<SK> Raven Child BrennaRaihana grins at Kamushi before going off to the quarry to once more pick up her training. As delightful as the news had been, one could not simply party their lives away and expect to have anything to show for it. Shucky-darn-it-all!! And so it was that she moved toward a huge training block of granite and drew deep upon her chakra. Unlike one who might use water and weave their threads with gentleness, she sent her energy into the stone to grasp and snatch at the very grains that bound them together during the lithification process to shock them into wakefulness. not since their own deposition here in the basin had they cause to so much as twitch; it was with a great deal more motion than a twitch to which she set them this day.
From all over the surface of the stone it seemed as though tens of pain ridden faces were howling in silent agony trying to escape the horror of their stony stasis. As each one burst to the surface to give its own image to the light, another would erupt into its jealously claimed space and war for dominance. Eventually several of these faces began to claim precedence over the others until their number would recede and make room for shoulders and torsos to emerge and support each entity of stone. Arms and lower limbs drew themselves up and out of the stone reducing its mass all the while with the tortures of the struggle plain to see upon the triumphant trio who would be formed in their entirety. The stone beings stood blinking at one another or marveling at arms and legs as they would stretch each in turn for the first time. A voice spoke behind her dryly. "Was that necessary Brenna?"
The woman would turn to look at her sensei, a gnarled old quarry worker who wore garments covered in stone dust. His hands were huge though and showed the power within them. Surely he could have palmed her head and lifted her right off the ground without even breaking a sweat. She, however, was not daunted by his glare and laughed, "Oh course not sensei but it was very entertaining." He would scoff and speak a few soft words. The stone next to her own would instantly form into three warriors who turned and smashed her own ungainly creatures to dust with their fists alone. "In battle you have no time for drama. Do it again and this time skip the pageantry." Bowing low she would turn to the rubble and use her chakra to cause the stone to reform and begin her task again. All through the day she would work at her chore perfecting her technique. Economizing on chakra expenditure, moving from start to completion with increased rapidity until at last she would be permitted to break for dinner.
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Topic: Personal Training: Brenna Raihana (Read 1364 times)