Accidental Awakening [PRIVATE/Dex]

It was hardly strange for her to be here, the blue-haired woman in the vest and jeans, sleeping on the ground where it was difficult to notice her. Her living quarters and her place of occupation were both located in the burgeoning japanese city of Karakura. Wandering was almost a hobby for her, sleeping even more common, so said anyone who ever knew her. Her name was Naomi Miyake, one of three sisters among the Vanguard known for their physical strength; veritable super-women, they were. This one was the eldest of the three and by far the largest, yet perhaps the least terrifying considering her drowsy disposition. It was known to get her into awkward situations for, sure, what with the places she chose to doze off... but compared to the other two women? Kimiyo with her battle lust and Kokoro in her drunken stupors, surely they would be...

Well, no. There was a little known side to Naomi that would send chills through even them. Nobody wished to be around the woman when she "snapped" and went wild, losing her head and rampaging without any self-control. Someone like her... didn't exactly have the greatest mental fortitude, so when her mind was overwhelmed by something this was the route it took—becoming something of a bestial drive incomparable to a human's mind. Those who knew of it never wished to see it show itself, out of fear for being caught in the crossfire. There was always a nagging thought at the back of their mind ensuring that they treated her nicely and tried their best to keep Naomi happy. It was hard for her sisters to even rough around with her... Ever since that one day in the Miyake village.

She'd been feeling rather out of it lately, even since reuniting with her family after a long recess from civilization. Entire months gone from her memories, with no recollection of her own actions during that period. It left her a bit unstable; a bit on edge. She was more sensitive than she'd ever been before, and most people had been leaving her alone on account of her second nature. Perhaps that was why Naomi sought comfort in the relative isolation of Karakura forest, knowing only the occasional passerby hollow. They never bothered her though... a deep instinct within them let them know that she was not somebody to prey on even if she seemed so harmless. More intellectual individuals though... they couldn't access that type of instinct. So when one came along under these precise circumstances, just clumsy enough to trip over Naomi's unconscious body, then by the law of chaos theory... everything will have aligned into a perfect storm.

Boing.

A strange, fluffy sensation, as parts of the young man's body sank into malleable pillows of flesh before quickly rising off of them. His keen eyes peered down from over her body, as she lied on her back facing upwards. The disturbance of being tripped over jostled her, causing her eyes to crack open just barely. Slivers of luminous emerald green shone through the web of eyelashes, granting Naomi a blurry picture of somebody who had found her. Her mind was slowly shaking off the fog that came with her sleep, all while the stranger slowly started to back away. Also, what was that experience earlier? Was that his hand? Surprise like a lightning bolt shot through the woman's mind as she briefly recalled her sisters' warnings. There were always the type of men who would do things like this to vulnerable women; they were called molesters! In this case, Kimiyo told her that it was okay to teach them a lesson or two about disrespecting women, since it was self defense! Naomi had to defend her innocence!

The stranger male had created a few meters of distance between them already, but it would not be enough for Naomi's reaction. Finally awake enough to act, her hand reached out for the nearby log with a sudden movement to plow her fingers past the bark and into the trunk. With a quick surge of Chi, the bole was weaponized and swung at the perpetrator. As it crashed into the other nearby trees, they'd be smashed through like brittle plastic in comparison to the enhanced wood, just to give her enemy an impression of how tough it was now. An entire clearing was opened up by Naomi's swing, and by the time she was done she'd managed to get up onto her feet in a lackadaisical battle stance. Her eyes were only still halfway opened, as if squinting at the man who touched her. The haziness in her hues suggested she still couldn't quite see right. She was probably still tired, if her weak and drawn-out voice was anything to go by:

"Peeeeeeerveeeeeeeeeeeert...!"