Megumi stood out on the water as the morning sun illuminated her frame. Her uncle had already set sail with a bunch of her siblings and cousins to catch their next batch of fish. While most people in Gobigakure were alive either in the morning or the night, fishermen paid no heed to the sun. Light or dark made no difference to them; what they followed were the tides. Sometimes that brought them up with the sun, sometimes before. Megumi had fallen into this rhythm as well, waking with her family as they prepared for their trips, and helping them with a few things before they set sail. Being able to walk straight up a mast usually meant they sent her to tie a knot in some hard-to-reach place. If she was going to be a ninja instead of a fisherman, then they might as well use her ninja skills to get ready faster. 

She followed them out, walking beside the boat as they sailed off, and waved goodbye to see them off. Then she began her training. Out in the ocean was an unconventional, but in her opinion, effective way to train. It required constant chakra control and balance. Unlike walking on a flat surface, the ocean rocked and rolled, constantly trying to toss her about as the waves rolled in. She'd seen young shinobi who just mastered the art of walking on water try to follow her and instantly get soaked. Waves required more chakra at the crest and less at the trough, so a constant, controlled fluctuation of chakra was necessary. There was no one to teach her any advanced techniques, so at the very least she could refine her fundamentals. 

While standing on the churning water, she cycled through her weapon scrolls. She practiced the forms of each of her weapons, trying to get smooth, refined movements even on the uneven surface. Once she finished with each of the weapons, she practiced her ninjutsu. First the basics. clone, substitution, transformation. She had practiced these techniques so frequently that they were second nature, but unfortunately, techniques were hard to come by here. Then, she moved on to her "advanced" techniques. The whopping three water release techniques she knew. She made hand signs, imagined enemies running at her, and summoned columns of water to swat them away. Finally, after a few hours, she walked back to shore for a break before she resumed her daily training. 

She probably smelled like salt, be she didn't care. There was no point washing up if she was just going to get sweaty again in her next round of training. She headed towards the marketplace to grab a bite to eat, and then she saw a familiar face. "Mikio, good morning!" She said, giving him a wave. Officially, they were the same rank, but Megumi knew that Mikio was far more talented and far more skilled than she was, so she held a deep respect for this man. Perhaps a bit too much respect. Mikio was the village's leading expert on shurikens, and Megumi seemed to make it her life's work to pester every leading expert she could find for advice. "Heading to the school again?"