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Miyuki was distracted as she carried the clay water jug to the village well. The reason for her distraction was fairly obvious to her, but fortunately she didn't have to worry about needing her full focus. In two simple words, it boiled down to the name Jack Fletcher.
Miyuki had plenty of reasons to hate Jack Fletcher, she mused to herself as she filled her water jug. The first was a given. He was a samurai and she was a ninja. The two sides were hostile to one another and Miyuki had particularly good reason to hate samurai.
There was a thunk as a shuriken hit its target and Miyuki was reminded of her second reason for hating Jack Fletcher. The Grandmaster was teaching him their secrets. He was a Samurai and could not be trusted. He would no doubt turn on them at the opportune time, of that she was certain.
And then there was the way he assumed that they were dishonourable when they first revealed themselves. As if samurai could understand honour! As far as Miyuki was concerned, samurai were merely hypocrites.
And then there was the way Hanzo kept insisting that Jack was a tengu who would teach him to be a great swordsman was another reason. Ninja techniques were far superior to anything that samurai used and if she ever got the opportunity, she would teach him that fact the hard way.
Miyuki's water pot that she was filling suddenly shattered as a shuriken hit it and Miyuki let out a shriek of surprise as she was abruptly soaked through.
Soaked to the skin, she began looking around furiously for person who threw the offending object. She didn't have to search for long. Standing on the shuriken practise range was Jack Fletcher and beside him trying to stifle a laugh was none other than Tenzen. She gave him one of her deadliest stares. And as she left to get another water jug, she heard Tenzo say to Jack.
"I think you need more practise."