Floral Advent (Flashback + Training)

Jojo entered the hall of the garden area. It was quite the interesting forte of thought about her as she would walk around with a small smile about her face. She loved it here and for that she would train that day and that day alone. She was only eight and her mother and father didn't care much for her presence that day so she would enter the area with a calm look about her inside her precious garden. Training, that was the mission that day and seeing as how she was in the garden for it, there wasn't any better way to do so for her.

With a calm smile she would enter the garden of green, red, yellow, and blue that surrounded her. She loved it here as she would smile while looking upwards into the plated ceiling of the greenhouse. She would ease her way about as she wore her white tunic in its fashionable manor. She enjoyed wearing white and tunic itself was such a good cloth to wear. She eased her way into the life as she would position her self outside into the green house with an ease about her, today she'll train ninjutsu.

An ease of pace with an ease of breathing, this would be fermented in her mind as she would breath lightly with a breath in and then a smooth breath out of her body. She would ease her mind about it as her eyes lengthened and she would pop her neck. Channeling chakra is the deal today and it was what she would have to do as the wind blew about the air. This was the regular fashion to do what needed done and the irregular career of thought making way through her. The process was ideal and the knowledge was surreal as it came about to be her own mind at work.

The pace to do about this was simple and not ironical to comprehend as it were. She easily knew what to do as she performed a single hand sign, the rat, to channel the chakra running through her being. She eased her momentum as the chakra burned through her and pushed about her at the inside as it crushed and fermented the inner workings of her very being. It was here that she comprehended the ease of action, the momentum of the chakra warming her skin, as the glow of the windows heated her of the outside. It was simple and effective.

With an ease she would look up and once the chakra built up had finished she would release the chakra through the earth. Feeling it shake lightly as the flowers shook. The shaking would not last long however as she would jump upwards and begin emitting the chakra from her feet as it would come down to being and ease of walking about the ceiling as she emitted the chakra outwards and stuck as she walked. The Ninjutsu training elements being merely to train on the chakra control of her very being.

With an ease about her she would ease her mind, allow it to empty all thoughts as she walked about. It would not take long until she finally fermented the art of Ninjutsu as she would ease about and walk along the ceiling some more with her mind at a rest and her ideals at a very common practice. She would not bother nor regret doing her actions as she trained. It was all easy about her, as she would ferment her ease here and there with the chakra built up until it failed. The chakra flattened her to her back as she fell into the compost pile. Luckily, she would catch herself with her hands extended to perform a back flip. Safely on her feet she stood.

Jojo would walk out of the green house and meditate into the garden. The time was past, and it was here that Jojo of the Hanakora took refuge within this realm of logical thought of the plane. She would be positioned inside the inner workings of her very own sanctum, the Flower Clan’s specific refuge spot where in one notices that they have the contingency of such a divine working and workmanship that one notes that this garden, this area of tranquility was an ideal meditation spot. Jojo would ease her mind at the correct moments, as she would find that she alone was able to succeed at this. With her eyes dimly shut and breathing in moments of proper respect, she found her way to fully succeed in the momentum at such an issue as it were.

Her mind at the ready she would pop her neck lightly and eventually she even found the nerves in her own mind to pin point and enter that which she kept at lock down with her own mindset. A sound to the east, this sound was something she truly could not position to her own, as she would widen her eyes. The sound was that of kunai flying through the air. A sound resembled much like that of a symphony in the wind as she would slam her easily, without trouble, and flip backwards. This motion would flip her backwards to where she did the theatric back flip and the stress entered her bodily flow. The tattoo along her forehead began to glow, as a single thought that was not; her own would slip into her consciousness, “Defend yourself.” This was something that she did not have experience with as her hands went at the ready with a fighting stance where she had beaten her wrists against each other making their own residual sound amongst the wind.

With ease about her, she would position water bins around her. It would not take much to get around and perform them well with her, as she would ease up her proper existence. The way to train was timed kunai launchers that were positioned everywhere around her as she would put to rest her mind and body as they were easily made well in what would be necessary for her to perform with outstanding measure. She used her hands to twirl around as a new kunai was launched from behind. The wind caught it as she would push her feet to the ground and throw water upwards to slow the kunai down, as she would kick it out of the air as it hit the ground beside her. It was going easier than first expected as the next kunai came in. It flung itself downwards upon her as to clip the wings of an angle as she would traverse and take care of it with an ease about her. It was simple and effective in the tranquility of the moment.

Her mind at the ready as three kunai came down and rained down upon her as she would fling more water upwards at these kunai and the ease about her would only trump that of what she knew as her water knocked two away while the third hit her shoulder. Clipping into it as it were, as she would cry out and expel a cry of pain. The pain was incredibly immense as she would breath slowly to ease the adrenaline flow that relaxed her body. She did not like the pain but she knew she was doing dangerous work. Her mind went sharp as there was a new shot coming through the air as it would be splashed and then kicked out of the way. She was about to be pissed off, well ideally she already was but there was no soul to beat on while here as it were.

So now her mind went to rest as she relaxed her arms and the bloody hand dripping down itself as the blood flowed down it, each drop resounding itself about. She would ease about as her mind went to mental fixation as it was. She would keep to and lived about now, as she would sense the largest trouble as she focused her chakra into the water around as now ten kunai, all from different directions, come flying in towards her. They flew with deadly aspects to heart and mind, as she would dodge them without a pivot while a water splash diverted the course evenly around her. She had easily known what to do as her hand body lucidly sped up and dodged what would be needed as the water was used to ideally serve a purpose to avoid death.

The blood in her should with the kunai puncture in would prove disappointing as she would ease her mind and would keep herself about while she would focus and push free of herself. The attacks she had lived with had justly been put to the test as she would punch through the mental block and allowed the water to rise up and rain down. Little did she know that rain had actually began to fall as she fell to her knees as her mind eased itself. She would reach up and pull the kunai free from her shoulder, as it would then be tossed to the side. That was all of them all together as she would sigh lightly. Focus, this was what she would need as she would bandage her shoulder up.

“Easy there little one.” A voice would call out as Jojo finished the bandages. “You seemed to have trouble but pushed through. Come inside, mother and I are done fighting so you can relax. Maybe have mother fix up your arm for you.” Father was kind and had eased up as to wrap his arms around and lift Jojo up. Jojo snuggled into him as she breathed lightly. She loved her father and his kind and warm heart. She would feel herself relax, as this would prove to be quite the venture around her.