With thunderous steps that could rumble the academy and the aura of a great dragon rending judgment upon the Earth, Daidōji marched through the hallways of Hanzō National Academy. Right now, there wasn't much for her to do. The gym and its equipment were still being repaired after her last foray into there and the students were out and about getting up to their own hijinx... though that didn't stop them from showing respect when their legendary senior walked by.

In the face of all this, Daidōji was bored. She could technically spar with the students but that wouldn't be very sporting (they wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell). There was the temptation for Daidōji to go out and force a fight with Rin to try and assert supremacy but, last time she did that, it ended in her defeat and her pride wasn't healed enough for another round yet.

So, Daidōji could only thump her head to a window, clench the frame, and listen to the metal bend ever so slightly between her fingers. With a heavy sigh, she rumbled, "...I'm really wishing something entertaining would happen right about now..."

When the earliest lights of dawn peered over the horizon, Daidōji's eyes opened and she sat up rigidly. Her posture was already alert and her muscles already pumping with the desire to get up to some action. But Daidōji was smart. She knew she couldn't just power into the day, lifting and throwing whatever she could get her hands on. First, her muscles had to get revved up.

Tossing aside her sheets and standing up, Daidōji looked at her nude form in the mirror and gave her arms a flex for a second before frowning. She'd need to REALLY hit the training machines today, figuratively and literally, to get the imagined imperfections she saw in her lines of muscle.

Stepping back and measuring her breathing, "On with it then," Daidōji began to do her morning stretches. Shifting from one after another, starting light with chin tucks, shoulder bends, hand pulls, side bends and other such rotations, she did not pause and she pushed her flexibility until she was fully awake with the burn, "...Onto the next...!" Then the more intense stretches came out and she was getting fully into it, bending all the way backwards and forwards while looking forward to testing her legs' flexibility.

On and on, Daidōji went to start her day.

The thing about training for Daidōji was that any tools she was allowed to use would end up broken before too long... and then end up even more broken when she got frustrated with how many things she'd wind up breaking.

Treadmills? Daidōji's footfalls were too hard and wound up breaking the inner machinery. Weight machines? She'd lift the heaviest load too fast and smash the weights too hard into the top, breaking pin and creating an obnoxious 'ding' that rang in her ears when the weights came back down. Pulley machines? Daidōji pulled too hard and snapped the cables. Stationary bikes? Pedaled too hard. And so on and so forth.

The same thing happened today... Newly replaced machines had been set up, Daidōji secured permission to use them from an apprehensive academy administration, and then she broke them all within thirty minutes. Further more, she got so pissed she picked up the weight machine, itself, and threw it into the floor, smashing it and the splintering the floorboards.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Daidōji hung her head, "...Damn it all." She then roared her burning frustration into the air, "WHERE IS RIN WHEN I WANT TO FIGHT SOMEONE!? SHE'S BEEN AVOIDING ME TOO MUCH AND I'M STUCK SMASHING THESE STUPID THINGS!!!"

Whenever there was major threat that required a swift confrontation, an extraordinary circumstance that required immeasurable strength, or a message delivered through a show of force, the government would send in Daidōji... and by the heavens above and the hells below, she had a legendary record of success in those tasks.

Unlike most shinobi, she didn't focus on making her entrance as sneaky as possible. No, Daidōji wanted her opponents alert and ready when she came for them. She would come just as the late evening twilight was turning to night, her form silhouetted in the dark while her stare would burn into whoever awaited her.

Stomping her foot down and cracking the ground beneath it, the woman inhaled and exhaled a breath that steamed in the air before she growled, "...I am Daidōji..." and flexed hard as she burned her muscles hard for action, "...and I seek strong opponents."

Daidōji was sick of the concept of 'balanced meals' and 'nutritional value' when there was only one kind of meal that mattered on this Earth: meat. Meat was full of protein, protein is good for the body and therefore always healthy, and it tasted good. Of course, it went deeper than that but Daidōji didn't care enough to become a contrarian. Meat was meat and thus meat was awesome.

To open everyone's eyes to this fact, Daidōji went out into the mountains for a night and personally hunted a heap of animals. Boars, stags, packs of wolves, and even bears. She slew these wild opponents and brought them home for dinner. Once the grosser details were out of the way, Daidōji was left with enough fine cuts of meat to fill a walk-in at a restaurant. She smiled heartily with pride at the sight, "It's time."

Personally walking her prized cuts of meet into the academy cafeteria after the staff had left for the day, Daidōji turned on each stove, the flames burning hot on the top and the ovens rising to baking temp. The boar and the wolf meat was sliced into cutlets and seared on top of the stoves with hot oil to crust them up. The stags and bears' large cuts were left as they were, thrown into the stove to bake. It would take some time but all this would be the finest cooked assortment of meat this academy had seen since the last hunt.

With most of the hard work done, save only needing to flip the seared meats, all that was left for Daidōji to do was to drool with anticipation as she watched the ovens eagerly with an uncharacteristically bright smile, "...Come to mama, come to mama, come to mama, come to mama, come to mama..."

Daidōji knew when she was feeling too tense, too wired up, and otherwise straining under her self-inflicted expectations. As such, it was time for some rest and relaxation with a sunny day swimming around.

After stopping by at the school store and picking up a few swimsuits that seemed best for the occasion, Daidōji departed the academy. With a swift arrival at her destination, she entered the changing rooms and exhaled quietly, "...Don't think about anything today... It's not about getting strong, it's about having fun." She tried to achieve a zen state of mind, breathing in and out, imagining what it would be like to have fun out there.

But in-between each mental image of splash fights and idling in the water, Daidōji also imagined punches and kicks in the midst of intense personal combat. She reprimanded herself by clapping her face hard and growling, "It's about fun...! It's about fun!.. IT'S ABOUT FUN!" Bringing her hands up and grabbing her clothes, Daidōji tore them all off clean away in one gruesome pull and stood bare before she leaned down and grabbed her bag to find her swimsuits, hoping to pick the right one to have some good unabashed fun!

A body was a vessel and tool... and vessels and tools required regular maintenance. Delicious food for fuel and sustenance, hot showers and baths to get rid of the grime and ease the muscles, entertainment to keep the brain from overheating. But sometimes, just like a car that needed an oil change, the body needed to be taken into a facility that could sooth any lasting aches...

To Daidōji, the best kind of facility was a hot spring.

Dressed in a soft robe of luxury she scarcely afforded for herself, the woman sat in her room at a mountainside inn. Daidōji took a gentle sip of sake that'd been recommended by Rin months ago and exhaled merrily, "This is the life." She looked up at the surrounding traditional decor, taking particular interest in some of the paintings of citizens by a creek... or a spring or lake or some other flow of water. It was pretty but a bit too vague for Daidōji's taste.

But what wasn't vague was the hot spring calling her name outside.

Loosening up her robe after sipping down the last of her sake, Daidōji made sure she had some milk stocked in the fridge for after her dip before heading off to the showers to rinse herself off. Walking down the halls as she neared the lockers, all she could think about was how the muscles in her body would react to that fine, fine water, "Just a few minutes and I'll be in Heaven."

Some concepts were above comprehension. It wasn't necessarily 'defeat' or 'taking damage' that Daidōji couldn't understand but rather the fact that she was being pushed back by someone who wasn't Rin. That woman was the only bar she had yet to consistently defeat yet this fight today was proving there was yet another bar altogether.

As the fight had gone on, despite her best efforts to evade, Daidōji's clothes had progressively gotten more and more ripped and torn until she swore they were just becoming liabilities. After getting pushed back hard enough at one point, Daidōji summoned her fury and gripped the remnants of her clothes to tear the rest away. She stood bare before her opponent with a furious expresson, hissing in a gust of air and holding her breath for a moment before exhaling to mellow out a bit.

Rubbing her fist over the side of her face, Daidōji lowered her arms to ask in a low tone, "Just who are you?" She looked up and down, unable to see what made this person so much more capable than the usual mook she faced, "You're not like other people if you're capable of landing actual hits on me. What's your name?"

If anyone believed Daidōji was capable of being gentle... well, they'd be half-wrong. It wasn't that she didn't want to but rather the fact that she'd overspecialized her body for combat and touching another body usually came with fifty-fifty odds of breaking something.

Despite this hazard, it didn't negate Daidōji's desire for intimacy with her partner. She'd all but carried {{obj}} into her room on her shoulder before laying {{obj}} down on the bed and hovering close by. Her clothes were discarded, torn off more like, and she stood there naked with her eyes caught somewhere between hyper-intense and starving.

Leaning forward and gripping her partner by the shoulder, Daidōji spoke plainly, "...I cannot promise that I won't break something but I can attempt to measure myself as best I can." She tilted her head and uttered, "...Or, if you're feeling brave, you can let me go all out and I'll make sure to take care of you tomorrow." Resting her forehead to {{poss}}, Daidōji whispered huskily, "Choose."

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