Kunoichi Training Novels & Stories

One night, Aimi asked Naoko for a sparring session. Feeling that her request was odd, Naoko rejected Aimi with a wry smile. "I have no interest in sparring, Ai-chan. I just treat this like an exercise to keep my body fit." Aimi pouted a tiny bit before running off to spar with the boys instead. It did not take very long nor was it hard for her to win the boys who barely had much practice or experience. She was especially merciless towards Isamu but merciful towards Hansuke. In fact, she gave Hansuke extra tips and guided him more than she did for anyone else.

m. I straightened my jacket, then left the study. I had told Gina to meet me at my personal gym on the rooftop at six for the first day of the training. The first two days would be about endurance and strength. No weapons yet. Just conditioning her body to obey her will and to survive punishment. The gym was private, warded, and stocked with equipment most warriors didn’t even know existed. If she was going to face the leader of the women warriors, she needed more than courage. She needed muscle memory and stamina.

"Alpha...you're misunderstanding things. Perhaps you thought that you liked me, but you're just fooling yourself. You had drawn an illusion, and I don't want to be part of that illusion. Things cannot simply be done as you want it to be. And I don't know if this is a joke for you, but for me, this is not. So stop telling me this ever again," For a split second, he grabbed my arm for the second time, and like always I removed his grip and slowly retracted. **** I concealed myself in the farthest corner of a wooden column, quietly observing each person's training. It was challenging to put into words just how peculiar and distinctive their methods were. Their training seemed to blend elements

"At that time, I only focused on making sure my fist connected with your left cheek." As Ravyn replied, a contemplative expression crossed Erios' face, as if he had recollected something. "In Komveena, there's this ancient art that's meticulously documented in textbooks for monks and mind practitioners. It's all about unlocking specific potentials and channeling them into miraculous feats through focused concentration. They call it the Kasina training. It's quite astonishing to witness someone so young who has delved into these transcendent arts. I always believed you had the potential to join Airburst in the future. So, please never doubt that I regret having you as my trainee. It's just th

Rachel turned the screw. "Miyako, did you give Pamela that box of matches?" Caprica glared at the ninja. "Matches? Matches are 'Old School'. Ninja's use encapsulated chemical reagents to generate flames," Miyako enlightened us all. "They even work underwater." Caprica looked down and coughed. When she looked back up, she was shaking her head and grinning. "I concede," she sighed. "Students," she called out.

said Ningsih. "What? You can self-defense?" Tukijo asked surprised. "Don't you believe it?" Ningsih folded her arms forward. “I can beat ten people like Marno, you know,” she said confidently. "Woah! Please guide me, Big Sis!" Tukijo suddenly knelt down in front of Ningsih. Then, they started practicing until nightfall. ... On Sunday morning, Marno and Teguh were ready with their carpenter troops to build Tukijo's house. Meanwhile, Ningsih took Tukijo to Tegong Field to train his body fitness and learn how to predict the opponent's movements.

But for now, I will take what I can get. As we approach a large boulder, she looks around to ensure the area with a keen eye, watching the border and glancing around behind us. We didn’t have to walk too far to find the clearing where Nickolai and I would sneak off, so I could teach him all the moves I learned in training. He trained daily, just as I did, but I was in the advanced warrior’s training. Nickolai has always excelled in logical fighting, though I’m no idiot myself. They taught me to rely on my sheer size and muscle mass to win a fight, they taught him how to think quickly. We helped each other grow. “Here, have a seat. I want to look at your head.” She says, her voice strained.

damn this is embarrassing. “Sorry, again sir” since the day Sachiko left the world Kit took her position as the highest fighter of the pack and trained fighter every single day as Sachiko did. Every time he acts strictly on the ground makes me unfocused since it reminds me of how Sachiko trains her co fighters. “Are you okay?” No. “I am fine” “No, you are not so please leave the ground if you can not stay focused on our training” he opposed and face the other fighters clapping his hands to get their attention.

We got to the first group of warriors who were busy training with knives and machetes. "This is level two of the training process," one man walked up to us and bowed. "I'm KJ7, I lead the training on level two here. It’s nice to meet you, Luna," I gritted my teeth. "I'm not Luna yet but you can call me that, it's my code name here since I'll be starting my training here." "That's great. Since you'll be training with us, I'll see you in a few weeks then," "I pray it doesn't take months,"

All the children of the noble clans must go through schooling and when they turn ten they get shipped off to Camp Shitori for military training. "I remember my grandmother telling me this story over and over again. Even now I can still hear her gentle voice in my head," Karui mumbled and smiled briefly. "What I remember most is how stubborn and inattentive Konoiki was during those classes, and of course your beautiful grandmother," Hana replied. "He was always dozing off too, just like that kid over there," he pointed at the dozing kid and chuckled even more. Hana joined him and the smiling turned to a peal of loud laughter. They both laughed for some minutes.