Chisana the Quick

Today was a late afternoon. She'd spent the morning rushing about chasing critters recording what she saw and what she realized was she could keep up if only she were faster. As such she made plans to train harder for increased natural speed, but she also had a jutsu in mind that could help not only this predicament of chasing animals about, or in case of a threat on a mission. The faster the better for most situations. 

And so here she was in a clear space of the training field, the sun bright on her bare shoulders and her long hair untied and knotted with sticks and twigs and forest debris. She'd hung her yellow sweater, more green and brown with mud than yellow, upon a tree's broken limb that made the perfect sweater hook. She hadn't brought out a notebook today, nor any scroll or any writing utensil whatsoever. No, today she it was just her, the fresh, warm sun on her back, and a clear afternoon day to master Body Flicker technique. 

She begun with a short, standing meditation. Breathing in, then out, slow, steady, controlled but relaxed. It was essential she would be calm and collected. Her breath filled her lungs, and she could feel the fire at her center. It reacted to her, was one with her, was the warmth that gave her life purpose. At her command it would provide. It was just a matter of training it's roaring, rageful direction. She moved her hands to sign for ram, the key that opened her channels to connect with her fire. She focused to fill her limbs with the energy she needed. Essentially the technique was to get her from point a to point b, but faster. Much faster, twice faster in fact. 

When her channels were en flamed as hot as a cozy sweater by a home fire, she lifted her feet and moved, racing first at a jog, pacing herself towards her natural rate (speed:8). Her breath quickened, her pulse heightened. This was where it may get complicated, but she had to trust in her abilities to conquer fully. Faster, she sped in a straight direction, unwavering on an invisible line. (Speed:18) Her natural maximum. Her lungs were really moving, her limbs feeling the burn. I can do this. I can not fail. she thought to herself, motivating her very muscle and bone to work with the coming quick. Her pace connected with her chakra and she pushed. 

Incoming rock!

Cue the blonde. Strawberry wine blonde in fact...

She tumbled, rolling carefully through pure instinct. She tucked her head to avoid a collision and her arms to buck the fall, however the surprise had caught her off guard entirely and her little knees suffered a few scrapes, as well the tops of her feet, bare and vulnerable as usual. She tumbled in the momentum three or four times, she wasn't sure, before coming to a bouncing halt upon her bottom. Her hair covered her face, and her yellow dress was now stained green and brown, she had a few scrapes, probably a few bruises and her cheeks were flushed beet red. 

Embarrassed? Angry? She wasn't sure, however she had lost her center and was upset at her poor ability to observe her environment in her rush to train this technique. What good would it be if she simply couldn't keep her eyes attentive? None, it would not be useful. Making her useless. 

Ignoring the scrapes, the bruises and the stains, she threw her hair back with a flip of the head, and jumped to her feet in furious focus. There wouldn't be any deep breathing, she wasn't quite upset as she arose, no. In fact she was more determined then ever. This was Chisana, emotion wasn't her forte, accomplishing shinobi demands is. 

Or rather, soon will be.

"I will not fail. I will never fail." She huffed at the rock that managed to startle her momentum. 

She looked about to find a clearer, less rocky path to open with. She found one easy enough, tree less and rock less too. Climbing atop the large stone, she refocused. Faster, however, she meditated only for a few seconds before fierce, blue eyes snapped open and off she ran. She bolted through a fast jog, (speed:9) to her flat out maximum (speed: 18), feeling the burn of her lungs, the stretch of her muscles and movement of her bones. At this she placed a precise ram hand sign, awakened her chakra to stretch through out her body with a focus to her feet, and released. There was a millisecond, where she thought she would fall, where she thought she had miscalculated her capabilities, had misseen an off set rock, but there was a force that shook her core and she felt it like a bolt of lightning. It moved her forward, it brought her to a new limit she'd not felt before. It wasn't finished, it wasn't everything she would be capable of it, but the rush (speed: 27) was a bit exhilarating. 

She smiled, actually smiled. Her adrenaline numbed her sore scrapes and bruises, she couldn't feel anything but the sun and a sense of new expression. It wasn't sincerity, not emotional by definition. No, but this was an experience she could not place a name for, though she knew she liked it very much. She wanted to feel it again. Again and again if she could. 

Chisana ran again, breaking into half speed to full speed, she stretched her fingers into the ram hand sign and released her chakra, this time she got just a bit further. The rush was back, the excitement, it was short, only a few meters again, but it was there. (Speed: 30)

Out of breath, she beant over just a moment. Placing her hands on her knees and breathing deeply. The sun warmed her shoulders, and a cool breeze sent an icy shiver down her spine. Looking up there came the infamous misty clouds of Kumo. This was the warning nature gave, between the shift of the winds, the chill up her spine, and the air pressure that just seemed to drop. She peaked up at the skies and caught the first drops upon her nose. She rubbed it off, glancing at her yellow sweater. This last few weeks the poor fabric had seen water and grime like never the seamstress would have imagined. 

Just as the rain begun to pour, like a pop from the starting gun, she was off. The ground caught beneath her feet, changing slowly from hard to soft, changing the texture but not her force. She was off, jogging, running, racing, one hand sign and there it was, like lightning through the storm her body cracked through a flicker. One moment she was there, the next she was speeding to a stop a few meters away. (Speed:36) 

Her feet slid through the mud, creating a short foot and a half stretch of mud slather. It splashed up her knees and across her dress. Her hair caught a bit of it on the ends, and a smudge on her cheek, but this is when Chisana is at her best. Dirty and a winner. 

Word Count: 1212
Jutsu Request: Body Flicker
Stat Request: 12

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