Cutesy and the Beast {Solo Training}

The day was bright and sunny, the glimmering beams of the sun's golden rays stretching out to encompass the surrounding area like a lion grasping a cub. It cradled the small area in its light and heat, relentlessly bearing down on the area. One of the few areas that offered refuge from the overbearing lioness above was the nearby foliage and woods, which Yuki had no qualms with training in. After all, anything that would save her from the oppressive overabundance of the sun could not be rejected. She despised the sun and its heat for numerous reasons; one of such being that heat led to sweat and sweat was a sign of uncleanliness. Uncleanliness was unacceptable for a person like her who detested feeling as much as she detested people. Indeed, she hated feelings things, especially heat and the such. She could not stand it and could not bear it.

She was poking and prodding her way through the woods and foliage, in fact, when she came to take heed of another being within the immediate vicinity. In fact, the beast was a mere five meters in front of her when she finally realized its presence. "Eh... I really should become more aware of my surroundings." she noted to herself aloud, standing up straight and addressing the beast whom stood before her. "Greetings, beasts. I am Yuki, indeed. You are a cute beast, indeed." she murmured quietly, speaking to the beast with a soft-spoken monotone voice that characteristic of her. It was a bit odd for someone to just be speaking to an animal that clearly could not speak back, but Yuki did not mind what others might think. After all, it was not as if there was anyone watching her.

She stood steadfast and firm, her feet planted squarely in place as to offer a quick getaway if this man turned out to be hostile while also being in a position to ease the brunt of an attack if the beast turned out to be faster than her. In essence, her stance was purely tactical. It allowed for her to defend, avoid, and attack at a moment's notice with little to no provocation. It was not as if she needed provocation to butcher the beast, however, as she enjoyed killing for the sight and smell of blood alone. It was not, however, until the beast reared back on its hind legs that she prepared to kill it. It was threatening her, taunting her, treating her like a prey to be killed. She would make sure that the animal made its last decision. After all, a simple boar could not kill her.

The boar snorted and made various other noises, it's snout lifting and tussling as it tried to get a good read on the scent of the girl. It shook its head from side to side with its horns jutting out from either side of said snout. It grunted loudly before finally charging at Yuki, whom was about an equal in size, its tusks extended forward to pierce the girl should she be unable to block or dodge. The beast had just been there looking for something to eat but something as large as Yuki would be superb to feed to its family not too far away. The beast figured that if it was going to eat, it might as well be something large and susceptible. Though, it was surprised to find that the girl was far from susceptible.

Yuki extended her right fist forward, her gauntlet instantly expanding to form a giant metal fist that could easily take the brunt of the attack by the boar. The boar was caught off guard and ran head-first into the fist, a loud clank resounding throughout the surrounding area as it backed up and slung its head forward once more, attempting to penetrate the fist but finding that it would not budge, Yuki's enhanced strength clearly too much for the beast to handle. It did not give up, however, as it needed something to return to its family. It kept butting its head against the fist over and over again, trying to penetrate it with all the might the poor creature possessed. Its tusks could not so much as scratch the Gauntlets of the Giant, however.

Yuki finally flung her fist forward, swatting at the boar and sending it flying through the air several meters away. She had decided that she would play with the beast for now and kill it with due time. She wanted to practice and hone her abilities while she had a living thing to practice on. The beast rolled and flipped as it finally managed to get a good standing once more, swinging its head wildly now as if it were rabid. Clearly it was agitated and determined to catch its prey. It would not be deterred so easily by a prey, after all. Yuki brought back her fist, returning her gauntlet to its standard stand-by form as she gestured for the boar to bring it on, ready to take it on without the gauntlets.

The boar squealed and charged once more, running at a speed of 5 as it prepared to tear the girl to shreds, its tusks extended ahead of its head. Yuki, however, would not be taken down so easily. With her speed of 12 she grabbed it by the horns and with her substantial strength she swung it onto the ground, landing atop it as she wrestled with the pig beast, pinning it down and struggling to fight with it as it tried to break loose, fruitlessly. Yuki continued to wrestle with the boar, her hands holding fast to its tusks to avoid letting them pierce her. She pushed the boar against the ground over and over again, trying to tire it out as it continued to struggle, its eyes wide with a mixture of terror and a will to survive.

Finally the boar managed to wiggle free, yanking its tusks out of the girl's grasp and running away in the other direction. Yuki stood up straight, smirking as the beast ran off. She expected it to simply run away and not return but she was wrong to expect such a thing. Although the beast wanted to survive, it also had to provide food to its family and thus it would keep trying until it died, if it came to that. The beast scraped its foot against the dirt ground a few times before charging once more, this time with a speed of 7. Yuki was surprised to see it moving at such a higher velocity but did not let it catch her off guard. She simply grabbed it by the tusks once more, tossing it behind her with ease before turning to face it.

The boar continued to charge at her over and over again, Yuki simply tossing it aside or behind her each and every time with her superior speed and strength. The boar, agitated, continued its attempts until finally it was all tired out, collapsing on the ground as Yuki slowly approached it. "Well, it appears you're all tired out, indeed." she murmured before drawing her gold bladed katana, with a swift and quick slash cutting the boars stomach open, dislodging its entrails on the dirt ground, blood spewing all over her. "Ew. Boar blood." she noted in her monotone voice, examining the blood of the animal she had just killed that now lay spewed across her clothing and skin. She licked a bit of it off of her katana before returning it to its sheath on her side, turning around and looking at her surroundings.

Yuki had realized that the boar was clearly fighting for something more than itself. All she needed to do was find the family of the boar and slaughter them. She had no clue why she longed to do such a thing but it was the first thing that came to her mind and she chose to act on it. As she walked around she poked and prodded at the foliage with her katana, tipping over rocks and chopping at bushes in search of the boar's family which it had fought so desperately to protect and save. She sighed with exasperation as she realized she was going to have some trouble finding them. It was then that a sound caught her ear, the sound of a baby boar. She turned around to spot them underneath the trunks of a tree in a small burrow underneath the ground.

She approached them calmly, her katana still out as she pulled back the blade, preparing to slaughter both baby boars as well as the mother that nursed them there and then. Without hesitation she stabbed them all mercilessly, butchering their tiny bodies without remorse until there was nothing but mangled clumps of meet underneath the tree, their squeals able to be heard throughout the entire surrounding area. She grinned with excitement at the sight of all the blood and gore, enjoying herself as she poked and prodded the little pig bits with her katana, a little dissatisfied with the lack of a fight that they put up. After all, human targets put up much more of a fight than that. She longed for a human target that she could take on. A human target that she could subdue, torture, and kill in cold blood.

Yuki sighed and turned around, deciding that she would return to where she had been sleeping lately. At least, that was her original plan until she heard someone walking through the woods alone, the sound of twigs snapping and breaking as they made their way through the foliage. She noted that they were clearly not careful in concealing their presence so they were either extremely powerful and cocky or just stupid and clearly not a shinobi. She approached the source of the sound, jumping silently into a nearby tree as she watched the person continue to walk through the bushes and trees, his demeanor that of a lost child

In fact, perhaps he was a lost child. He appeared to be no older than 9 years old and he had short brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a civilians attire, his clothing that of a citizen of a village. She wondered what village he belonged to but she didn't have enough time to be curious. She had found her next target. She proceeded to track the boy, leaping from tree to tree carefully as she watched him intently, taking mental notes of his habits and changing demeanor as the boy slowly came to the realization that he was lost. Yuki could tell that he was gradually losing hope in returning home and Yuki found a thrill in that. 'Yes... Lose all hope, young one. Let the world take away your hope like it did mine.' she thought silently to herself as she watched the boy.

Finally the boy collapsed, possibly from hunger or thirst, and laid there on the ground, his body clearly having exhausted every bit of energy that it had stored up. Clearly it was not going to be able to go on. Yuki was preparing to jump down and finish him off when a voice caught her off guard, the voice of an older man. As she turned her head to look at where the voice had come from she noticed it was a shinobi of a village she did not recognize, his headband bore a symbol but she couldn't quite recognize the symbol. She receded into the leaves of the tree and watched on as the man picked up what appeared to be his son, nurturing him and holding him against his chest. "You can come out now." the man called out to Yuki, drawing her out as the girl jumped down from the trees.

"Thank you for following my son. I could not have found him without your help. I sensed your chakra signature out here and followed it. That was what led me to him." he told her, seemingly believing that she had intended to rescue his son if he had not showed up. She shook her head, her eyes dull and lifeless as she whispered to him from right in front of him. "I intended to butcher your son in the most grotesque method possible." she muttered to him, staring into his eyes emotionlessly. The man looked at her with shock and awe, stumbling backwards with his son in his arms as he shouted. "Stay away from me, you monster!" he shouted, cowering slightly as he placed his son down and moved to stand in front of him, his demeanor changing as he realized he had to protect his son.

"Leave us now or I'll kill you, bitch." he muttered furiously to Yuki, her demeanor unchanging. "Oh no. I had no intentions of doing such a thing. I will kill you both and dismember your bodies. Perhaps devour you." she giggled at her words, closing her eyes before opening them once more, a glint of enjoyment in them. He sighed and drew a kunai from his waist, holding it up defensively as he prepared to fight Yuki. Yuki simply drew her katana, getting in a position to fight as she glared at him. "Oh? You'll put up a fight? Good." she said with the same monotone voice that she always spoke in. "Just shut up, you monster." the man muttered with disgust, clearly wanting to get far away from the girl as soon as he possibly could. He was severely underestimating her abilities.

Yuki looked him up and down before charging at him, swinging her golden bladed katana at his neck, hoping to slice it in half. The man held up his katana to defend against the attack but his defense failed. He underestimated the sharpness of the katana, which sliced clean through the kunai and lopped his head off, sending the dismembered head several meters away and the body collapsing onto the ground, blood spewing everywhere. Yuki could do nothing but giggle hysterically as she proceeded to stab the man in his back over and over again, blood pouring to cover the ground underneath the body as she butchered it mercilessly, specifically taking care to cut off the arms and the legs, all four limbs. She crouched down and picked up the arm, crouching down and digging into it ravenously. She took bite after bite, ripping the flesh clean from the bone as she dug in, blood dripping down her chin as she devoured the human flesh as if it were a fresh pastry. She ate roughly half of the arm's flesh before discarding it back on the ground, letting out a quiet burp and looking quite fulfilled with regards to hunger, or lack there of.

She sighed as she stood up, relatively satisfied. However, she still had something to do and take care of. She approached the boy and stabbed him clean through the skull, blood and grey matter splattering everywhere as she snatched the katana clean from his skull and resheathed it, turning and walking away from the two grotesquely dismembered bodies. "Should have been stronger." she muttered under her breath before leaving.

Yuki was an extremely apathetic and emotionally distant person. That was not to say that she had no emotions, on the contrary, she would occasionally feel things such as excitement and sadness but never would these emotions show on her outward appearance. She would almost never smile and almost never do a full frown or cry. She certainly was not the type to yell, either. She rarely raised her voice and would often speak in a simple, soft, monotone voice that people often had to be quiet in order to hear her. She would not repeat herself if someone missed what she said, either, which often led many to get frustrated or angry with her.

Furthermore, besides her apathy, she was extremely mentally ill in every sense of the word. Her favorite food, after all, was human beings. She enjoyed eating and munching on human flesh and drinking human blood, something that had caused her to become an outcast, wandering the lands as a Missing Ninja in search of someone who was willing to accept her way of life. She did not see how horrid her actions were and lacked any actual conscience, leading her to act without guilt, free from such typical human attributes. She would often fight to kill then feast on her opponent's dead corpse; or living corpse, if they somehow survived.

When she was only four, Yuki would always smile whenever she was with her mother and she was regularly at her side, holding her hand. Despite crying whenever she lost in sparring, she started to smile again as soon as she saw Tenshi, her sister, when she came to pick her up from the training dojo. She was considered incredibly weak and lacking in many areas including will power and resolve. She was incapable of properly fighting any of the other academy students her age and would often not even try. To many she was nothing more than a weakling who did not even want to become stronger. In fact, such a thing was true until the death of her family.

The death of her father, mother, and sister, having been killed in the chaos of a riot that occurred in her original home village of Kirigakure no Sato, a riot that caused much grief among everyone in the small part of the village, pushed her mind into a state of insanity. The majority of her emotions were wiped completely from her being and replaced with pure evil and the relentless intent to kill anyone who crossed her path. This newly acquired resolve to kill turned her into something of a 'monster'. She takes the side of neither good nor evil and will kill those affiliated with either if in the mood or merely for the sport of it. However, for some reason she bares a feeling of loyalty to anyone who is willing to accept her way of life and will not strike at them without reason. Her favorite color is without a doubt blood red, which leads to yet another highly unreasonable purpose for which she kills. At times she will kill simply because she wants to see the color again, splashing the blood across the room after they're dead just to see it on the walls and floor.

Due to her constant fights with unintelligent passer-byers and her seemingly emotionless look, many people are rather afraid of her whether it be because her preceding reputation or her careless demeanor when performing acts that would be considered by others are cruel and completely immoral. Regardless, she will question anyone with any position of authority without a moments hesitation. This has caused her to make a good number of enemies, however, the majority of said enemies did not survive to remain enemies. When Yuki fights in combat she never fights to knock out the other opponent or merely 'win'. She always goes for the kill and always fight as if it were a death match. If her opponent is not dead than the fight has yet to end. That is her resolve and logical view on combat.

Another tendency found in Yuki is her corrective personality. She tends to restate facts in a more technically correct fashion, which has earned her the title by some as a smart-ass or seen as too determined to be correct. This is not the point, however, her sole reason for correcting people's technical mistakes is to make sure everyone gets the correct idea, and do not believe what isn't necessarily true. At times, Yuki quite prefers a peaceful life of solitude, without the interference of others. She has an extremely improper social life, but is quite the strategic genius in battle; withholding the ability to conjure up plans at a moments notice, when they are most required - based on her own observations.

Yuki proceeded forward, her short blonde hair tucked neatly behind her ears, her bangs tossled lightly to the left so that she could see without obstruction of her view. She was ready to get back to her camp and rest after her long day of 'training' or should she say butchering? Regardless, she felt stronger after today.

{TWC: 3406 for a total of 17 SP and 34 JP. Multi-Size Technique Mastery}

Approved

Ganki's approval is denied

Approving the training

Forgot to add Multi Size Technique Mastery as a reward~

accepted for new reward

{Continued...}
The day gradually and slowly coming to a close as the sky was becoming darker and darker, the happy white clouds retreating from sight and being replaced by the beautiful stars which dotted the sky like the polka dots of a dalmation pup, their brilliant radiance glowing and piercing through the otherwise black dullness of outer space. The sun was setting on the horizon, its golden rays fading from sight as if their very existence was being threatened by the night time that would soon ensue while the moon was just waking up, arising from the opposite horizon as if it were afraid of the sun, simply coming out because the latter was leaving its perch atop the day time sky. The moon itself was radiating its own form of light, though it could be argued that the light technically belonged to the sun, clearly the moon was radiating borrowed light.

The surrounding area was turning darker in turn with the sky, illuminated only by the light bouncing off of the moon's surface and hitting the land below. The shade of the trees and other foliage made for an even darker environment, their shadows encompassing a vast majority of the area as there was no worldly source of light sitting around. The only access to light came from the moon and the stars and neither of such could penetrate the shade of the foliage and trees very well. The time was opportune, however, to Yuki. She quite enjoyed the setting as a dark setting meant a dark mind set. Anything that was dark was generally acceptable to Yuki. That was her view on things, at least. Dark was good. Light was bad. She grew weary of the light of the day and constantly longed for night to ensue so when it finally did, she was more than happy to embrace it. Or.. as close to happy as a lifeless, emotionless doll of a thirteen year old girl could be.

Yuki proceeded to walk almost robotically along a path that she had come across, choosing to follow it in order to make her way back to her camp that she had temporarily set up. After all, the day had taxed her extraordinarily and she required some rest immediately. Well, perhaps saying required is a bit of an overstatement. She was not all that tired but she wanted to at least be at her optimal strength and health in case someone happened to attack her; which could happen at any given moment. Her dull eyes came to look up, resting on the moon as she admired its darkness. Not only that but she noted its susceptibility to the light. No matter how dark the moon was, the suns light penetrated that darkness and gave it a light side. A side that was not nearly as dark as the rest of it. She noted the familiarity of it to her own situation...

But she digressed. It was not necessarily important at the moment for her to ponder her own life and the direction in which it was heading. Such thoughts and pondering would only lead to emotions and emotions would lead to her death. She could not allow her emotions to get the best of her, especially when she was in such a vulnerable state physically. Yuki sighed as she proceeded to walk slowly underneath the glimmering moon light, her golden brown eyes reflecting the moon's light brilliantly in the dark. *Thunk!* the sound of a kunai resounded throughout her ears as she looked down to see it jutting out of the ground right in front of her left foot. Yuki raised her eyes immediately to see a small group of approximately five shinobi, each one of the same village as the man earlier judging by the emblem on their headbands. The leader, so Yuki supposed him to be, stepped forward, his eyes filled with anger and hatred. "I take it that you're the filth that killed Tobako and his son?" he asked, without waiting for an answer.

"I think it's time you died a rightful death, shit head." he muttered furiously before charging at Yuki, pulling his right fist back as it became engulfed with flames. Yuki watched him calmly, waiting until he was just within arms reach before leaping backwards, narrowly avoiding his flame encompassed punch. She landed neatly and elegantly a few meters away, her eyes glazed over, betraying the fact that she did not wish to speak to the likes of them. She wondered, however, if they were even worth her time. Actually, now that she took everything into consideration, including the speed of the man whom had just attacked him, she doubted that she could have escaped with sheer speed. They seemed at least capable of maintaining the same speed as her, if not only slightly slower speeds, and thus would not have lost sight of her before she tired out. It looked like she would have to fight her way out of this one.

Yuki was actually quite ready for combat, after all, she had not gotten enough violence and blood for today. She wanted more, no, she longed for more. It was a necessity to her and these men may very well provide it. She wondered why she was so blood thirsty today. Could it be because she had been stifling her urges lately as to avoid giving herself away around Kira? Could it be simply because her condition was gradually growing worse? Perhaps it was a combination of both. Yuki did not have time to ponder such things as she charged at the leader of the group, pulling back her fist before throwing it forward with great speed and velocity. She wanted to knock out the man as quickly as possible... She wanted to send him flying, no, soaring through the air... She wanted to show what she was capable of so that she could at the very least strike fear into the remaining four shinobi who stood behind him smugly as if they were above her. They were not above her. They were so far beneath her that they might as well have been beneath the ground.

Finally, Yuki threw a single power packed punch at the man, the small leather-like gaunlets on her hands that had seemed like nothing more than a fashion choice up until then suddenly growing and expanding to surround her fist, a giant fist materializing from thin air as her punch came nearing contact with the man. Chances were, the man had been intending to let Yuki narrowly miss on her first attack to show that he was calm and calculating and the solid fist of obsidian like material would send the man flying, possibly knocked out. After all, the strength bonus granted by the gauntlets was quite substantial when accompanied with the sheer hardness of the gauntlets themselves. Furthermore, she did so with the maximum extent of her speed so she doubted that the man would be capable of maneuvering around the punch, particularly due to the size that gauntlet grew to.

Though there was always that slim chance that the man would have seen through it, though she doubted such a possibility fully. It seemed as if everyone there were already belittling the girl in their minds, looking at her as nothing more than a twisted little child who had gotten lucky against their comrade. Viewing her as a weak and helpless child would inevitably be the downfall of every single one of them... She hoped to change their thoughts on her with this single attack, her fist flying at the man with the speed of 26 that Yuki had developed up until that point. If the punch connected, it would have had a total strength stat of 56, combining her initial strength of 11 with the 45 granted by the Gauntlets themselves. Not only that, but the gauntlets possessed a hardness of 95. If the hit connected, chances were that it would do substantial damage to the man whether he was able to endure it not.

Everything played out just as Yuki had expected. Her fist connected with the man's upper body and face, sending him flying approximately six meters away at which point he hit a tree with a loud thud, just about every bone in his body having been broken or shattered. He was out cold, instantly knocked out by the sheer force of the gauntlet's punch. Yuki turned to face the other four men at this point, her golden brown eyes glimmering the moon light as she stared them down, retracting her over sized gauntlets back to their original stand by form. The young girl grinned at them sadistically, her smile clearly faked yet it was almost real. She was indeed excited to butcher this many people for once. After all, it was not something she got to do very often. Finally, one more came forward, signaling for his terrified comrades to stand back while he fought Yuki.

“My name is Mashu Shikitaru. I am the one who will be killing you here and now.” The man muttered with hatred in his eyes, staring down the young girl as he clenched both of his fists tightly. Yuki responded in quite the odd manner, simply giggling hysterically at his words before lowering her eyes back to meet his. “Oh, you’re going to kill me, are you? I would certainly love to see you try.” She sneered at him, her eyes narrowing as she disappeared with speed, appearing behind the and unsheathing her gold bladed katana, swinging the blade in an arch at the man. The man instinctively turned around, drawing his own katana, and deflected it with a simple flick of his wrist, as Yuki’s own katana was knocked aside, her small hands still gripped it as she growled in frustration.

Yuki came back with another arch, one after another in consecutive succession, as she swung at he man wildly now, blood lust taking over as she longed to see his blood splattered on the ground. The man remained calm, however, and simply deflected each attack with his own katana, performing a counter attack which Yuki maneuvered around with relative ease before she performed her next strike. This went on for quite some time before finally Yuki jumped back and resheathed her katana, realizing that it would be useless against the man whom also wielded a katana. “I’ll take care of you now, filth.” He muttered as he charged at her, his katana pulled back as he prepared for his next attack on the young thirteen year old sadist.

Yuki giggled softly, half to herself and half aloud to the others as she activated her Gauntlets of the Giant once more, both of said gauntlets increasing to their full size as her fists suddenly became large metal fists capable of dealing devastating damage. As soon as the man had swung his katana at her she unleashed a power packed punch at the katana, smashing clean through it and following through to punch his head clean off of his shoulders. His neck literally snapped as his head was torn from his body, blood spewing from his neck hole as his head was sent rolling and his body collapsing on the ground, slumping over before falling forward before where Yuki was standing. The young girl looked down at the body with a look of apathy, her eyes dull and lifeless as she turned to the remaining three shinobi whom now looked more terrified than ever.

All three of them instantly decided that the best solution was to run; something that Yuki did not necessarily agree with them on but hey, whatever made them feel safer. She simply chased after them with haste, her gauntlets still active as she leaped every few steps to gain some distance, trying to close the gap between them. Although they were fast, they were not quite fast enough. In fact, they were not even as fast as their leader had been. They could not possibly have hoped to avoid Yuki with their current speed capabilities. Yuki gained on them rather quickly and swatted at them with her giant gauntlet, sending them all flying several meters, instantly killing them on contact with the sheer force of the attack. She giggled hysterically now at how weak they were and simple it was to kill them.

“Such weaklings… I wish you had been stronger. After all, it is hard for me to get stronger if the only ones I have to practice on are boars, children, and you weaklings.” She muttered under her breath before turning around and proceeding back down the path she had just been on heading back to her camp which she had set up not too far from there. After all, she had had a rather long day and would like to get some rest by sleeping. She would have to remain highly alert tonight, however, as it appeared the shinobi of a nearby village were suddenly on to her. She couldn’t afford to be killed in her sleep if it came down to it. It was dangerous to sleep but it was a necessity.

Yuki was an extremely apathetic and emotionally distant person. That was not to say that she had no emotions, on the contrary, she would occasionally feel things such as excitement and sadness but never would these emotions show on her outward appearance. She would almost never smile and almost never do a full frown or cry. She certainly was not the type to yell, either. She rarely raised her voice and would often speak in a simple, soft, monotone voice that people often had to be quiet in order to hear her. She would not repeat herself if someone missed what she said, either, which often led many to get frustrated or angry with her.

Furthermore, besides her apathy, she was extremely mentally ill in every sense of the word. Her favorite food, after all, was human beings. She enjoyed eating and munching on human flesh and drinking human blood, something that had caused her to become an outcast, wandering the lands as a Missing Ninja in search of someone who was willing to accept her way of life. She did not see how horrid her actions were and lacked any actual conscience, leading her to act without guilt, free from such typical human attributes. She would often fight to kill then feast on her opponent's dead corpse; or living corpse, if they somehow survived.

When she was only four, Yuki would always smile whenever she was with her mother and she was regularly at her side, holding her hand. Despite crying whenever she lost in sparring, she started to smile again as soon as she saw Tenshi, her sister, when she came to pick her up from the training dojo. She was considered incredibly weak and lacking in many areas including will power and resolve. She was incapable of properly fighting any of the other academy students her age and would often not even try. To many she was nothing more than a weakling who did not even want to become stronger. In fact, such a thing was true until the death of her family.

The death of her father, mother, and sister, having been killed in the chaos of a riot that occurred in her original home village of Kirigakure no Sato, a riot that caused much grief among everyone in the small part of the village, pushed her mind into a state of insanity. The majority of her emotions were wiped completely from her being and replaced with pure evil and the relentless intent to kill anyone who crossed her path. This newly acquired resolve to kill turned her into something of a 'monster'. She takes the side of neither good nor evil and will kill those affiliated with either if in the mood or merely for the sport of it. However, for some reason she bares a feeling of loyalty to anyone who is willing to accept her way of life and will not strike at them without reason. Her favorite color is without a doubt blood red, which leads to yet another highly unreasonable purpose for which she kills. At times she will kill simply because she wants to see the color again, splashing the blood across the room after they're dead just to see it on the walls and floor.

Due to her constant fights with unintelligent passer-byers and her seemingly emotionless look, many people are rather afraid of her whether it be because her preceding reputation or her careless demeanor when performing acts that would be considered by others are cruel and completely immoral. Regardless, she will question anyone with any position of authority without a moments hesitation. This has caused her to make a good number of enemies, however, the majority of said enemies did not survive to remain enemies. When Yuki fights in combat she never fights to knock out the other opponent or merely 'win'. She always goes for the kill and always fight as if it were a death match. If her opponent is not dead than the fight has yet to end. That is her resolve and logical view on combat.

Another tendency found in Yuki is her corrective personality. She tends to restate facts in a more technically correct fashion, which has earned her the title by some as a smart-ass or seen as too determined to be correct. This is not the point, however, her sole reason for correcting people's technical mistakes is to make sure everyone gets the correct idea, and do not believe what isn't necessarily true. At times, Yuki quite prefers a peaceful life of solitude, without the interference of others. She has an extremely improper social life, but is quite the strategic genius in battle; withholding the ability to conjure up plans at a moments notice, when they are most required - based on her own observations.

Yuki was definitely an odd person indeed, at least to those who were on lookers from the outside. She sighed as she made her way back to her camp with her make shift training grounds which she had constructed from some resources at her disposal. Perhaps she should train before she went to sleep? She nodded to herself, taking a mental note of her training session as well as the time in which she would be engaging in said session. She liked to keep her life scheduled and timed out properly, after all. When she finally made it back to camp, she made her way to where the training dummies were set up, readying herself for training

Yuki approached the training dumbie, wiping some sweat from her forehead as she performed a left hook then a right, punching the dumbie one punch after another with perfect succession. She didn't stop there, however, as she also wished to practice and train her kicks as well. One kick, two kicks, three kicks, four kicks, kick after kick she launched a full on assault at the training dumbie, not letting up for she knew that if this had been a real person, letting up would have meant that they would get a hit in and them getting a hit in would inevitably lead to her losing. She had to train to the point where her opponent could not out maneuver her but also to where she possessed the strength to actually fight back when necessary. Strength and health equivalent to her opponent was the very least she needed as a prerequisite so that she could, at the very least, wield her new weapon.

She lurched back abruptly and retrieved her newly purchased weapon from its sheath at her side, the gold bladed katana, and positioned herself for the most effective use of the weapon. With her feet and body positioned properly she pulled back the blade, turning it ever so slightly as the tip of the blade faced behind her, ready to strike its target the moment that Yuki swung it. It was like a coiled viper ready to strike.

She pulled back the katana slowly, preparing it as she slashed at the training dumbie, cutting inches into the head as she pulled back and chopped at it again and again until she was half-way through it's neck. Her goal was to train until she was able to chop off the head with a single slash. She kept hacking and slashing at the dumbie until the head was completely decapitated from its body but she didn't stop there. She kept hacking and slashing at the dumbie repeatedly, time and time again, until the dumbie itself was covered from neck to toe with cuts, stabs, gashes, etc. She continued her merciless and brutal assault on the dumbie until finally it was torn to bits and pieces, at which point she proceeded to the next dumbie, not holding back on it either.

Yuki sighed as she finally finished up training on the dummies and retreated to the tent which she had set up nearby, closing the zipper and laying down in her sleeping bag as she bundled up as she much as she could, attempting to gain refuge from the cold that dominated outside of the tent. She closed her eyes slowly, letting sleep take hold of her as she drifted off into her dreams, letting them take over. She hoped that she would have pleasant dreams of blood and gore but perhaps they would be nightmares. In which case, all the better.

{TWC: 3609 for +18 SP and +36 JP}

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