Zakuro rushed through the streets of Konohagakure no Sato as a streak of red and blue. While her training was usually limited to the proper training grounds, there were exceptions. Jogging and running were way more fun out in the village, where the chaos of daily life provided obstacles that a course wouldn't. Vaulting over a passing cart or having to weave through a crowd provided a sort of excitement that Zakuro relished.
When she turned the next corner, her eyes widened in surprise. Two men were carrying a large pane of glass. If Zakuro tried to pause now, she was still likely to smash straight through or knock one of the men off his feet. She knew some shinobi who wouldn't care, who would just keep running and call it bad luck for both sides. The urge was there, but she preferred to stay on people's good side.
To slow herself, Zakuro dropped down. She slid along the packed-dirt street, one leg folded as the other stretched out in front of her, one hand to stabilize. In her head, it would look pretty cool. In reality, she was mostly just dirtying her clothes. "Sorry!" Zakuro called backwards with an awkward smile, only to receive grumbling from the men telling her to be more careful. Soon enough the duo hobbled along with their load, leaving Zakuro to pick herself up off the floor and pat herself down. "Man, not even a thank-you for taking the responsible option. These pants were new, too..." she muttered to herself, ignoring the people that had stopped to stare.
When she turned the next corner, her eyes widened in surprise. Two men were carrying a large pane of glass. If Zakuro tried to pause now, she was still likely to smash straight through or knock one of the men off his feet. She knew some shinobi who wouldn't care, who would just keep running and call it bad luck for both sides. The urge was there, but she preferred to stay on people's good side.
To slow herself, Zakuro dropped down. She slid along the packed-dirt street, one leg folded as the other stretched out in front of her, one hand to stabilize. In her head, it would look pretty cool. In reality, she was mostly just dirtying her clothes. "Sorry!" Zakuro called backwards with an awkward smile, only to receive grumbling from the men telling her to be more careful. Soon enough the duo hobbled along with their load, leaving Zakuro to pick herself up off the floor and pat herself down. "Man, not even a thank-you for taking the responsible option. These pants were new, too..." she muttered to herself, ignoring the people that had stopped to stare.
