Hebidoku, who was by far one of the more recent people in her village to be promoted to the rank of Anbu, took brisk strides towards an open green field. The grass was moderately flat, and made a soft crunching sound underneath Hebi's foot. A soft breeze would blow every once in a while, causing the green strands to sway to whatever direction the wind moved them. Hebi was wearing her standard Jonin vest, along with her Anbu coat, yet her mask was absent. Her feet were covered by soft sandals, which fit the woman perfectly, and made it almost a joyful activity to move in them. Her coat, on the other hand, seemed a tad bit too large for her, shown by the way it flapped around in the wind, almost completely escaping from Hebi's grasp.
The woman was slightly annoyed today (which seemed to actually be quite common with Hebi.). Despite slightly enjoying the scenery which stood before her, Hebi was irritated that she had to come out at all. Without thinking a single thing through, she had accepted a sparring match with an Anbu from Kumogakure. It was moments like that, in which Hebi made some of the stupidest decisions, in which she wished she were not alive.
But she was, and because of that, she had to be here. Her strides ended near what seemed to be the centre of the field, which had no trees to cover any sneaky Anbus. And besides, Hebi was on full alert. Any surprise attack would be noted, and swiftly countered. She calmed herself, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking almost serene. Her body only shifted slightly, to set itself in a more comfortable position. Hebi would await the arrival of her opponent patiently, and only ever so slightly eagerly. But she did not get ahead of herself. She was ready for anything.
The woman was slightly annoyed today (which seemed to actually be quite common with Hebi.). Despite slightly enjoying the scenery which stood before her, Hebi was irritated that she had to come out at all. Without thinking a single thing through, she had accepted a sparring match with an Anbu from Kumogakure. It was moments like that, in which Hebi made some of the stupidest decisions, in which she wished she were not alive.
But she was, and because of that, she had to be here. Her strides ended near what seemed to be the centre of the field, which had no trees to cover any sneaky Anbus. And besides, Hebi was on full alert. Any surprise attack would be noted, and swiftly countered. She calmed herself, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking almost serene. Her body only shifted slightly, to set itself in a more comfortable position. Hebi would await the arrival of her opponent patiently, and only ever so slightly eagerly. But she did not get ahead of herself. She was ready for anything.
