Blood-red dawns are the most beautiful.
Characters; Yuffie Kisaragi, Yuu Kanda
Setting/Location; Valora training halls
Date & Time; Day 4, 6:23am
Warnings; Kanda, violence, and Kanda
Briefing; Another day, another run-in at the training hall. No surprise there, since Yuffie practically lives in the place. :|b
The pre-dawn morning was quickly turning out to be her favorite time of day.
It was so quiet, like she had the whole place to herself. Much better than the middle of the day, where everyone was everywhere, buzzing and nosy. Yuffie was buzzing and nosy herself, but then, she was a bit of a hypocrite when it came to these things.
She cartwheeled across the rooftops, bounded, flipped, jumped, and ran. Surprisingly silent, just revelling in the feeling of movement. Sheer, boundless movement, as fast as she could; as fast as she needed. There was no real routine to it. The ninja made it all up along the way, drawing instinctively from year of training, and inventing whenever she needed to invent. Technique had its place, but it was the spirit of the actions that really counted.
By the time she reached the training hall, she'd completed several circuits of the camp. Dawn was pushing onward; the sun was rising, a riot of color in the east. She grinned to see it as she slipped into the huge hall, checking her gait from a run to a soft-footed skip. Her blood was already pumping, but all the same she bowed to nothing and began with a few warm-ups. Easy stretches to complex ones, flowing with certainty into the first basic forms of the Kisaragi style. These were the soft moves; weaponless and flowing, almost water-like. She concentrated on her breathing, on expanding her awareness.
The build-up would make the flashiness all the more worth it, when she finally got to that part.
Setting/Location; Valora training halls
Date & Time; Day 4, 6:23am
Warnings; Kanda, violence, and Kanda
Briefing; Another day, another run-in at the training hall. No surprise there, since Yuffie practically lives in the place. :|b
The pre-dawn morning was quickly turning out to be her favorite time of day.
It was so quiet, like she had the whole place to herself. Much better than the middle of the day, where everyone was everywhere, buzzing and nosy. Yuffie was buzzing and nosy herself, but then, she was a bit of a hypocrite when it came to these things.
She cartwheeled across the rooftops, bounded, flipped, jumped, and ran. Surprisingly silent, just revelling in the feeling of movement. Sheer, boundless movement, as fast as she could; as fast as she needed. There was no real routine to it. The ninja made it all up along the way, drawing instinctively from year of training, and inventing whenever she needed to invent. Technique had its place, but it was the spirit of the actions that really counted.
By the time she reached the training hall, she'd completed several circuits of the camp. Dawn was pushing onward; the sun was rising, a riot of color in the east. She grinned to see it as she slipped into the huge hall, checking her gait from a run to a soft-footed skip. Her blood was already pumping, but all the same she bowed to nothing and began with a few warm-ups. Easy stretches to complex ones, flowing with certainty into the first basic forms of the Kisaragi style. These were the soft moves; weaponless and flowing, almost water-like. She concentrated on her breathing, on expanding her awareness.
The build-up would make the flashiness all the more worth it, when she finally got to that part.