[B][Center]Minoru Maki[/Center][/B]
[I]Snap![/I] A target hanging on the side of a spiraling, skyward column suddenly had an arrow sticking through it.

From fifty yards away, Minoru was pleased to see his placement. His skills were steadily getting sharper, both in craftsmanship and accuracy. Before he'd be off to meet up with his new sensei and teammate, he was sticking to his regular program of early morning shooting on his handcrafted range. Not letting the small victory get to his head, he slipped a second arrow in place and fired. Without seeing the result, he launched another. Then two more. Three at a time. Again. And he was finished.

Skipping across a tiled roof, he built up speed before taking a charging leap over the space between the closest building. With his legs swinging beside him, he cleared the parapet and tumbled into a continued run. Hanging his bow over his back, he climbed an uneven stone wall, which led to the column holding his target. Tugging on a lever, he set a pulley system in motion that lowered the target like a curtain.

[B]"Hmm.. been better."[/B] Under close inspection, he saw that most of his secondary shots narrowly missed their marks. Which wasn't that bad, on a live enemy they still would've left a nasty injury, but for the purposes of morning training it was... merely satisfactory. [I]Ah well, better get going.[/I] Before he'd started his training, his mother told him where to meet with his sensei and teammate. Collecting his arrows, he took a stone out of his pocket to sharpen them before returning them to his quiver. Hanging his target once more, he set off to go see what life held in store.
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[Center][B]Daisuke Hanamoto[/B][/Center]
Left, right, duck, swipe, left, swipe, stab! Daisuke was hard at work, doing combat against a bwooden training dummy rigged to spin. It tested reflexes, resolve, and, more than anything else, patience. No matter how many times he managed to stab it, it would never be defeated, therefore he figured it was perfect for keeping himself sharp. His white hair, sweat saturated, stuck to his forehead, a large tuft flapping over the center of his skull as he evaded.

But looking at a clock shocked him, he had places to be! Taking a final stab, he pulled his kunai from the dummy and pocketed it, throwing his bloodied practice shirt to the floor before running to take a shower and clean up. Having done his hair to his satisfaction, he grabbed a yellow jacket and a pair of oak toned pants before snatching his gear and running off. His feet carried him like a ball rolling down a hill.

Minutes later, he arrived at a monument, seeing one person in particular, Ruri's servant. That could be only mean one thing: [I]She's here too.[/I] Silently cursing himself, he walked over near the servant before turning his attention away from him and to the girl she was sure accompanied him. [B]"... Hello, Ruri. Haven't seen you for a while."[/B] [I]Brat.[/I] He hadn't actually been in contact with her for a short while now, but he readily acknowledged that all good things must come to an end.