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intraspectiveRight after her first period class Ino had handwavily stopped by her alcove, before heading out into the Preserve. She made sure to go much further in than she figured most people around here would go. Stopping in a small clearing, Ino set her water bottle, and the few granola bars she’d brought with her, to the side and fell to stretching.
Ino’d tried the social thing yesterday, even drinking Reno’s booze and making almost-promises at a spar for sometime in the future, but… somehow… the social thing was so totally unappealing today. Thoughts knocking in her head and thinking wasn’t working.
She didn’t feel like smiling for other people. Not when the creeping sense of uselessness dogged the back of her mind. Not when she couldn’t shake her mind free of believing that, perhaps, she really didn’t matter. And, if she did--because she knew it wasn’t like she was special or anything, just a girl, one who worked for her skills and with a family tradition but still, nothing, irreplaceable--could she deal with that?
Not right now. She needed to think. Away from people. She didn’t need anyone else’s opinion clouding her mind, muddling her thoughts, making her lose the conclusion. Where was her conclusion?
Ino fell into a stance, hands going up, before lashing out in a vicious kick at an enemy that existed only in her mind. Too slow! She spun, ducked, and weaved, moving to a rhythm only she could hear. Faster. Chakra to her feet, speeding her past what she could achieve on her own, and dodging around trees, sometimes up into them--and flip--before landing lightly and battle ready again. Start it all over then. The steps changing as the trees around her did, but her eyes remained the same. Steady. Cold. Focused.
Once more to battle then. This was a battle. Everything was a battle. Only the ground differed. Only the weapons needed. Ino narrowed her concentration until nothing mattered but the area right around her and all the things in her head, hammering those nagging useless thoughts out through her training. Each punch. Each kick.
She’d be here all day, and most of the night.
Ino was fine with that. Needed it. She’d be okay.
Work tomorrow. It was better to be tired and maybe closer to an answer than to be wide awake and just talking through the same argument she’d been having with Cable-san lately. Something had to give.
Let’s see what I find then.
Spin. Kick. Dart around a tree and then up.
Who said thinking’s got to be just a mental thing anyway? Throw a punch. Stupid.
It’d be a long night.
[Establishy.]
Ino’d tried the social thing yesterday, even drinking Reno’s booze and making almost-promises at a spar for sometime in the future, but… somehow… the social thing was so totally unappealing today. Thoughts knocking in her head and thinking wasn’t working.
She didn’t feel like smiling for other people. Not when the creeping sense of uselessness dogged the back of her mind. Not when she couldn’t shake her mind free of believing that, perhaps, she really didn’t matter. And, if she did--because she knew it wasn’t like she was special or anything, just a girl, one who worked for her skills and with a family tradition but still, nothing, irreplaceable--could she deal with that?
Not right now. She needed to think. Away from people. She didn’t need anyone else’s opinion clouding her mind, muddling her thoughts, making her lose the conclusion. Where was her conclusion?
Ino fell into a stance, hands going up, before lashing out in a vicious kick at an enemy that existed only in her mind. Too slow! She spun, ducked, and weaved, moving to a rhythm only she could hear. Faster. Chakra to her feet, speeding her past what she could achieve on her own, and dodging around trees, sometimes up into them--and flip--before landing lightly and battle ready again. Start it all over then. The steps changing as the trees around her did, but her eyes remained the same. Steady. Cold. Focused.
Once more to battle then. This was a battle. Everything was a battle. Only the ground differed. Only the weapons needed. Ino narrowed her concentration until nothing mattered but the area right around her and all the things in her head, hammering those nagging useless thoughts out through her training. Each punch. Each kick.
She’d be here all day, and most of the night.
Ino was fine with that. Needed it. She’d be okay.
Work tomorrow. It was better to be tired and maybe closer to an answer than to be wide awake and just talking through the same argument she’d been having with Cable-san lately. Something had to give.
Let’s see what I find then.
Spin. Kick. Dart around a tree and then up.
Who said thinking’s got to be just a mental thing anyway? Throw a punch. Stupid.
It’d be a long night.
[Establishy.]
