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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:14 pm
Mara had recently joined a genin team. Unfortunately, they had only met once and it had ended with the loss of a team member. Not knowing when the group would get back together, she scouted outside the Akuma house for a training ground. Setting up in a meadow, her area was about the size of a two-bedroom house. In one corner was an intricate maze of metal poles. In the opposite corner was a large duffel bag, around which stood a few of it's contents: A water bottle, some ankle weights, and multiple sizes of lifting weights. The rest Mara would use for practicing her forms. Also she planned on practicing her turns while running, because everytime she had to make a sharp turn these days she was either unacceptably slow or tripped, which was even less acceptable.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 6:53 pm
Stepping out of the corner where her Bag was stored, Mara checked her ankle weights once more and stepped out into the middle area. Taking off at a run, she concentrated on the movement of her feet across the ground. As The end of her cleared path neared, she tried to turn by turning her right foot so the toe pointed to the left and crossed over her left foot, the made her left foot follow. No go. She tripped on her own leg as her left foot came around and ended up clumsily slapping the ground. And jammed her finger. And had to stop to ice it.
"God I'm a wimp."
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