Risuki is, for the moment, totally focused on the training she's doing, although she's quite an odd sight. While she might have normally been using Sota to help with her training, this time around, the wolfdog pelt was draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her short and straight red hair, worn in a bob style, is bouncing in time with her bouncy steps and shuffles, her turqoise eyes focused intently on the wood and straw dummy in front of her. While it might seem somewhat odd, she was still dressed in business casual attire, a loosely worn white shirt with bright green pulled up sleeves, showing off the musculature of her taut, firm forearms, baggy olive green slacks with Y-shaped suspenders, as well as light brown fingerless gloves. The boots she wears are particularly odd with their raised six inch heels. The Sunagakure headband shines in the sunlight, used like a belt around the waist of her pants and with the village symbol front and center.
For the moment, her fingerless gloves are overtaken by the pair of knuckle dusters she's also wearing, in addition to the Hung Gar rings at her wrists and ankles to provide her punches with even more power. Indeed, each strike is causing the training dummy to visibly shake and sway against the stand meant to keep it pointed upright, but which was beginning to splinter from the force of each strike she lands on the body of the dummy. As she strikes, her attacks come faster, with her hands and feet beginning to pick up a slightly greenish glow thanks to the Fuuton chakra she's building up as she trains. It was a little draining, but she was already sweating and had been training for quite some time already. Finally, she finishes with a backflip, as opposed to another straightforward punching attack, with her foot meeting the dummy's head where a person's chin would be, and finally the wood at the base seems to have had enough, tearing apart from the force of her backflipping kick and causing the dummy to launch skyward while Risuki lands.
"Hunh. Not bad..."
She looks up to watch the dummy starting its plummet to the ground, landing with a crash not far from some stranger white-haired boy she hadn't noticed watching her, and her turquoise eyes narrow in a show of suspicion at the apparent peeping tom.
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