[Solo Training] Soul Country Has Better Beaches

[Taiga]

Chihiro sat underneath the unescapable heat in the sand, kicking her feat gently. She was wearing a wet suit, a surf board over to her side stuck in the sand. "Soul Country has better beaches..." she muttered to herself as she looked up to the sun. By now her wet suit had become a dry suit, and in the heat of the sun it's black color only made things worse. Taking a deep breath she sprung to her feet and grabbed her board, making her way off the sandy dunes and over to the incoming tides. She pushed her board out somewhat into the water, anchoring it to her ankle and then, the water not yet at her knees yet, stepping onto the board. She pushed off into the wave as she put her body down onto the board.

Laying on it she could swing her arms to push the board and navigate out to see until she could find some waves. Waves, were indeed, the main goal. Chihiro needed to build her strength and reach a level where she could not only show up her squad mates but give anyone else in the academy a run for the money. She was determined- no, completely resolute to become the greatest shinobi ever to leave Soul Country. And then, and only then, she would unite her people underneath her and take back what belonged to them.

Their country.

Not by war or fighting- but by putting Soul Country at the top of the food chain. Her dream was nothing more than to re-organize the empire and make sure that Soul Country stood upon the same power as Kumogakure or the previous Lightning Country. She envisioned a republic- a Grand republic.

Feeling the board begin to bob, she realized she had come upon the waves for which she served and stood up. Her arms were a little sore from all the paddling they had done to move her against the waves, her body still catching up to the whole athleticism thing. Upon her own legs she focused on her core strength. Focused on her power to her legs and stomach.

A wave came, and as quick as it came, she found herself thrown from the board and into the water. This was a pattern that would continue for another six times before she finally managed to wobble her way against a wave and stay a top the board- though still falling onto it on her stomach.

She was certain she had the required strength to do this, but co-ordinating all the muscles to work in union and fire the right tendons and ligaments at the right time was difficult. Well- subconsciously anyways. She would need to learn…

With another big wave on the way she stood on her board and prepared to face it. As the wave came, she pushed down and up, sailing up over the wave. A look of excitement took over her face- she then pushed down, riding the wave back into the quite waters as the wave collapses on itself.

So that was how you did that?

536/500 for +1 Strength