She was dressed lightly, wearing only skintight black shorts that reached halfway down her thighs along with her shinobi sandals on her lower body with a short sleeve, forest green shirt with a deep v-neck covering her body. Underneath this she had on a compression strap as well as snugly wrapped gauze to help keep her sizable bust manageable while training. Around her waist was a belt with a single katana strapped on her left hip, the sheathe wrapped in gauze. Finger-less black gloves covered her hands, with her arms folded under her breasts as she examined the environment.
This had been a favorite spot to train for one of her original squad mates, Nia Inazuma. She had been a lively soul, and had shown promise with both suiton and raiton despite her inexperience. This was one of her favorite places to train due to all the water. It gave her the ability to play around with ideas and test them out at full power without exerting herself too much in the process. Akame remembered watching her figure out various jutsu and creating a couple of her own. She remembered sparring on the surface of the lake to build chakra control and endurance, usually getting her ass handed to her by Nia due to the environment. These memories clouded Akame's typically beautiful red orbs, taking away some of their shine.
The memories were bittersweet, as they reminded Akame of the good times she had as a shinobi when she first began. And then she remembered everything else. Returning to the village covered in their blood, being unsure of how exactly they were killed but knowing that she did it and with what ability. She stood there in silence for another ten minutes, reminiscing the good times and the bad. Akame finally moved after this little bit of time, moving towards the waterfall's edge. The jonin picked a spot where not much water was flowing down near the edge and hopped down. She was coordinated enough to be able to hop from one ledge to another as she made her way down to the surface of the lake where she would coat her feet in chakra and walk further out onto its surface. Once she was in the middle she would halt with her arms at her sides, staring down onto the surface of the lake.
Deliberately she would draw her blade from its sheathe and take a simple stance. She had both hands on the hilt of her sword, bringing it level with her face on her right side with the edge facing the sky and the point facing forward. The blade was perfectly parallel to the surface of the lake, her body twisted so her left leg was her forward leg. With knees slightly bent, Akame would take a deep breath before pivoting on her front leg and bringing her rear leg up. The blade flicked in her wrists and came around in a horizontal slash before snapping around to cut her imaginary target from hip to shoulder. She would continue basic motions such as this, practicing her footwork and technique more slowly than she was actually capable of doing. This was just going through the motions, her warm up before getting serious. In reality, she was doing this because it was the same warm up she had done when her first squad trained here so many years ago. If left uninterrupted, Akame would likely continue these motions for quite a few minutes.