Shampoo and Conditioning [Mizu's Training]

Purple eyes opened to a ceiling and a bright smile immediately split the face that they belonged to. Mizu sat up on her bed and stretched upwards with a yawn. Her arms pushed out to the side and she took a deep breath, filling her lungs and letting it out through her nose. With a hop and a flick of her tail she sent herself up onto her feet and bounced on her toes a few times. It was time for a new day and she had some training that she needed to do. She'd been put into a team already and was more than happy about it. Her teammates were really cute and they were a couple and it was great.

The thought made her smile again and she wiggled slightly, tail swishing around, thankfully her room was big enough that she didn't smash anything with her tail. With that done she hunted through her clothes, most strewn about on the floor, in order to find something wore. She chose a tank top and a pair of shorts to keep herself modest. She was pretty sure her scales done a good enough job of that but people were kind of weird and seemed to dislike nudity so she didn't want to do anything silly and get into trouble.

With that done she hopped out into her back garden, although it was quite bare just yet they hadn't had much time to grow anything. It was the perfect place to get some training done though and she slammed her hands onto her hips. With that done she started to squat, repeatedly. She already had pretty powerful thighs but she needed to get her butt stronger if she wanted to use her Vitality Impact Style to its maximum effect. She started to deepen her squats after a while, pushing her lower half as far as it would go, focusing hard and keeping her tail out of the way so it wouldn't help her.

Eventually it was a bit much however and she slumped forwards onto her hands and knees, panting loudly. A little bit of chakra flow and she created some water to drink before getting back to her feet, revitalised already. The next thing to do was dance! So she did, she put the music on in her mind and started to dance, using her hips and chest as pendulums and counterbalances to get her body moving properly, it did feel weird but she was only starting with this style, eventually it would get much easier and eventually she would be able to use her body to its full effect and smash people easily. She didn't really want to kill people but she would if she had to protect her friends.

If anything she could always just knock people out and be happy enough doing that... Which seemed like a good enough idea as any to her. So she stopped her training, feeling quite tired and giggled brightly before turning and flopping onto the grass, breathing deeply and letting her body get its energy back. She was Aqua tribe though so she was pretty dang good at that if she was being honest.

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Deep in the night, a young girl lay in her bed and thrashed to the call of a nightmare. It was always difficult like this and although they were incredibly rare they were difficult to deal with and she really didn't like them. Her tail swung around, smacking into the floor and the wall as she lay there, writhing in faux pain that her mind was trying to project onto her. She wished these would stop but she was deep in the throws of this one and it wasn't going to be leaving her any time soon. At least the pain had died down now... It was just creepy, she could feel it lurking in her mind...

It was dark but it was always dark here. Not dark as in the lights were dim, not dark as though the moon was shrouded by the clouds as the thing didn't know what the moon was. It had heard of the subject through dreams, through regurgitated screams and curses as the emotions of victims resonated through its very form. It didn't know what they meant though, their memories gave some insight but not enough. It was a ball of light in the sky, white light, but it was dim? That was because it was small and very high up. This 'Moon' was in the sky apparently but what was the sky?

The creature had to stop and think of that for a moment. It didn't know what the sky was, but it seemed to play an important role to some of the prey. They were told to reach for the sky, that it was the limit, was the moon something the prey created? It was in the sky, which was their limit. Broken fragmented memories, recollections that related to the subject drifted across its sight, like visions through a shattered window. The prey had breached the sky and landed on the moon, so it wasn't the limit, they were told lies... Why? Almost all of the creature's knowledge came from instinct and that instinct had driven it to kill and devour prey, the prey then imparted more knowledge and understanding onto the creature, allowing it to become more alive. Whatever it meant to be truly alive anyway. The creature was still a thing of mindless instinct and needs, it didn't devour because it wanted to learn more, that was just a side effect. A pulsing through its emotions reminded it that it needed to eat soon or else it would waste away and become meal for the packs that roamed this darkness.

Shattered, fragmented eyes swivelled around, reading the eddies and currents of the shadows that surrounded it. This was the place it knew as home, or what the prey would call it. A hunting ground but not for the sustenance that this creature needed. It had to find a rift, a place where the dark had parted so that it could go into the light for a short time. It huffed out a breath between metallic teeth, grinding against one another as its jaws closed, forming a perfectly interlocking plate of fangs. It turned and loped into the void, head lolling and swaying as it moved, scanning the surroundings. There was one close, it could feel it, the... Wind on its face.

The rift was just that, a scar in the darkness, light poured in although it was faint. What did the prey call this? Night, the memories answered it. Long claws, sleek and black reached out of the darkness of the rift, tips digging into the asphalt, piercing through with ease. Soft crunches sounded as it hauled its bulk out of the relative safety and warmth of the dark womb. Its feet landed on the ground and the sinuous ropes of its wings fluttered out last, drifting around it and tasting the air, the spaded tips starting to pulse infrared radiation. The gash in the road closed behind the creature and it was left here. Lights atop poles stared down at it and it swayed to the side, bringing its head down for its many eyes to stare at what it was standing on. Was this world always like this? The memories told it that the world was similar but that the 'road' wasn't this small. There were white lines drawn on it. The creature found this curious but where had it learned curiosity? It wondered that itself.

The thing turned and shifted on, head swaying back and forth, body arched low in a hunting stance, long claws dragging along the ground. Why did the claws drag? They didn't do that in the darkness, they were so loud, they weren't like that before, the ground before was quiet. It turned and hissed at its claws, parting its teeth for a moment to utter the sound, the claws must have been at fault. A memory, no, more of a piece of knowledge drifted through the sight of the creature. The ground was made of a different material. Turning and leaning down again, it breathed at the material and hissed at it... It would seem the knowledge was correct. This was different, it didn't flutter away when it breathed, it held its ground, braver material it would seem. It didn't matter, the prey here was slow and weak, they wouldn't be able to run, not even with warning.

Confusion passed through it, the knowledge was helpful sometimes but it tried to impart emotions upon it, the creature did not like this. It turned and bolted into the somewhat darkness, it was filled with large objects in browns and greens, apparently they were called trees according to the prey's memories. The leaves brushed against the creature's shoulders and the top of its head as it ran forwards, arched low, claws out, slicing easily through the trunks of the trees as it run. It could feel one now, it was close, stopped, waiting. It was sitting in a growling metal monster though, small... So small.

The thing lowered its body, barreling out of the trees and slamming into the side of the metal creature, shattering  clear parts of it into shards and denting its skin, sending it skidding backwards and tipping it over, its underside exposed. Claws lashed out, rending through it like paper, one tip punching into something softer and pulling the prey out of the metal creature, tossing them aside and bouncing them off the ground with a wet 'thwap'. The metal thing bled black and foul blood and seemed to be slain, it couldn't be feasted on though. The hunger pangs rocked the creature, now that the prey was closer they couldn't be ignored. It stepped over to the prey, they reeked of fear and blood, the claw had ripped one of its legs off and it was leaking lifeblood onto the ground yet continued to try and crawl away. The knowledge told it that this prey was male, whatever that was, and that it was dying. That wasn't good, that it could understand. It needed to devour now.

It lurched forwards and loomed over the 'man', claws coming down and punching through his arms into the road below. The man screamed and writhed but that just made the claws slice into his flesh and grate against his bones, making him stop. He was going to die soon, it had to be quick. Its jaws parted, pops and crunches echoing into the night as the jaws opened fully and a clang erupted as the snapped shut once more, cleaving perfectly through the front portion of the prey's skull and slicing off a piece of what was inside the bone, the brain the knowledge told it. A long white tongue, dripping oil, slid out of its maw as the teeth opened again and dragged the brain out allowing it to devour the material. The teeth snapped shut again as it snapped forwards, rending the head off of this man. It then carefully grabbed the top of the spine with its teeth before wrenching it out in a single motion and swallowing it whole, blood spattered across its head and the ground, warmer, tastier blood.

The creature howled to the night, a noise no prey would be able to hear. A shudder rocked through its body as the information overloaded its nervous system for a few moments, giving it something like ecstasy. This was why it ate, not just for strength but for this feeling, for the knowledge... Wasn't that different to the thoughts before? The creature pulled itself back, making itself cognisant again. More information ran before its eyes now, it wouldn't keep all of this but it had time to enjoy what it had learned

...

This prey was different. It was a hunter too. Information fluttered in front of the creature's eyes of how this one had taken others of its kind, bringing them into darkness, hurting them, killing them, making sport of their corpses. It would be seen as strong for its kind but it... He was dead now. The creature looked through this knowledge though. This man didn't just kill for nourishment or sport as others did he killed for pleasure, for enjoyment but he didn't just kill, he hurt? Why hurt when you could kill? The memories told him it was due to the reactions. The way they acted when they were hurt? Like the screaming, the spraying blood, the wailing? This creature wanted to experience that, why could this prey get enjoyment when it hunted but it couldn't? It could only get enjoyment when it killed, that wasn't good enough according to these memories.

Chattering left it, the teeth clacking together as it turned. The wings on its back, twelve long tendrils, spread out and above, sending out pulses to find the next one. It didn't need to eat, this one was for fun. There was a prey nearby, they seemed to be running, not quickly though, a jog? The creature ran towards them, faster this time, lunging and sprinting rather than loping. It broke the tree cover and drove its claws into the ground, arresting its momentum. Eyes snapped up and looked at the prey that had stopped. The prey looked up at it and seemed about to make a sound... A warning call perhaps? The thing stepped forwards and pushed them to the ground instead, knocking the wind out of them.

It stepped forwards and the knowledge it had taken told it of vitals points, of where it could strike in order to stop the prey from moving but not kill them. The wings shot forwards, tendrils punching through the prey's hands and their ankles, pinning them to the ground. They screamed and writhed around but it understood that as pain and the memories tried to impart pleasure upon it... It let them. It shuddered with the delight and brought its claws in, the tip of one pressed to the base of the prey's throat and dragged down, slicing through the strangely coloured skin that it wore but leaving the natural layer. Clothing. Not skin. It shook its head in confusion before leaning in closer and breathing on the skin, the breath ripped the moisture from it, causing it to crack and flake immediately. The claw came back but this time it pressed in to the shoulder and slid down to the elbow, parting the skin and opening it up in a spray of blood.

The creature hissed, it couldn't see anything under the all of the blood. It breathed on the wound, drying up the blood, preventing the prey from losing too much and it examined what it found. Bone, it would seem, crunchy, that was what it bit before. Did all of the body have this bone? The memories told the beast that this was so. Moving back to the abdomen it pressed its talon in close and pulled it down, the tip slicing the skin open from throat to pubis. The dessication had dug in deep though, no blood poured out, that was good. The prey gasped and writhed but they were stuck... That was good, not that they would be able to escape anyway. It tapped a claw against the bone covering. A memory told it that ripping this off would kill the person, it had to be smarter than that. Sliding the claw down it snapped each rib in turn before removing the ribcage and tossing it aside. It clacked as it bounced on the ground and the organs were revealed.

They were interesting. It leaned in close, compound eyes all focusing forwards, the surroundings didn't matter. The prey wasn't making noise. It looked up and realised that the pain must have been too much, the prey was gone. It snarled and then flung the human aside with a swing of its arm, casting her body away. Sounds. Now that the wings were released it could use them to sense its surroundings, there were others, more prey. It turned and looked across them, wings up to stay alert. There were many, more than one. They were weak though, it could kill them but they weren't attacking. They were all holding small objects, objects that glinted in the light, it leaned closer and started to take a step when one of the objects roared and unleashed fire. The fire struck the creature and it looked down but there was nothing. Another bark, another fleck of fire bouncing off of the creature. Were these weapons? It didn't have to fight them, it didn't want to fight them, why fight when there was nothing to fight for? It didn't need to feast.

The creature moved back and scanned its head side to side. There was another rift, did the darkness respond to its wants? It could only detect openings when it needed to feed, perhaps it did. It shook its head and turned, loping away towards the comfort of the shadows, the memories already fading, they didn't flutter across its sight anymore, they didn't distract it or make it feel but for the first time it had let them in. It could still feel the pleasure that the first prey felt, that still pulsed through its very being, perhaps it would visit the world of the prey more often now, perhaps it would learn to indulge in pleasure again.

But not now, there was danger and it needed the shadows. Its body slid into the scar easily enough and the void took it back to where it lived...

...Back to where they lived.

She sat up suddenly, panting and snapping her head around, paranoia and fear filling her mind after waking up from such a nightmare. A shudder ran through her spine but she managed to calm herself down and reach up to run her hands over her face. Mizu got out of bed and walked through to her bathroom, checking herself over to make sure she hadn't clawed herself accidentally or anything like that. She then splashed some water on her face to wake herself up. It was still late but she wasn't getting back to sleep, at least she had some stuff to do.

She pulled on a top and a jacket with a pair of shorts before heading out into the back yard and stretching a few times. Her parents were still asleep so she'd need to be quiet but she had wanted to practice with her Water Release for some time now. She knew that most of her water was soapy and she spat some out onto the ground before running forwards and leaping onto it. Sure enough she was sent hurtling forwards, causing her to giggle before immediately slipping and landing on her back. Thankfully she was pretty tough and it didn't really hurt her that much, instead just causing her to laugh. She got back to her feet and realised that with her body and tail, she could probably control herself better on the soap.

When she leaped onto this time she kept her body low and tail out, sliding forwards and then stomping into the soap to stop herself immediately. A bright grin hit her features and she slammed her hands onto her hips. "Aww yeah! It's soap time!" She whispered before using the slippery surface to get a bit more momentum on her butt and hips, swinging them around and realising that she could definitely do so with a lot of force now. She was definitely getting better at it and that made her real happy. She would make her parents proud with her techniques and smash her opponents with her assets.

After another few hours she heard her parents getting up and she wiped up the soap a bit before turning and running back into the home to go for a shower and get herself cleaned of the slippery stuff before they questioned what was happening, she didn't want to worry them with her nightmares and the like.

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