter and all. One of the youngest Genin in the history of Sunagakure and that was fine too. Now was the first thing she would be trying. Two slender vines came out of each of her hands. At the moment she had a passive distance of five meters- it was big enough, though. It was probably the most basic yet the most effective battle plant she could have. Though, the genetic engineering part was the most amazing, where she could sit there- close her and in her minds eye begin to mould the genetics of one plant with another to create something else. Actually physically creating the plant however, was something very different indeed. She trained with her plants for a bit, since they only used a tiny bit of chakra every now and again which Midori could manage. She took a look around to see where the boy was. And since she couldn't find him from her basic sight, she dropped from her position on one of the higher ledged areas and began to look around. "Hey, puppet boy. Where you at?!"

[/color] Midori shouted out, quite careless with the whole 'leaving other people to train' stuff. What a stupid idea that was too..

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[Ikeda Sasuke]

→ After reaching his destination, he removed Kyomu from her blanket and placed her upon the sand gently pressing against it - he was delicate. Kyomu was too important, too precious, and too much of a friend to treat her like any other puppet. "Let's go!

[/i][/color]" He called out, clapping his hands together, bringing them apart, and then flicking them towards Kyomu's form, "stand![/i][/color]" Kyomu stood upon its two feet like a normal human, his control over her movements was flawless, as he could control the entirety of her body utilizing all of his fingers, and this was why he loved her.

Let's practice some advanced movements. He thought to himself as he begun to have Kyomu move like an acrobatic with full front-flips, followed by a somersault, and then a landing perfectly like those of modern day gymnasts. Her weight and speed was amazing, he could control her perfectly, as long as he maintained her speed to his own reflexes of course, albeit, for things that are singular - like running - he could go full speed with her. She was so majestic, but in truth, besides complex movement, Kyomu had a stupidly powerful effect that emphasizes her blank appearance, and it was how he declared and ended most battles. However, her basics abilities and training stopped at this, and he couldn't afford nor want to destroy her uniqueness that is nothing. His fingers moved erratically, and Kyomu performed various punches at different heights, kicks the same, and combos that established those two in perfect unison. He loved his puppet style, a style that utilizes a puppet in taijutsu, albeit, puppets nowadays usually possess weapons that enabled mid-range combat, Kyomu had nothing but close-range. Absolutely her own.

His eyes perked when he heard a voice call out puppet boy, and asking for his locations, if it was him that is. He couldn't help but think it was that girl who he'd saw during the entrance, he did have a feminine voice, but it was highly shadowed by a level of masculinity, hehe, insult? Perhaps. Honestly, he didn't want to respond to something such as puppet boy, however, if she wanted him, there was no need in having her search for him endlessly and then bringing forth further conflict as she acknowledge his attempt to ignore her existence, so he was already walking towards the sound origins. He snapped the connection between him and Kyomu right after he called her back and placed her upon his back - much like a child getting a ride from their father.

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