Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-28131316-20160423184412

Participants: Kumiko Kyoko, open to others joining(Just ask)

The festival had been interesting, but Kumiko had a lot to focus on at the moment. She had forgone her ANBU armor, because she only wore it when Eito required her to do so. She felt it created a specific image, one that she was not skilled enough to uphold at this moment. On missions, yes, she wore it, and whenever else he told her to. Otherwise she was seen wearing her normal garments, the new ones she had adopted not long after joining Root. While comfortable, they also carried a variety of materials for her. Which was useful with her research and the work she did whenever she got a chance to do so.

Caramel eyes slid over the nearly quiet training grounds, she had come quite early in the morning - the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. She had a good supply of weapons on her, and she was here to practice her accuracy and some self-training in speed. She needed to increase her reaction times, and she needed to seriously practice how she used her weapons. While she was highly intelligent, she knew that she was lacking in many areas.

The first step down a road of understanding, was knowing where you lacked. So the woman rolled her shoulders and started to stretch out her arms, giving herself time to warm up a little bit. She walked around till she found the right target she wanted, finding a few others not far from each other. She needed to practice, and hitting different targets at different ranges, would definitely help her.

She needed to do her uniform honor, even if she wasn't wearing it at this exact moment. She needed to take the time, the patience, and the drive to advance herself further. 18 months had taught her a lot, but nowhere near what she needed to learn. Not only was sparring important, but so was practice. Which was exactly what she was going to do. Practicing at different times, in different weather styles, would all help her adjust herself and begin to build herself into the Kunoichi she hoped to be.

The twenty-one year old woman still found herself shaking her head at that thought. She was not a real Kunoichi in her own eyes, she couldn't even activate any sort of simple jutsu. Which was frustrating to say in the least, she was a woman of twenty-one years and she was completely incapable of doing any form of Jutsu. She needed to find out what was stopping her, because chakra itself was not her problem. The sensory based shinobi she had spoken to had said she had a massive store of chakra, with no blocks to her channels, but it was baffling as to why she couldn't do a single handsign.

She leaned back, focusing herself intently with senbon folded into her fingers. She leaned back, eyeing her target and then released her first handful. She would repeat this process, and collect her weapons. Keep working slowly but surely on her accuracy.  