"ZANE, YOU ARE
INCREDIBLE."
when iris wu, the daughter of sensei wu, discovers her father has taken in four ninja, she travels home only to find her younger cousin causing mayhem and that the peculiar white ninja is more than he seems to be.
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"I knew this day would come." — sensei wu
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IRIS WU WAS FED UP.
She was fed up of the constant training, the never stopping back-breaking exercises that were meant to turn her into a better warrior than she already was. She was fed up of her father's cryptic metaphors, the countless riddles he encouraged her to solve without as much as a small hint to help. And she was fed up of the burden, the weight upon her shoulders that came with being the daughter of Wu and granddaughter of the legendary First Spinjitzu Master. It was a lot for a young person to endure.
And so were her Father's training sessions.
Yet again, she felt the toughness of the wooden bars slam into her torso, causing her feet to displace from their position on the wheel. She tripped and tumbled, her moment of disorientation allowed the bars to get in another slam to her already bruised stomach. Iris let out a painful groan before readjusting her stance to prepare for the following assault. Just because she was hurt and losing — against a piece of equipment which was kind of embarrassing — it did not mean she had to give up. After all, ninja never quit.
When the next beam came her way, she raised her forearm, blocking the attack from the landing it's aimed blow at her face. Then came the following hit, another that Iris managed to deflect from impacting with her guarded arms. She struck back against the incoming assault and then continued to fight as the training equipment never even hesitated.
Sweat beaded down Iris' brow as her heart raced inside her chest. Her cheeks were reddened with effort and her breathing came out in pants. But this machine wasn't going to stop, so neither was she.
Iris narrowed her eyes at the beams as they oscillated between positions. She knew she had to get into the rhythm of the fight otherwise she was going to lose. Fighting was, in a sense, dancing. You had to flow in time with your opponent in order to maintain a balance, the timings and rhythm can help determine the next move and only with precision and anticipation can you win. So, that was what Iris Wu did.
