Warai Ameko
Might makes right
groupSand Shinobi
age 14 years old
birthday 16 November 1009
rank Genin
occupation Team 1
The brunette quirked her head. Tell her when she was older? Did that mean Arashi was alluding to something inappropriate? It took a moment for Ameko to think on the statement, on the movement, before her face turned a vivid shade of red. Is that what she meant!? But this- this was combat! She quickly shook her head, the action involuntary and instinctual, trying to throw away the thoughts. Truth be told, Ameko didn’t even know what she was thinking about, let alone the true nature of what was being discussed, just that it related to things that she absolutely did not want to consider.
"O-okay!” She barked, drawing the attention of the hyenas for a moment.
"Yes,” Ameko added quickly, focusing on the other parts of what Arashi said. The training, the use of flexibility and how she could go about effectively using the technique, "Yes, makes sense.”
Giving a quick thumbs up, the younger ninja returned to her position facing the replicate. She inhaled once, twice, then settled herself. The earlier embarrassment was cast aside in favour of something which she understood far, far better. The simple need to draw blood and unleash damage. She’d watched her companions do it since before she could speak. She had joined them
She dropped into a crouch, her hands almost touching the sand beneath her feet, her stance almost quadrupedal. A heartbeat passed. She launched.
Her technique was slightly altered. The same leg muscles that had powered her in her chase of Arashi launched forward, her full strength behind the blow. Such speed meant that she could barely control herself in the air. But she managed it well enough, her right leg shot out, her knee connecting with the replicate’s knee. They hit the ground, and upon the impact, she brought her other knee up to pin the other shoulder.
His hypothetical legs remained free, but his arms could not move, and his throat was exposed. A rather powerful opponent, one made of muscle and sinew, would likely have been able to throw her off. But at least they could not strike back with their arms, and she moved quickly.
A strike from her left arm, then her right. Then she buried her teeth into what would have been her opponent’s throat. Instinct drove the move. It took a few moments before she realised what she had done, and panting, she relaxed back, still mounting the dummy.
"Better?” |
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