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Academy Adventures: Korri Byakko: Part 3 Thwack! Thud! Thwack!
I stared intently at the target and clenched my kunai tightly in my right hand. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my neck, beginning to soak my shirt as I profusely perspired from the intense training. The first time I trained this diligently and fervently was when I was back at the academy. I could remember it like it was yesterday.
The wood began to splinter off and puncture my bare hands causing them to bleed and the flesh to sting with a burning sensation from being exposed to the surrounding air. I wanted to give up. I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to roll up in a ball to escape this torture.
I could hear my mother's voice in my head telling me not to give up. She would tell me to give it everything I've got and that I was strong enough to pull through. My dad would tell me that if I couldn
Kori Byakko: Academy Adventures: Part 2 While attending the academy, I had very few friends. I always had my nose in a book rather than socializing and trying to create new moves that we didn't even have the capability to preform yet. I was focused on becoming capable.
Of the few friends I had at the academy, one was a boy named Rentaro Warashi. I'll be honest at first glance I didn't like him one bit. He seemed like he'd only cause me trouble and if I wanted to be an amazing kunoichi like the rest of my clan members.
After I got to know him and we struggled through our conflicts, I didn't dislike him nearly as much. I realized I had merely misunderstood him. "Don't ever judge a book by its cover."
"Hey! What's your name?"
I looked up to see one of the boys in my class staring straight into my eyes with a smirk of confidence spreading over his face. He leaned back, crossing his arms behind hi
Kori Byakko: Academy Adventures: Part 1 Last night, I had this strange dream that still haunts me in the daylight. It all seemed so real, so familiar. I could smell the smell that was so dear to me; I could remember it so clearly. It was fragrant It seemed I was reliving a wonderful time in my life. It was mother's day and I wanted to do all I could to make it the day my mother would never forget.
"Excuse me, mister. Can I buy a bouquet of roses from you?" I asked simply.
"For your mother?"
"Yes, sir. It's mother's day after all."
I was always somewhat naïve and ditzy as a child. My mother occasionally told me I lacked discipline as well. She's the reason I've trained so hard to be the way I am today. I wanted to be like her because she was my mother.
If she gardened, I'd watch her and learn. What plants were poisonous? What plants were edible? Question after q
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