Tenten awoke with a violent start. She threw her sheets aside as she was plunged unprepared into consciousness. Her heart gave a few powerful pumps, and she gasped in a measure of air. She felt as if she was waking from some terrible nightmare. Of course the truth of the matter was that she'd awoken from a terrible reality.
Her legs and arms drove her from her sleeping position, and propelled her to her feet. With a schocked gasp she shouted. "I've got to save everyone!" It was only at this announcement that she was able to break herself out of her daze and observe her surroundings. Which were familiar enough, but entirely wrong. Just a few minutes ago, or what felt like just a few minutes ago at least. She was on a battlefield. Filled with rubble, debris, comrades, and most regrettably the dead. Now she was in a location which hosted more weaponry than even a battlefield could hold; her room.
She gave a confused glance around her room. An ornate sword and fan set perfectly on stands. A bookshelf with meticulously organized scrolls and books. A large calligraphy poster on the opposite wall. And three long sets of shelves filled with all sorts of the trinkets and gadgets she'd managed to collect from her time as a ninja. Everything was perfectly in place, except for her.
As good as it felt to be back home, and strangely enough back in her pajamas, it wasn't right. She should be back on the battlefield with her friends and allies.
She risked a leap from her bed onto the floor. She sighed as she felt her feet connect with the cool wood of her floor, and made a quick pace to her balcony. It only took a quick glance out the window for her to reconize her home town, in all it's familiar splendor. Her suspicions were confirmed. She was miles away from the battlefield. Miles away from where she could be of use, miles away from where she was needed.
She spun around and faced her room. The morning sun had cleansed the sleep from her eyes, and she now noticed the scroll sprawled across her floor. Her heart leapt for what must have been the third time on this short morning, and scooped it up into her hands. With a well practiced maneuver she unrolled the scroll. The sight of her three newest tools met her eyes.
Bashosen, the banana fan. A fan capable of summoning all five elements.
Kohaku No Johei, The Amber Purifying Pot. A Large jar able to trap any target within itself.
And Benishisago, The crimson Gourd. A gourd capable of sucking in people's souls.
It was a pretty good line up, she had to admit. Which made it all the more relieving that she still had the scroll with her. Had it been lost to her miles away on the battlefield any hope she had at saving everyone was going to fly right out the window. She clutched the scroll in her hand and held it to her chest. A quick sigh slid out from her lungs, and through her lips. She still had this, and they still had a chance.
There are only a handful of people who'd ever gotten dressed as quickly as Tenten did on that morning. In no time at all she was out of her PJ's, out of her pigtails, and back into her usual outfit. She slid the scroll into the folds of her psuedo-kimono and dashed out the door. She needed to find some transportation ASAP. She needed to get back to her friends before they were wiped out. She just needed an hour or so to herself to figure out her new toys. There was no one on the planet how knew Ninja tools as well as Tenten did. Now she was in possession of three of the most powerful tools there were. This was her time.
This is when she became a legendary Kunochi.
This is when she was going to save everyone.
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Slow start. Antics begin next chapter, more to come.