Training Day (Flashback)

It was a rather clear day in the fields of Kirigakure, in some ways it was a blessing because Tzura was able to see the sun for once but it left him feeling rather exposed as he trained. He had been there since dawn perfecting the techniques his mother taught him with his father's sword Chikyu no Aibu, The Earth's Caress. A slight breeze blew through the meadow, his hair dancing behind him as he cut the wind. He did a series of simple slashes, horizontal, diagonal, and vertical before he moved on to the more complex fighting moves.

Tzura paused and draw a deep breath once the rain began, it was only a slight drizzle but it helped cool his exhausted body. With a loud shout, the Genin leaped into the air and spun horizontally- essentially it was a butterfly twist his the sharp side of his blade facing outward. A butterfly slash. Then once he landed he flipped the grip to an ice pick and slammed the heavy base into the training post he made. The blow dealt a savage amount of blunt trauma which was enough to jar his own arm and make him drop the blade from shock, hissing in pain.

Once recovered, Tzura stabbed the blade into the ground and pulled his mother's dagger Kaze no sasayaki (Whispering Wind) and sliced the air with it a couple of times. He was not as good with this weapon as he was with Chikyu no Aibu, but in assassination, large blades did more harm than good.

Today was one of those days when Sebastian didn't really want to be bothered by anyone. Her blue eyes held back tears of pain and confusion as she let her feet take her far away from her father. Balling her fist in a tight ball until she felt her nails digging into her palms. The blind anger and sadness that was quickly building up in her chest only made her walk more quickly. Sebastian's mind raced, questions still unanswered and she knew only her father could answer them.
" Baka...." The word she muttered with so much anger even it surprised the young Masters. And that was all it took to throw her off the edge, tears ran down her face like a waterfall. " Why? Why, couldn't she live?"

The tears fell silently and Sebastian finally looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Wiping her eyes she noticed how unusually nice the weather was. There was little to no mist and it almost looked like a clear day. She also noticed a male figure who seemed to be slicing at the air. Sebastian never saw him around the area before and approached him slowly. The young Yamanaka tilted her head to the side calling out to him before getting any closer.
" H-hello....Who might you be?"
Watching the male she began to whip her eyes and adjusted her mist headband. The silver plate shining under the sun, verifying her status as a Kirigakure Shinobi.

Tzura flinched once he was approached and dropped his dagger, the blade lodging itself into the dirt next to his foot. He stood up straight and turned to face the woman who had approached him, his expression similar to that of slight surprise, "I'm Tzura." he said, "Kazuma Tzura..." Tzura took note of her headband before adjusting his own along with the Suna headband he wore as a necklace and the Iwa as a belt, "You shouldn't sneak up on people." he said quietly as he bent over to pick up his weapons, "Instead of dropping this dagger, I could've thrown it at you."

He didn't mean to sound threatening or rude, it's just that after losing his family he found it very hard to converse with other people, "Why are you here?"

Stopping in her footsteps as she watched him drop his dagger, Sebastian looked at the weapon until she heard him speak his name. Nodding as she stared him down with her deep blue eyes, she looked over him and took note of the three headbands he held. A small frown came to her face as she watched him adjusting his kirigakure band and then two others that were not of the mist. Hearing his voice again snapped her out of her thoughts of why he had so many headbands. Sebastian wondered what village he was from as she watched him pick up his weapons still speaking to her. Moving her short golden blond hair to the side she put her hand on her hip and began to speak.
" I don't know why I'm here....My father...Told me some bad news, and my emotions got the better of me...So I left home and wandered about, now I'm here. "
Not telling all the details of learning about her mothers death, she was sure he would understand.