Chakra Training? [solo,nk]

Kozura needed to make up her mind, and quickly. Her loyalty must never once be called into question, but there was that still-lingering feeling of ties to her past. Not the kind of bonds that would drag a veteran into the depths of alcoholism, but a fondness for her heritage. After all, her tribe had raised and trained her, and now she felt stronger than she ever had. Her body, though still small, felt like it could crush a goddamn mountain if she tried hard enough. Nevertheless, it wasn't the physical that bothered her. She needed to determine where her loyalties lay.
Either way, she decided to mull it over while attempting to increase her strength further. What she had now simply wasn't enough. Naturally, she could just wait until puberty hit, but that was lame. She clenched her fist, and the green aura of the Eight Inner Gates exploded around her. This time around, she wouldn't quite push herself to her limits, yet. She knew that if she went too far, she could very easily lose her life. Nevertheless, this area near the rain shadow of the country was the perfect spot to test her new abilities. Not too many people or animals to bother her or get conveniently accidentally hit by something she threw out.  
[1/5]

She first warmed up while her body was still empowered, going through the motions of a basic kata. No need to get impatient quite yet. Smooth, fluid motions that had been ingrained into her muscle memory since a very young age. To be fair, she was still quite young, but the fact that she still had so much more time to improve made her exult with happiness. There was no need for complacency at this stage of her life. Too much opportunity lurking around the next corner for her to merely sit back on what she had achieved thus far.
She finished, and threw a punch, feeling the shockwave she made with the sheer strength of the blow. Not too bad, but she could do better. Well, maybe it was time to hunt down a beastie or two after all. With her body enhancing itself even further, she ran across the sand in search of prey. It was at this time that she noticed the weird tracks. Those weren't tracks of desert creatures, and there were a lot of them. This could mean one of several things. Firstly, a bunch of random packs of different animals were invading the desert. No, no way.
[2/5]

They were panicking for some reason. There was something coming their way, and they were fleeing from it. Oh well, none of her concern. If it turned out to be some kind of real threat, the village would deal with it. She had that much faith in the system. It was a system that had taken care of her pretty well up to now, so why would she doubt it? She kept on and on until she came across some rather odd looking tracks. As a nomad, however, she recognized them immediately. A giant crab, huh? The perfect time to test her abilities. With its chitinous armor, it was able to withstand normal swords. But against fists, it was even more powerful. The perfect challenge for a fighter like her.
She kept going, watching as the tracks became more and more fresh. Soon, she'd find her prey. Her own bare feet made barely any impact on the sand as she ran. By this point in her life, her soles had already become used to the hot, coarse sand, so it made little difference to her. She wondered how poorly foreigners would do in this part of the world. The desert could certainly be a harsh mistress...
[3/5]

A few meters ahead, now a lump-like form appeared on the horizon. There it was, the damn crab. The sun had sunk low, but the desert sand was still hot, casting a heat wave on the air around her as she zoomed toward her target, surrounded by the green aura of the Eight Inner Gates formation.
Wasp!
Skidding to a stop, she thrust her fingertip directly at the crab's carapace (the moderately hard part) and was rewarded with the feeling that her finger had punctured through the armor. The crab roared (how?) and skittered to the side, trying to avoid her and put its less damaged portion of its armor towards her. She herself become stronger by pushing herself to the limit, but this crab that lacked human intellect could do nothing but feel that primal fear that came with being faced by a superior predator.
Distance, also, meant little to her. She manifested the chakra around her finger and flicked, sending another impact crashing through the crab's body again like a bullet of force (actually, that was literally what it was). It began to stumble around, some of its body parts unresponsive. Hmph, still not dead yet? Well, she'd just have to try harder then.
[4/5]

She could probably dance around this dumb animal all day, but she wasn't here for that. Concentrating the energy inside of her, she tasked and tasked herself over and over until the aura around her turned blue. Nice! She'd done it again. She prepared the attack as the crab stumbled about, the chakra within her body surging as the flesh of her arm seemed to turn black with power and strength. An arm that could pierce the heavens, and then......

A fingertip that could crush the divine.

She thrust the arm and finger forward, and was rewarded as the impact roared outward, vaporizing the crab and destroying the mountaintop beyond it, the rock crumbling and crushing from the force of the attack. The aura around her faded, and she felt the pain of the aftershock come on from the exertion. Ahaha... perfect. The more she broke and repaired her body, the stronger she'd get, naturally. Now, all that remained was the trip back to the village. Easy enough, as even without the Eight Inner Gates, she was still plenty fast. The desert sand began to cool comfortably beneath her feet as she ran back towards her beloved village, more confident than ever about how her future would go.