The sun had already set, but Nakova's mind still drifted. Her chakra strings caught and tossed the dagger, again and again, never letting it drop below a dozen feet over her head. The stars showed above the clearing, but the moon was hidden by the trees. Today had sucked.
She added another dagger. School was boring. She added another dagger. Her mother had scorned her for using chakra strings to cheat at chores. She added another dagger. Whatever, she'd just wait until her mother wasn't looking; her father didn't mind. She added another dagger. He encouraged her, when her mother wasn't listening. She added another dagger. 'You don't want to turn out like your brother', her mother would say. She added another dagger. 'We have to stay hidden, it's dangerous for ninja without a village'. She added another dagger. It took both hands now, to keep the daggers up. She imagined the adventures her older brother must be having. She added another dagger. What she hated most was hiding. She added another dagger. She was always hiding from her friends, always pretending to be less than she knew she was. With one quick motion, she threw the rest of the daggers into the sky. She was able to keep them there for nearly a minute.
One miss broke her concentration, and she jumped to the side as the steel swarm dropped, leaving a cut along her forearm. She looked to see that no one was around, then cursed quietly. The cut was easily wrapped with a bandage from her side pouch. Chakra strings from both her hands quickly pulled the daggers free from the ground and stuck them back into their sheaths. She hurried back along the path to her parents' farmhouse, not noticing the small figure still in the woods, who had come to see what caused the moonlight reflections above the clearing.