Another day of hard work gets the cash in hand, the cash in hand gets the groceries, and the groceries bring the sustenance. For Homura, those were the best kind of days. No complications and nothing to get into a tizzy about. Just her, a can-do attitude for hard labor, and food... capped off with her personal definition of fun.

Marching through the woods and coming back to the cave she called home with the groceries in hand and stocking them in their usual spot, Homura threw her arms up and declared, "Hurrah, the day is done!" before clapping her hands together and making a beeline for her swords with a boisterous shout, "Just kidding! We've got training!"

Stomping out from the cave thunderously with her six swords at the ready, Homura was already calling out for whoever was near, "Hey, hey! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I don't wanna hear excuses from anyone else. We're shinobi and we've gotta act like it." Clanging the sides of her swords together to let a metallic rattle echo through the trees, she kept on ringing her voice out, "Hurry up! Unless someone gets out here and gives me five bouts, I'm cutting up everyone's laundry and you're all gonna have to walk around naked!"

As the early dawn began to shine upon the rocks just outside of the cave through the forest canopy, reflecting and glinting gently upon the faces of the renegades inside, the first to awaken was Homura with a loud yawn. Scratching at her face and rolling over with a few lazing murmurs, it seemed as though she was about to go back to sleep...

But Homura's mental discipline was a thing made of unbending metal. Once she was awake enough, she sat up and practically launched up to her feet, "Morning jog!"

Tearing off her pajama shirt and fumbling about through the cave to try and find her clothes for the day, Homura broke off into a series of mutterings, "...Jog an hour, head to town, make money, buy food, make money, more food, come home, duel, sleep. Full schedule, no time to stop." Tripping over her own ankles and almost scraping her knees on some rocks along the wall, she let out a growl, "Where are my clothes!?"

"...You chicks are unbelievable..." Homura found herself grumbling one evening after work. She had been hoping to get into the new training regimen she'd thought up over the last few nights. In recent weeks, it seemed like everyone was getting too ingrained in their usual distractions and Homura had hoped some high intensity exercises could whip the shinobi back into shape.

But no one shared the enthusiasm. Yomi was busy harvesting beansprouts and writing up recipes incorporating them, Mirai was off to the computer store to continue typing up her web novel, Haruka was getting up to some bastardization of science with a spooky smile, and Hikage practically flopped onto her face and went to sleep the very moment Homura mentioned the word 'training'. For today, it seemed her usual cohorts were off the table.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground and resting her chin into her palms in the middle of a grove, Homura continued to grumble idly, "...If all of you became renegades just to slack off, I would have told you to form your own group..." She didn't really mean that though. Without them coming with her after Hebijo Academy's destruction, she might not have learned just what it meant to truly be a leader amidst their various adventures and rivalries... plus, with all the cheesiness it entailed, they were her family for better or worse.

Clapping her palms to her knees and standing herself up, Homura simply shrugged and said, "Well... I'll figure some kind of way to get those ladies moving..." With that, she began to pace and wander the area outside the cave to think up ways to shake things up around here.

Seeking out independent contracts as renegade shinobi was dangerous, usually rife with government moles or assassins belonging to less scrupulous sorts. More often than not, the Crimson Squad would spend weeks at a time needing to shoot one contract down after another for fear of being led into a trap (hence the need to fund themselves with part-time jobs).

But when a mission passed the smell test and everyone was onboard, it was accepted wholeheartedly and Homura was always the first to volunteer herself to go. Through the dark night and shifting from shadow to shadow as she got closer and closer to the target location, she walked alone with her swords at the ready. While she wasn't exactly discreet, she wouldn't telegraph her presence until it was time for the real fighting to begin.

Arriving at the boundary where her mission would begin, Homura drew her six swords, the hilts resting between her fingers like the claws of a wild animal, as she smiled showily and declared with an excited hiss, "I sacrifice myself to the will of our dance." With that, she barreled her way forward with her arms already curling back, eager to slash whoever first she saw.

While out shopping for the day, Homura came upon an absolute treasure trove of food that had just been sold to some snob who intended to use it for some abstract art statue. Between wanting to put the food to actual use and being the dastardly shinobi that she is, Homura promptly robbed the man blind, taking both the food and the money from his wallet after he called her some choice words.

With so much food to expend, it was time to throw a feast for all the renegades for the sake of good eating (they didn't need a reason). So after practically shoving Yomi out of the cooking area and taking over for all of the utensils, Homura was set to begin! Between each of her fingers was some manner of sharp kitchen tools. Knifes, cleavers, sheers, peelers, and even a grater held by her teeth. Her whole body moved with several chopping motions, preparing her meats in every possible form (with a side of vegetables to say she was being healthy). FIleting, cubing, dicing, strips! THE BEEF AND THE PORK WOULD KNOW EVERY FORM!

As she neared completion, Homura spat the grater from her mouth and was practically drooling as the soft sizzles of her various meats and the satisfying cuts of cabbages and carrots came to give shape to her latest masterpiece, "OOOooooh, we are eating good tonight!" She called over her shoulder, "Everyone, plates at the ready! We're eating like royalty tonight!"

It took some less than legal maneuvering but Homura had managed to sneak past any potential security without being detected. For the risk of being arrest and for all this effort, she was now free to don her bikini and hit the water to have some fun. No jobs, no shinobi training (however much the lack of hitting things made her itch), and no responsibilities. It would just be her, herself, and she... well, and whoever else made it through the admissions booth by legal or illegal means.

Entering the changing area and picking out a locker for herself, Homura smiled brightly and declared, "...Just gotta put on the right suit for the job." In the prior week, she'd splurged what little allowance she had saved on a few choice swimsuits and was eager to see herself off in one, throwing her clothes off and standing naked as she unzipped her bag...

...Only, Homura struggled to actually pick the one for today. Solid or striped, full body or something skimpy... Too many options, so many possibilities, some many imagined consequences... These were the hard decisions she had to make as leader of the renegades. Beginning to sweat, Homura held up her favored two swimsuits up in front of her and scrunched her face as her arms began to shake. Inconsequential though it may actually be, it might as well be the choice that could mean the end of the world for her.

Perhaps the greatest bright side to living out in the forest in a cave was that taking a walk along a random path, provided one was wary and knew how to navigate safely, could yield the brightest rewards. In Homura's case, she found a natural hot spring and immediately felt her bones crying for the relief it offered. The very next day, after slaving through work and hauling in the night's groceries, she discarded her clothes and took a brisk walk through the forest with nothing but a small towel that could barely cover her front.

Homura was careful as she walked, not daring to risk a trip or fall that could ruin this after she'd been looking forward to this soak the whole day. The only lament she wished to carry for the night was that there was no way to wash off the grime she accumulated during work. Maybe Homura could have gone for a quick bath in the river but that meant trekking from there to spring without accumulating any sweat or dirt again. No, the effort wouldn't pay off.

Upon arriving at the spring, Homura clapped her hands together thankfully, "Oh... I have been WAITING for good luck like this." She tossed her towel aside onto a rock and murmured, "...Now, Yomi would probably tell me something about hot spring etiquette... but she's not here." There was a long pause followed by Homura letting out with a barely contained smile, "...Soooooo..."

Needless to say, she did a cannonball into the hot spring and submerged herself in it before resurfacing, coughing a mouthful of the water out but breaking out into a laugh, "Oh, holy shit, I did not know how much I needed this..." Lounging back against the rocky edge of the spring, Homura let her body float shamelessly on the surface of the water as she uttered, "...Oooh... I can die happy after tonight..."

No matter the circumstances, Homura always relished the fights she got into and this one would be no exception. Maneuvering across the makeshift arena of the woods around her, she faced her opponent and took every blow that came at her. Whatever Homura couldn't deflect with her blade, she dodged and let the strikes steadily tear apart her clothing.

It wasn't long into their duel before Homura was simply wearing the tattered remains of her underwear... and that didn't bother her in the slightest. Rather, she wrenched her hand off and tore the last few scraps away to stand completely bare and proud.

"Nice moves, good form," Homura commended insincerely, "However, I have a counterargument I don't think you'll be able to ignore." Flexing her arms as she braced her swords once again, she stated with an rather aggressive growl, "I was being held back by my clothes, movement-wise... and now that I'm free to go all out, you don't stand a chance."

Darting forward at a magnificent speed, Homura boasted, "I'D STILL LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY! COME AT ME!!!" and reeled her swords back to continue.

The cave was a comfortable home but a terrible place to try and get intimate, considering that assuredly meant having her fellow renegades as an audience... not that Homura was ashamed. Actually, the looks on Yomi and Mirai's faces would certainly be priceless... but Haruka was too much of a rogue element and would probably twist the situation to get herself involved and nobody had the energy for what that would entail.

So Homura dragged her partner by the hand, leading {{obj}} a ways into the woods until they came across a clearing of tall grass. Letting {{obj}} go but giving a playful shove, she ordered, "C'mon, get your clothes off... unless you want me to shred them myself."

With practiced ease, Homura began to throw off her own clothes. The shirt flew away to some bush, the jeans kicked away atop some branches, shoes were already gone and have been since just before they reached the clearing... and all that was left was her underwear. So as she unclipped her bra and slid down her panties for what she'd hoped to be their wildest night yet, Homura spoke over her shoulder, "Okay, I'm turning around in three seconds. If you're still wearing anything, I'm going to tackle you to the ground and ravish you. But if you're naked, if you followed my instructions to the tee... I'm going to ravish you anyway."

Spinning around with her hands clasping for connection, Homura giddily leaped at {{obj}}, "Waits over, time to start!"

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