>>5786018>>5786025>>5786073>>5786098You take the kunai and test its weight in your hand. You’ve seen them before while rooting through your mom’s things, but you haven’t actually practiced with them yet. You wind up your arm experimentally and practice the motion of whipping it at one of the pears in the tree a few times, getting nice and ready to not totally botch your throw.
After a few moments of mentally preparing, you feel a surge of confidence and whip it at the lowest hanging pear you see.
It flies straight, thankfully, but you whiff the throw by a pretty wide margin and nail the kunai into the wooden fence behind the tree. You look at Juro-Sensei.
“Well? Go get it! Run!”
You sprint as fast as you can to retrieve the kunai and then sprint as fast as you can back to the spot Juro-Sensei wants you throwing it from. You weren’t tired yet, but you could see how you’d get tired pretty quickly if you kept missing. You take a second to catch your breath-
“Keep throwing, I want the minimal amount of downtime possible. If you can’t learn to aim you’ll at least get to be a good runner.”
Muttering to yourself you throw the kunai again without taking any prep time, and whiff the throw even worse. Having learned the essential nature of this training by now you don’t bother waiting for Juro-Sensei to tell you to go get it. Sprint there, sprint back, throw, miss, sprint there, sprint back, throw, miss. This continues for the better part of an hour. At first, Juro-Sensei yells at you whenever you stop to rest for too long, but as you get progressively more exhausted he begins becoming more lenient with you.
By the time an hour has gone by you’re tired as hell and have transitioned into more of weak half-jog/half-walk shuffle than anything approaching a sprint. You still haven’t scored a single hit on a pear and are becoming really hungry.
Your irritation with your lack of ability in throwing this fucking thing straight and earning yourself a little break eventually gets the better of you: Instead of taking time to properly aim on this, your ultimate throw, you just huck the kunai as aggressively as possible towards the general direction of the tree branches hoping to at least hit one of the pears through sheer dumb look.
The kunai flied between the branches and goes sailing over the academy yard’s fence. You shoot Juro-Sensei a panicked look.
“Woops! Well, go get it! Hope you didn’t hit anything important!” He says, grinning at you maniacally, evidently taking great satisfaction in how fucked you were.
Restraining yourself from swearing under your breath, you weakly jog over to the fence and clumsily clamber over it. Internally you offer a prayer: ‘Please, Kami-Sama, don’t give me a nightmare on the other side of this fence…’
