My Nindo- My Ninja Way
My name was Azami, my best friend Mizuki. We shared common interests, and enemies. The Thistle Flower and Beautiful Moon working against one person; Maiko, the Dancing Child. Not our real names, those were forgotten, just like us.
Mizuki, Maiko and I had been long time friends, me from the beginning, laughing and talking, as normal people would do. But no, we weren't normal.
I was the daughter of the Raikage, Mizuki the Shibuki, and Maiko the Tsuchikage; daughters of the Kage Nin in the separate villages, Cloud, Waterfall, and Rock. Already Jounin by the age of 13, placed through rigorous training each day by my fathers guard.
When we were 10, our parents had a large feud over the highest ranked village. All of them came, Hidden Village of Grass, Hidden Village of Waterfall, Hidden Village of Rain, Hidden Village of Sound, Hidden Village of Rock, Hidden Village of Sand, Hidden Village of Cloud, Hidden Village of Mist, and Hidden Village of Leaves.
That's when tragedy stuck. Maiko, taken from us after years together, was quickly twisted by her father, made to hate us, Mizuki and myself. Then, Mizuki had to leave me, though her mind never strayed from our past, as did mine. We sent letters to each other secretly, and the change inside ourselves was imminent.
Slower and slower yet our letters where sent. Soon after a while, we stopped talking entirely. That's how things went from there, but I knew, each of us, Mizuki, Maiko and I, we all grew stronger, continuously, strong enough to become Sannin soon. I was planning on becoming an ANBU official; a member of the Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai, the Assassination Tactics Special Force but my father wouldn't allow it.
Planned to be wed on my 15th birthday, my fate had been decided for me. And so, I gave the only choice I could see.
I ran
I had to hide my chakra levels, only releasing them when walking through the woods alone, or trekking across harsh lands. I had my weapons with me, my Neko-Te, several Kakute, a Kyoketsu-shogei, a Tessen fan, Shuriken, Senbon and Kunai. I also took with me my fathers sword, leaving in its place a thistle. Beautiful, but a raw edge waiting to kill, like me.
I had been walking several hours until I found a village, and a peaceful one at that.
Konoha
