Weapon Practice: (closed, 527 word training topic)

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Standing on the foundation of the crumbled building, Saya feels quite at home. The burnt out shell of the building collapsed long ago, and now only this flat and empty clearing remained. The former owners of the property never rebuilt, they just put a fence up around it and left it to rot. This lot now sits off along the borders of Kiri’s bustling market district, and has become a favorite place for Saya to train with her various weapons.

As with each day before this, Saya begins with her most basic weapons, hefting her katana and spear, her short swords, and her kunai. Over the course of half the day, each of her weapons would get a thorough work out. Her new weapons always fell towards the end of her routine, so she could spend as much time as was needed to learn them. On her person this time, Saya had a new weapon she’d picked up while visiting her home land. Ashigaru merchants had all manner of weapons.

It was little more than a braided length of tough leather cord. It had solid metal weights on each of the ends of it, giving it weight so it could be swung and twirled about. In all the rope was about four feet long and was dyed a nice deep and dark black. It was a simple tool, and handy when it was called for. She’d positioned a few dummy targets through out the empty area, so she had something to aim at.

She holds the length of cord at about its half way point, and begins to quickly twirl the two ends of it above her head. It takes her only a moment to get the weights traveling at their full, and pretty rapid, speed. She hefts the snare forward and releases it, letting it spin its way through the air towards the closest dummy. When the rope hits it doesn’t do much damage, however both ends of the rope wrap perfectly around the dummy, and tangle them into a loose knot.

“Too easy. This thing is like a toy. I doubt I’ll ever even use it.” She says, and then yawns a little dismissively. She walks back over to the bola and untangles it. As she winds it back up she walks over towards the spear she’d cast aside hours ago. There was some ten or fifteen other various knives, swords, and shuriken scattered about that she’d collect before she was done. While Saya did like to train everyday, she usually stopped at sundown.

With the sun finally setting on the western horizon, Saya packs up all of her things. She slips her armored cloak back over her head, and straps her domed steel helmet into place on her head. She leaves her mask to rest on the handle of her scabbard, and makes her way home, just a little stronger from another day of practice.