Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-30362709-20170415025423

Due to Hotaru's obsession with reading scrolls lately, (it's not like she goes out much) she found yet another technique she'd like to learn. She woke up about 10:00 am in the morning, for once she had slept in. Hotaru sat up in her bed, "I'll just use the training dummies....This one shouldn't damage it too much.." she told herself as she yawned. She slowly got up and trudged to her bathroom so she could do her morning routine. Hotaru soon would out of her bathroom feeling fresh and ready for the day as she got dressed in her shinobi uniform. She figured she'd need a new outfit soon, this one was getting worn out. "That'll be my birthday present..." she said, grinning to herself. Hotaru had money, her father wouldn't want her to be poor.

Hotaru walked to her kitchen, she got out some cereal and milk for breakfast. Lately she's been skipping it since she didn't see the point, but today, well, why the hell not? Once Hotaru ate her meal, she walked across room into her living room, searching around for her scroll among her scattered floor. "I need to clean the house after I get back...this is unacceptable.." Hotaru frowned, how could she be so careless? The floor was filthy. She cleaned up some of it, grabbing the scroll that contained Palm Bottom before she walked towards her front door. Hotaru slipped on her long black sandals before heading out her front door and locking it.

It was around 12:00 by the time she left her house, the village was bustling as always at this hour. Hotaru covered her mouth as she let out a yawn, she wasn't fully awake, but she would be soon. She stretched out her arms as she walked towards the direction of one of the training fields. It didn't take her long to get there, only about 20 minutes. Hotaru looked around it, the field was empty at the moment which pleased her. She sort of wanted to be alone at the moment. It was something she grew accustomed to, granted she was trying to break out of that habit. Being a lone wolf was great and all, but you do get lonely eventually.

Hotaru walked over to the row of training dummies, checking out each one to find out how durable they were. When she found a secure dummy, she pulled her scroll out of her back pocket and read it over once more. "Easy enough." she said, rolling it up and slipping it back into her pocket.

She then got into her gentle fist stance, standing a few inches away from the durable training dummy she had found. She didn't see any point in using chakra against a dummy, so she left it out as she drew her right arm back, having her palm up for a strike. Hotaru lunged her palm strike forward into the middle of the dummy's chest, leaving a small crack from the pressure she used.

Hotaru shook her head, it wasn't nearly fast enough. She shook out her hand as she got into her previous stance, rearing her right arm back again. "Think of it like lightning...quick and flashy..." she told herself. She would then thrust her arm forward quickly, hitting the dummy in the same spot; since she used less strength, there wasn't another crack.

Hotaru nodded in satisfaction, but she wasn't done yet. Now she had to combine strength and speed, it had to be good enough for her. Hotaru desparately wanted to get stronger.

She took a deep breath and began her hard work of perfecting Palm Bottom, each strike got better and better, the dummy suffered more and more cracks. Hotaru was still holding back none the less, she was afraid to break it. Sure, it was used to this specific thing; but if she broke it then she'd be depriving someone of a dummy. Yes, the village would replace it, but she'd still feel bad about it.

As sunshine turned to a sunset, the dummy had a large crack and Hotaru's palms her blistered. She panted slightly as she shook out her tired hands, slowly making fists just incase they hurt; they didn't, just blistered. Hotaru hummed in satisfaction, she was done for the day, and even happier she perfected the technique. She decided it was time to go home, so she did.

Enjoying the quietness as she walked home, she was determined to get more techniques down. Hotaru wanted to learn as many as she could.

Once she got home, she made herself dinner and cleaned up her living room before wrapping her hands in bandages. They needed to heal, blisters weren't fun. Hotaru would then flop onto her bed after changing into her pjs before passing out from her hard work. 