It had been a long morning. Aeliza had woken up at 5:30 that morning cleaning the small wooden cabin she currently resided in. Her morning routine first involved polishing her heirloom blade, before preparing a small breakfast of fish and rice, and finally she wiped down the inside of the cabin. After her morning routine she then gathered the old wood cutters axe and went out back to prepare the wood for the day.
What was left of her father’s property had apparently been left with minimal upkeep and renovation only allowing for the most basic of utilities such as a gas stove and working plumbing. Most water had to be gathered from a nearby well and wood chopped for even a quick bath. Living in this condition required diligence and the weakness in Aeliza’s small frame generally had to be augmented with her Samurai techniques to smooth out the process, but the morning was good training for her and helped to prepare her for the ninja academy.
Before heading out she had one final activity. Vision training, The act of visualizing an opponent and the foundation of her new training method without her mother. It had been a good month of traveling that separated her from her traditional training regiment and despite going over these kata's since she was four it still seemed foreign to her in some way. Arguably more the feeling of being apart from her training rather than the idea that she didn't already know the fighting style she had been practicing since four. Her training started with a meditative visualization, Normally she practiced with her mother, but her father seemed to be the one to perfect the style so for this visualization she picked him. He sat and his voice rippled through her mind instructing the both of them to rise. The two then did so taking the core stance chest out legs back and hand on their respective blade. The mental image of her father rippling with a circle ice around him touching the very furthest parts of his reach. Within this mental battle her father stepped forward almost disappearing from her sight despite the casual walking pace only for her to answer his visage with her blade connecting first with his blade and then with his throat. After a calming second she turned back to where she initially envisioned her father, him sitting there with a smile on his face. She got back into position knowing her training was far from over he activated his private Ice shadow clone justu, transforming the imagined environment around them into an army of ice shadows, to which she then returned to her stance. The battle went on like this for a short while, actively cutting the illusions that entered her circle until the weight of her sword actively started to weigh her down. As the shadows approached she eliminated them two at a time before sheathing her blade, however; unlike normal something felt off about her training. Normally when undergoing this mental training there is some kind of sense of urgency, the shadow's pick up in speed, but now so far away from everything she knows they seem to slow down or even disappear as she loses track of them. Frustrated by this change she bows to her imagined father grabs her towel and prepares her post training bath, before setting off to meet with her family.
Aeliza having finally begun to depart to Isonade, the isle of mist and bamboo found boarding had been a simple task. the isle was the unofficial training ground for students often filled with stories of the great beasts that dwelled and hunted within the various cavernous networks within; still this ride had been the perfect time for her to reflect on her current situation. Born and raised outside the ninja lands she grew up on stories of her father’s days as a shinobi. Eager to learn her father had many reservations, so she ended up spending most of her youth training with her mother, who unfortunately never figured out the secrets of a ninja. Yet years of pushing and prodding the girl now found that she was here within the land of the ninja’s a statement that by sound alone carried an almost feather light feeling to it. Not that it wasn’t dangerous, when she traveled through the lands of iron on her way here she saw firsthand the type of destruction the powers of a ninja could bring as the plight and misery of those who remained there revealed, but even that disaster couldn’t quiet the hope in her heart.
Getting off the boat at 08:15 she hadn’t realized she had been so late, but that had given rise to the other problem in her mind. Her mother in an act of kindness had talked her distant relative into meeting her and helping her train. She probably thought it was important for her to get to know her distant family now that she would be staying so close by, but ever since she arrived she had been hearing disconcerting things about her cousin. Nothing immediately bad, more disconcerting; when she had introduced herself to others they would often bring him up. All the boys would get stricken with some kind of fear and would frequently call him out on his delinquency and disrespect towards his father, but more strange than when she talked with the boys were what the girls had to say. Apparently he was some kind of skirt chaser. He didn’t just capture the heart of one or two girls, but almost every one of them had something weird to say about him. With all the attention he apparently got, Aeliza had begun to fear her cousin was secretly a Wutong Shen or atleast some kind of delinquent skirt chaser. She however also had to meet with him; there was nothing she could do. It would be incredibly disrespectful to her mother if she didn’t and so with a huff of her breath and a guarded hand on her sword she moved towards the meeting place.
Technique Learned: Attack of the demon ice training over 403/200
This thread is missing some music, so... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k9nt2z6j1Q