Strike First, Questions Later: Basic Taijutsu Class

Amara watched Keid carefully as he interacted with Shiro-sensei. The young boy had a clear flash of rage beneath his sparkling blue eyes, though Amara thought little of it. Who wouldn't be at least a little annoyed when struck at high speeds with a writing instrument? Still, it was worth acknowledging and watching. You may finish your set. She said in response to Keid's question, I'm not much of a physical specialist if I'm being honest. You would find my physical abilities quite laughable honestly. Finish your set, then I'll do the required workout Shiro-sensei mentioned and I think I'll call it a day. Amara said, raising the pads once more and that's exactly what she would do unless Keid had a problem with it.

Once he was done with his set, Amara would get to work with the pushups and such that Shiro had ordered. It was slow going for the scrawny girl, her arms shook violently after just two, but she had to see it through and just hope no one was paying too much attention to her. Perhaps signing up for the Taijutsu class had been a bit of a mistake after all. She knew though that that wasn't the case. Shiro-sensei had been a wealth of information and she now knew how to speed up her shape-drawing capabilities, which would prove invaluable in any upcoming exams. Considering the sheer number of students who had shown up to the taijutsu class compared to any of the others she had enrolled in, Amara knew this would be a physically dominant group of shinobi. Eventually, she managed to complete the grueling workout and began to collect her things.

Thank you for your instruction today, Shiro-sensei. Amara said with a bow, I look forward to future classes with you, which can't be said for some of the other instructors I've interacted with. Her mind drifted back to the abysmal seals class for a brief moment before she turned to leave. No point in dwelling on the past, what's done is done.

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