It was the day following the party and Kunoichi was, as always, outside training. When s**t had really started to go down-though she was too oblivious to the world to really understand the severity of it-she'd tried to step up and do something along with everyone else. But she'd failed! She, who had been training her skills since she was a young kit chasing frogs in the fields, had failed. That had been her first real test of her fighting skills, but she couldn't do anything! Never before had she ever thought of herself as weak or too small until that night. She'd always been able to do anything she practiced on her own, no matter how many times it took her to do it. Out in her usual spot in the woods, the young Kitsu was twirling a quarterstaff around in her paws and body, an intense look of concentration on her face. The black hoodie she usually wore was draped over a tree branch, off the ground and free of dirt. Her long, red hair was tied back in a ponytail just behind her ears, the tip trailing down her back. Lately, she was growing more tired of the hoodie, so big and bulky and hard to maneuver in. Lately, she had been taking to wearing smaller, lighter clothing. Usually shorts with a crop top of some sort. Something that wouldn't bunch or tighten when she did her stretches or aerobatics.
Kunoichi was proud of her abilities. She had mostly taught herself, not having anyone around her as she grew with an interest in combat that could teach her. Her family preferred their wands. Only seemed to prefer their wands. She liked weapons. All kinds of weapons. Her favorite lately had been the quarterstaff, which she only recently had begun learning how to use. When she'd first started looking into training with weapons, she'd started with sharper things. Like throwing stars. Daggers. Swords. As she matured a bit and calmed the wilder nature she'd had as a kit, she'd started to desire learning how to use something that was less deadly. Something she could use to both hurt if she really needed to, but also something that wouldn't always hurt every time she used it. She still kept a dagger on her at all times as a precaution. You never knew what kind of Kitsu there were in the world.
Lowering the staff, Kunoichi walked on her two hind legs over to where her hoodie was, laying the staff against the trunk of the tree before she lowered herself to the ground. She took a long drink from the flash beside her, intent of having a five minute break before getting back at it.