Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28412345-20170427221745/@comment-28929139-20170428061246

Oh joy, a day without sun and a day devoid of heat. Tak hated the heat. She generated the stuff without even trying and it was sometimes outright taxing to keep herself cool. It was part of why she was in such a mood most times, but well...such is life.

Tak had spent the day toying with her tools and supplies, determined to make the most of her gift as well as pick up the family's erstwhile craft of forgery. It went without saying that she had a long way to go but her end goal wasn't to make swords, rather her own sort of weapons. At this point, the only fruits her of labor had been a quartet of steel and iron balls of varied the sizes, the largest of which being the size of a softball while the others were closer in size to baseballs. But snark not dear reader, for Tak expended a very potent amount of chakra and electricity into these former flat shards of metal to shape into little heavy, solid spheres.

She needed to put her new toys to the test, and well, she needed to exercise her potency. So off to the training field she went. Tak shuffled the short ten-minute distance from her new leafy camp to the village training field. Much to her surprise, delight and slight chagrin, the place was a ghost town. Was it because of the cooler weather? Sensitive heathens!

Tak felt small standing with her box in the vast empty field as she looked around listlessly once the street lights came on. Soon though, she was joined by a triad of characters dressed exactly the same. Hmmph, clones... what were they tittering about?

Maintaining her displeased glare about....everything, Tak slowly approached with her box being supported by her right arm, and a large metal ball in her hand. She stopped several feet shy of the shorter boy her age, looking him up and down before glaring him in the eye. "...Train?"