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Juro Ningya
Sui dropped a few scrolls to the floor which revealed weighted training equipment from a cloud of smoke. The Jounin then explained why and what they were to be used for. “The strain these put on you can't simulate pain - although my genjutsu can.” Juro almost winced, but managed to simply glance down at the floor; he knew firsthand the truth of that statement.
Suzume chose the ones laden in green. Juro had a preference for red. The dark shade would also match his loose pants, though it didn’t really matter, as he was hardly ever seen without his black robe which seemed a size to big.
Juro removed the robe and the loose, white cloth shirt which held his scrolls. As one would expect from a Genin, he was in good shape and had the muscle definition which was common to most Shinobi. The golden bell which hung around his neck made a soft sound as it shifted around while Juro changed. He strapped the vest over his bare chest before pulling the cloth shirt over it. The shirt no longer hung loosely but was now fitted over the heavy vest. Juro wasn’t happy with the burden, but it had to be done. He proceeded to put on the wrist and ankle weights before buttoning his robe once more, ready to go.
Juro Ningya
Sui dropped a few scrolls to the floor which revealed weighted training equipment from a cloud of smoke. The Jounin then explained why and what they were to be used for. “The strain these put on you can't simulate pain - although my genjutsu can.” Juro almost winced, but managed to simply glance down at the floor; he knew firsthand the truth of that statement.
Suzume chose the ones laden in green. Juro had a preference for red. The dark shade would also match his loose pants, though it didn’t really matter, as he was hardly ever seen without his black robe which seemed a size to big.
Juro removed the robe and the loose, white cloth shirt which held his scrolls. As one would expect from a Genin, he was in good shape and had the muscle definition which was common to most Shinobi. The golden bell which hung around his neck made a soft sound as it shifted around while Juro changed. He strapped the vest over his bare chest before pulling the cloth shirt over it. The shirt no longer hung loosely but was now fitted over the heavy vest. Juro wasn’t happy with the burden, but it had to be done. He proceeded to put on the wrist and ankle weights before buttoning his robe once more, ready to go.
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