- Ryuko's current outfit:
A still breeze rustled a lone woman’s hair as she walked along the edges of one of the training fields looking for something or rather someone. It wasn’t like she had anyone in particular in mind for today’s expedition, but given how strong she was it was tough to find someone who could give her a good workout in a sparring session.
It wasn’t that there was anything particularly wrong with working with someone that was much weaker than herself for that kind of thing. Helping to get the younger shinobi up to snuff was a noble goal but she’d helped mentor several students over the years already. Well maybe the word help was a stretch of that word considering how the majority of them were incapacitated, dead or had retired from the ninja world. In retrospect perhaps despite being well meaning she’d been a terrible teacher.
No, today she wanted to work on herself. Before the recent scuffle with Matatabi the woman hadn’t been in a proper fight in a long while. She’d been sure to keep up her training but she was worried about the possibility that she was getting rusty. If only she’d been able to perform just a little better in the last battle then maybe nobody would have had to die.
She was being a bit hard on herself all things considered. When dealing with a wild Bijuu it was normal to have far higher casualties. The fact only one person had died could be considered a minor miracle. Considering Ryuko was the Yondaime Raikage she held herself to a very high standard indeed.
Right now she wasn’t wearing her full armor outfit that had given her the nickname of “The walking fortress”. That was reserved mainly for serious fights, not casual sparring matches. Though again it depended on the type of opponent she would be facing. If it was someone she respected like Tengoku the extra defense would be well warranted.
That wasn’t to say she was lacking in defenses at all. The hard metal hide of the ArchAngel set was only the outer layer of her equipment. She still had the Angelic body suit, gloves and stockings from her typical under layer on under her current outfit. Made from Adamantite-Woven Silk of the highest quality they were far tougher then they appeared to be just like the woman herself wearing them.
Considering she usually went into battle with a small arsenal of weapons she was lightly equipped today with just her batons and stardust staff. Weapons that were more suited to self defense than dealing damage. It wasn’t like she’d been restricted from carrying more but she’d been keeping her more deadly things in storage for now as a demonstration that she was here in the village to build up trust with its citizens and not to cause trouble.
Hopefully she would come across someone that would fancy a match with her. It wasn’t every day you got a chance to go up against an X-class ninja like herself.
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