Post by Yosh on Feb 23, 2012 22:15:04 GMT -8
Hinata paused, halting her practiced movements as she deactivated her family's famed kekkkei genkai. Hunching over, she placed her hands on her knees as she gasped heavily for air, unable to get enough of it into her lungs now that she had finished another set of juken moves. Closing her eyes, squinting them against the sting of sweat curving down her forehead to irritate her pupils, she struggled to slow her breathing down; inhaling deeply and swallowing briefly as she tried to recapture her winded breath.
She had been training most of the morning--a rare treat, spending a whole morning on an activity rather than being called here and there--and so far, she was less then pleased with her performance. Her legs cramped, protest echoing up her limbs; it had been too long since she had been able to have the long training session she needed, and she already knew that she would pay for it tomorrow morning.
As her heart beat gradually slowed closer and closer to it's normal pace, Hinata blinked her eyes open slowly. Rolling her shoulders, she tilted her head back on her neck to stare up at the training posts standing tall, despite generations of shinobi trying to chip away at them; unmovable and almost defiant in the bright clearing. She swallowed again, her gaze trailing up, a hand moving to shade her eyes against the sun as she studied the blue spring sky.
Then again, it wasn't so much that she was disappointed in her performance (even though she was less then happy with that, if she were to dwell on it) as so much as she was disappointed in how sporadic her training solo training sessions were becoming. Oh, sure, a less vigilant person could argue that she still trained daily, with either her old teammates, or her sister, or even her cousin when he could pull away from his paperwork, but they rarely lasted as long as she needed before she was pulled away.
It was funny... Well, maybe not in the conventional 'haha' sense, but it was at the very least ironic. When she had been younger, Hinata had just assumed that she would be able to balance her time better when she was older, especially as parent enforced 'curfews' and restraints became a thing of the past. However, now that she was an adult, she found that she was stretched thinner then ever. Between missions, her own family obligations (that paled in comparison to Neji's, which always sparked the question how he was able to so flawlessly balance everything without batting an eye) and time with her precious people, she felt herself lacking.
Hinata straightened, ignoring the way her undershirt clung awkwardly to her torso like a stiff second skin. Pushing errant stray strands of her hair out of her face, she wiped the gathered perspiration off of her forehead, studying the familiar training posts with a renewed determination; she had to make the most of her time here while she was there.
Rolling back her shoulders, she fell into the familiar stance that she had been drilled with since she was old enough to stand, Hinata took a deep breath, focusing once more as she went through her taijutsu moves once more, sans the Byakugan.
She had been training most of the morning--a rare treat, spending a whole morning on an activity rather than being called here and there--and so far, she was less then pleased with her performance. Her legs cramped, protest echoing up her limbs; it had been too long since she had been able to have the long training session she needed, and she already knew that she would pay for it tomorrow morning.
As her heart beat gradually slowed closer and closer to it's normal pace, Hinata blinked her eyes open slowly. Rolling her shoulders, she tilted her head back on her neck to stare up at the training posts standing tall, despite generations of shinobi trying to chip away at them; unmovable and almost defiant in the bright clearing. She swallowed again, her gaze trailing up, a hand moving to shade her eyes against the sun as she studied the blue spring sky.
Then again, it wasn't so much that she was disappointed in her performance (even though she was less then happy with that, if she were to dwell on it) as so much as she was disappointed in how sporadic her training solo training sessions were becoming. Oh, sure, a less vigilant person could argue that she still trained daily, with either her old teammates, or her sister, or even her cousin when he could pull away from his paperwork, but they rarely lasted as long as she needed before she was pulled away.
It was funny... Well, maybe not in the conventional 'haha' sense, but it was at the very least ironic. When she had been younger, Hinata had just assumed that she would be able to balance her time better when she was older, especially as parent enforced 'curfews' and restraints became a thing of the past. However, now that she was an adult, she found that she was stretched thinner then ever. Between missions, her own family obligations (that paled in comparison to Neji's, which always sparked the question how he was able to so flawlessly balance everything without batting an eye) and time with her precious people, she felt herself lacking.
Hinata straightened, ignoring the way her undershirt clung awkwardly to her torso like a stiff second skin. Pushing errant stray strands of her hair out of her face, she wiped the gathered perspiration off of her forehead, studying the familiar training posts with a renewed determination; she had to make the most of her time here while she was there.
Rolling back her shoulders, she fell into the familiar stance that she had been drilled with since she was old enough to stand, Hinata took a deep breath, focusing once more as she went through her taijutsu moves once more, sans the Byakugan.
