[Kaguya Gomi]

Target Practice Gomi had always been destined to fail if one were to look at her record. Though really the larger issue was just the lack of a good willpower towards anything. Even now alone as she was the juggernaut of a kunoichi was practically sobbing over her attempts to do anything useful in her training. She could hear the yelling to run faster in the back of her head and the sheer cacophony from her motion drove her forward as if being egged on by a crowd of bystanders. They had all been bystanders, Kiri was just bystanders. She was a bystander. That was why she was so sure she wouldn't get hurt if she just dealt with the problem and didn't wait to collect wounds. Raising a hand again she tried to push the bones in her fingertips out, but nothing came. It just wasn't fair that she had to study Kaguya techniques. Her bones were an armor, not a weapon! Why was she being made to use it wrong in the first place, she had never understood the reasons for it. Dance of the White Chrysanthemum was a jutsu that used the fingertips as deadly projectiles, and it would prove useful if combined with the use of her genjutsu that masked her hands. Except she couldn't get it to work in any functional regard. It wasn't the gauntlets, her bone wouldn't stop her own bone. She had just been continuing to fail the technique as she moved.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

The newly promoted Ikana found herself gazing out across the training yard. Watching as this stranger seemed to be pointing out her fingertips; as if doing so would bring about some metamorphosis or change. Seating herself along the trunk of a tree, she gazed with brown eyes, trying to discern what it was this person was looking on. What kind of jutsu they were dancing with, and whom they might be. White hair wasn't exactly a great indicator. She knew multiple clans with people with white hair. The fuckers. The Waruichi. The Sourei. The Gure. The Kaguya. The Hozuki. Even some Yuki. At this point, it was pretty safe to assume half the bloodlines of Kiri were white haired fuckers. The whole lot of them. And those were just the ones she knew.

"Oi. Oi...Do you need help training that technique of yours?" She'd call out after some time. She felt it was better to offer some guidance and assistance as opposed to sitting there and watching this girl fail terrible at whatever the hell she was doing. Leaping off from the tree branch she sit upon, they'd land with a slight thud as they bend their knees, about eight some feet away from the young woman in front of her. Ikana was relatively small. Definitely younger than Gomi. Dressed more casually as she wasn't on duty, she was mindful. Dressed in a dull brown longsleeve shirt with fishnet mesh over herself, as well as tight fitting cargo pants? A tattered scarf along her neck as well as a cloak? Most of her bodily features were well hidden.

Nothing inherently impressive about her. 

"My name is Ikana." 

[Kaguya Gomi]

TARGET PRACTICE Gomi didn't register that there was someone there given the state that she had been in while training. Moving in a rush without stop the sheer cacophony of rattling from her armor was something that a seldom few could actually hear over. The pale blonde was more then happy to not have anyone nearby though considering it would likely mean someone was there to beat her up... Gomi did not want to be beaten up by anyone or anything. She inherently refused to be while she was in her armor. A shell of absolute protection. Her fortress. Her haven. Surely that was true, her safeties assurance as she continued to train. That did not stop someone from impeding her path though and Gomi's blood would soon run could from the sudden realization that she was not alone. Something was being said, but the Kaguya youth did not hear a word that was stated to her. She had heard a voice, but the words? No, those had been lost in her lullaby of armor. What she did here was the sentence after, a name - Ikana. So Ikana was the name of the one here to try and break her again? Gomi had to say she was unsure by the girl's size, but Kiba was also a small pair of blades... the damage of them was clear on her scarred body for what was visible. "Did someone send you for me? I'm not looking to get hurt..." Gomi would speak quietly the rattle of bone armor quiet rustling to the wearer, but barely allowing her voice to be audible among the rest.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

"Eh?..." She found herself asking, as she rested from her vantage. "I'm not here to hurt you. If I was. With how loud your armor is, you wouldn't hear me coming." Which was a fair and sensible point. With how damn loud that armor was, one would imagine if she was going to get a jump on someone like her, it would be pretty easy. "I was just offering to help you train if you were looking for it." Though, as she looked at the figure before her in her awkwardness and the strange material, she could fairly identify what that was. After all. She'd seen quite a few Kaguya.

That bone was hard for her not to remember, especially considering her training with the former Mizukage. Though. She hadn't run into many Shinobi that wore heavy armor. Most preferred the advantage of speed and mobility as opposed to greater defense. Normally because to get hit but a single time could be disastrous and spell death for a Shinobi in such conditions. "Your movements are sloppy. I'd imagine you'd have a far easier time dancing about if you took the suit off." Which seemed rather sensical at that. If she was in fact training Kaguya techniques, that suit of armor might prove to be a greater detriment than a boon no? She wasn't too sure.

But she imagined if that suit of armor was made from bone, she couldn't pierce through or cause bone to erupt from her body in such a manner that would allow the technique to be useful. Not without either puncturing a hole through it or exposing the joints and weak spots in her armor. Pointing out where the defenses were weak. Maybe. Maybe not. Not that Kaguya had much need for armor in the first place. Their skeletons were so dense, that it was as hard as, if not harder than steel from her experience. Even her Saberu no Jutsu which was capable of cutting cleanly through pillars of stone couldn't quite hold.

[Kaguya Gomi]

Target Practice Gomi absolutely did not trust this, but it was not in her to run from something. Running was how you got hurt, years and years and years of torturous level training had taught her that much and she absolutely did not want to get shocked again. A hypothetical fear as it were, that sort of response was the basis of all thought for the girl. She was tired of the pain and she frankly understood very little about what this smaller girl was actually offering for her. Help? Well that was potentially fine to approach with trepidation, so she would. Gomi stilled herself as much as possible as she tried to listen to Ikana's words, though it became clear to the Kaguya that she had either not really understood what she was doing or was of poor eyesight. She had been running, not dancing. Where was the dance in running laps? Yes the clans techniques were called dances, but half of them didn't require motion at all! It was something that Gomi did not understand at all. Furrowing her brow she had to ask, "I was... running. The idea of taking my armor off is also out of the question, so critiquing that specifically seems moot from my perspective... respectfully Ikana-San." The voice was quiet, but steady. Unsure of how to take the critcism that seemed to have missed the mark, not that Gomi could blame someone from outside the clan for not understanding what had been happening on a glance.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

"Running?...Laps?" She was figuring that Gomi here was going through speed training. "I suppose if you're going to wear a suit like that, makes sense you'd want to be able to move swiftly in it. Though. How good are your reflexes?" She remembered when she was a child [pretending she still wasn't one], that Kaguya Minako had hurled shuriken made of bone at her, launching projectiles in order to hone her instincts and her reflexes. Sharpened her and allowed her to evade the various assaults that rained down on her. It helped her become the kind of fighter she was today.

"Though. Why wear armor in the first place? It's fairly archaic. You don't see too many Shinobi wear full suits of armor nowadays." Though, one might suppose it didn't provide much room for protection of the skin. The armor in question was interesting. For assuming it was made of bone, which it very well may be? It would mean it was not conductive to electricity, though could react to it, much like a battery. Electricity could even help stimulate bone growth. She'd figured that when one lived in a place like Mizu no Kuni, an armor like that would be little more than a detriment. Probably took the girl ten...twenty something fucking minutes to take the suit on and off without help she figured?

"...How do you use the restroom with that on? Can you even swim with it on?"