The Day of an Apprentice | YPA Log 1

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The uniform is big, maybe a bit too big. Masamune Fumi struggled with it for a bit, tucking away errant hair falling from its ponytail and straightening out elbow pads with a frown, anxiety tugging at her. She had to look her best, present herself in the best possible light for this first day, her Chichis ever-looming disappointment hovering over her. Her hair is rearranged, pulled back into a neater, tighter ponytail and feeling like she was ready, she'd march on over to the training area.

Right away, the young girl, nowhere near an adult felt out of place. The others fit their uniform, walked with a certain amount of confidence she had yet to grow into. She was more awkward and gangly, arms too long, uniform just out of size and not able to quite fit right. Shifting, she'd find herself in line, standing tall at 4'8 and swallowing convulsively as she'd stare ahead, listening to the rattled off instructions.

Salute the Duhu.

Show your gear.

Feel the ever-looming disappointment of her Chichi.

March on.

Ponytail swaying behind her, she'd take in the sights and sounds of the city. Laughter filtered out in the distance, coming from the nearby teahouse. The heady scent of glass noodles and spices causing her stomach to roll and mouth to water at the thought of dinner later on. Masamune Fumi focused once more, coming to a step alongside the others before the temple, standing in two lines. It was hot and she was sweaty, resisting the urge to fidget with the uniform, even as she stared across at her father.

Her cheeks are soon hot in embarrassment. The girl was wearing the wrong uniform for her regiment. She silently promised to be better.

As the training ended, she sent a prayer up and got the correct uniform. The apprentice had a long way to go and to grow, too.