Last-Minute Harsh training [Open to Yuki Nin]

The harsh Yukigakure winds brushed past the bare forms of his flesh as his palms dug into the jacket pockets along his sides, staring in front of him while walking down the pathway towards his small home, and his personal training ground just beside it. It was a little ways off from the village, and his favorite little area to train because of the weird weather conditions around his home. Upon reaching his small little house, he set down his sheaths onto the side of the door, taking up his newly aquired blades and set them up high in both palms, staring at their craftsmanship in perfect harmony. Only a dark smirk came up along his lips as he stared towards those wooden dummies at the end of the backyard, flickering towards one and slashing the left blade downwards, the mid-section tearing clean in half with that one swing. Twisting his foot around, keeping his balance, he flew forwards, the other three dummies in his way, and with three swings the effort was the same. As soon as he lowered them, the dummies had fallen from their hangings, and onto the ground. A darkened smirk showed along his lips as a spark of lightning roared past his palm. A demonic chuckle started to come over his vocals, standing up straight and to look back at his work.

"Kumo shall fall to it's own element.." He whispered, flicking his palm so much as to take a swing at the one closest to him, cutting the chain that was atop of the dummy and made the rest of it fall silently onto the ground.

After a while, he only started back towards his home, picking up the blades where he left them, placing them back where they were, and putting the new blades he had in their respective sheaths. Heading in his small house, he prepped himself for the upcoming mission, putting rations, small parcels of anything he needed, and just headed out the door, locking his door on the way out, and off towards some other part of the village, and maybe gonna go out on his own to Kumo. Maybe.

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