▰▰▰ |SHINOBI • INFO| ▰▰▰
f**ō Hozuki | E | Tanigakure |
Self study was likely f**ō’s favourite part of the academy and its tedious learning methods offered at the establishment. She would skulk around by herself at the far end of one of the training ground, a significant distance from most of the others so she could avoid feeling crowded or end out being bothered by the others. The quiet girl thumbed around with projectiles in a pouch with one of her hands, drawing and throwing one at the target every so often, the swish of it through the air followed by the thud of its contacts with the target post.
In her other hand she held one of the books from class, her eyes mostly focused on the reading material and only shifting positions when it was about time to throw. She wasn’t trying to seem overconfident or anything but this was just easier, offering her time to focus on the book without the distraction and pressure of being surrounded closely by others. Still with her family history and distant attitude by those who just didn’t get it, she came off as arrogant and difficult to get along with, this isn’t to say she was particularly nice or considerate mind you so the judgments weren’t far off, though others helped her adopt said traits. A pause in her activities to look up and out the corner of her eyes at the rest of them, making sure that no one was bothering to approach her rather massive personal bubble and so far it seemed she was safe from any distractions.
Thumbing a blade carefully with a single fluid motion the girls hand whipped a shuriken toward the target while she still wasn’t looking. Looking up after the thunk that came right after her blind fire showed she got three of six ring in, not a bad shot at all for someone at her stage of training. When it came to weapons the girl just happened to have a knack for them, her training outside the confines of the school a little more physically focused as there were less restrictions in place in what she could wield or do for practice in the privacy of her own home. Using a finger to mark the page she was on f**ō folded her book near shut and paced over to the target, closing the distance after several seconds before giving a visual inspection of her work with a scrutinizing stare.
The girl now leant in with her dark blue eyes gauging the depth of the projectiles one by one, pulling then out after each little inspection and returning them to her hip mounted projectile pouch. Occasionally one of the projectiles hadn’t pierced very deeply and these specifically got a close look over, either returning them to the pouch like the rest or instead cast to the side uncaringly as if it were now trash. Once having picked the wooden form of the practice target clean of weaponry f**ō stride back to her starting position, opened her book eyes moving as she skimmed the text to find where she had left off. Now while reading away about “how to recognize the influence o Gen-Jutsu,” a rather important topic, it was time to fish for a shuriken and launch it forth to continue the audible thumps of the metal on wood contact.
The time managed to go by for a good while of practice without her needing to be subjected to the distractions of her classmates, happy not needing to have some of her close to her best of studying windows stunted by others. Still this wasn’t a perfect world we’re she could get everything to go the way she want, including the fact she had a, to put it mildly, a slightly conflict prone relationship with several of the other trainees for a slew of reasons both good and bad. So just like every good nights sleep her, what you could call zen had to come to an end as a Mugsy and Rocky pair drew toward her like an encroaching storm. ”Ehhhhh! Look at the daughter of the loosing side all by herself, too ashamed to join your classmates or maybe you just think you’re here cause you have no friends, whadda ya think Mugsy?” An orange haired lad jeered at her with a mocking tone, looking to his larger compadre for support in his comments before leering at her with an unpleasant smirk.
His bigger, brown haired and heavy set friends also laughed although on a delayed note as if he had to realized there was something to laugh about, classic rocky not being too bright tended to cling onto his good friend Mugsy and as suit sucked up to and intentionally “enjoyed” the things his friend did. ”Ahah haha hah! Uhhh yeah M, she don’t got any friends, always on her own on free time or break, such a looser!” He words were interlaced with his chuckles, pointing a meaty hand at f**ō as he projected the last part he spoke, not exactly a champion when it came volume control. The unwanted communication made f**ō’s mouth seem to shrink as it pursed a little, her gaze rising from her book and more focused on the target to attempt ignoring the pair and their irritating sounds, missing the smaller one begin to approach to her side and the larger slowly following but keeping back a little. Mugsy was quick and good at going unnoticed when he wanted, managing to close the distance between himself and f**ō rather swiftly, appearing at her side while sliding a hand around to grab her by the hip in a far to familiar way. Mugsy in the motion got in close as f**ō recoiled in shock but was caught by surprise so was stuck there for a few seconds as he said ”Well I might be harsh honest but I’m just trying to help you out by making you aware, how’s about we try getting closer…. f**ō-chan i could help you get popular if we were to get along better, why do you come to mine after school and w….” -Wham!!!- His words we cut off as f**ō now force to drop her book had pulled a hand back and slapped his with speed and force like a whip crack, forcing Mugsy to loose hold as as his head slap rounding with the stinging strike.
He let out a vocalized exhale of pain and surprise, looking at her with a open mouthed shock and anger. ”Ahh, you bi….Tch!?!..” His words stopped as he had to step back, f**ō having not stopped moving and was shifting her body to throw a kick at him ”Don’t touch Me! You’ve some nerve, you stupid trash!!!” Every three words covered the time of a kick, repositioning and windup for the next on, a high sweeping kick missing Mugsy’s head, a second straight kick he was forced to block with both hand, having them flung out the way and his guard totally lost, the final clubbing into the large forearm of the lumbering Rocky who came to save the day. The mungo of a human spat out some expletives that bear not mentioning, which attracted the ire and a return of equally appropriate language from the angered girl followed by ”Don’t defend his disgusting actions, if you don’t like me then piss of, if you don’t leave me alone I’ll pulverized the both of you, I’m dead serious!” She warned him while fingering an earring with one hand and brandishing the other accusingly between the two of them, her blood was boiling, they had both surprised and angered her, not expecting the bold and inappropriate approach right after the rude beginning.
It took a second for Mugsy to move up besides his goon of a friend, still flushed and cross it would appear he had a twinkle in his eyes, a spark of something unpleasant. ”You really think you could follow through in those threats? Let’s make a bet then if you think you can fight the strongest Tai-Jutsu fighting in our grade, then how about you try it annnnd if you loose, you gotta accept my offer from before and apologize for hitting me, know what I mean” He finished with a skin crawling tone and follow up laugh, his large friend looking to him a little confused, again as if needing to catch up before again seeming to get it and nodding, looking back to the cross looking girl his friend targeted. f**ō made a face that expressed her acute disgusted with Mugsy and his words, clearly repulsed by the offered and infuriated all the more, her eyes wide as she answer. ”And if i win, you’ll never even look at me again with your filthy, beady eyes… you’re also gonna be taking the blame for what happens here you little p***k.” She recorded, drawing back the hand she pointed at then with and biting at her thumbs tip in agitation and anxiety and this has inevitably drawn a crowd, becoming way more complicated that she’d ever wanted but she didn’t really have much of a choice considering her personality.
Mugsy looked to Rocky who gave him an affirming nod, telling him he could go for it and that doing so would be ok. He lurched into a stance that his personal instructor had spent the time teaching him and by this point in their academic training he had mastered part of a style and it along with his natural physique made him a formidable one. Like a bull Rocky charged forward, turning his body a little when he neared her to swing his furthest arm from her in the most momentous swing he could manage as f**ō seemed to realize the danger she was in too late, having only just release her earring at that moment. True to his instincts his fight caught f**ō who had just started to shift backwards square in the chest, a feeling of the pride he felt when successful with a strike, this kid would now be over in one hit. Something however felt wrong about this girl, she was hard… really hard, nothing broke or buckled from his strike nor did she go flying. Instead f**ō skidded back a few feet with arms outstretched and bent forward a little, as if doubled over…. A second or so passing as Rocky watched a little unsure before she straightened without having made so much of a peep but offering him a glare.
This confusion quickly turned into a feeling of inadequacy that instantly evolve into frustrated anger, people didn’t just take that strike and so he moved forward to strike again. This time however the smaller girl moved forwards as well, winding up and throwing a punch of her own, fist on a collision coarse with his own. The two hammered into one another audibly for the rest of the room, Rocky feeling a sharp spike of pain in his fist as a snapping sound rang out and all the way up to his forearm pain ignited as he staggered back and glanced at his arm only to notice the obvious signs it had cleanly broken at the forearm. This momentary glacé was a big mistake as when his head turn back to her, the girl was a at a sideways angle from a sort of flip with her knee mere inches away from his face as he essentially turned into the impact. As his vision went blurry he only barely noticed that f**ō’s skin seemed to sparkle before his vision tunnelled into a dot and went black, everyone else watching as he tipped over backwards into the floor, bleeding from the forehead as f**ō landed at his side, glancing down at him with her Shiny, now slightly reflective skin. ”And next is your turn, I said I’d waste you both and I didn’t really wanna hit him, you however deserve what’s coming.” She announced toward Mugsy as she rose briskly marched his way, raising a sheeted hand, made of diamond threateningly after a panicked Mugsy was left at a loss of what to do about the young woman bearing down on him, this surely would be a lesson for him to remember.
“I know I was chasing him, I didn’t want to beat up his stupid friend but I had to if I was to beat his a** but after one hit he started to run, unlike Ricky or whatever his name is.” f**ō explained for probably the third time, standing with a look that dictated she didn’t want to be where she was and having to explain herself to the teacher who had walk in on her pursuing a broken nosed Mugsy. The classes teacher sighed while covering her face, upset such an event had taken place and at f**ō having such an altercation so close to graduation. One of her superiors who was also present sat and had listened and was contemplating how to approach this, choosing to ask the girl about how much further she would be taking this feud. ”I don’t care about it anymore, even if I would liked to have beat his a** worse I doubt he’ll bother me again, I didn’t want to be in the situation to begin with… this is really dumb, they started it and should be the ones here, not me, totally sucks this….” Her complaints rang out and instead of what she desired instead she was lectured on overreacting and about showing respect to her superiors, nothing more than a basic note in her record about the incident until it was looked into further, after the other two were out of the hospital. f**ō would need not be put through any events of such a memorable nature before finishing her courses in the academy and successfully graduating.
Stamina 100/100 | Chakra 100/100
Stats+Totals after boosts
• 0 Strength • 0 Speed • 0 Agility • 0 Endurance
Ryo |
