My hand hurt. Blood spilled out of my skin and dyed the amber wood below me red. I glared at my enemy, their mask still hanging teasingly on their face. They reached a hand out to remove it, assuming I could no longer fight. What do they take me as? I'd get weak at the knees just because my hand was scratched? Such nonsense. Even now, my eyes heavily bandaged, I could see the world with my mind. I am not blinded in darkness.
I took full grip on my sword and swung it near the neck – the weak point of most people. The enemy, hand still attached to the mask, retreated. They adjusted the mask and took a stance to continue the fight.
"That is enough," the familiar voice of an old man echoed.
"But no one's defeated yet Hyuga-sensei!" I shot him a confused look.
"Yes. Your hand-"
"My hand is just scratched!"
"No- it is deep. You cannot avoid it. You are harmed." Hyuga-sensei spoke calmly. His attitude always left me speechless.
"Thank you Charlie, you may retire,"
My enemy took their mask off and a young man was revealed. His reaction was the same as any other enemy I had had. I took off my mask and he raised his eyebrows. Everyone was concerned about my bandaged eyes.
I had been wearing a bandage around my eyes since I was three. Since I mastered the mind sight perfectly, I was able to use that to get my way around. Apparently my skills excelled in that area and through my mind, I could see. It was as if the bandages were never there.
"Come child. I will dress that wo-"
"It doesn't need dressing," I snarled at Hyuga-sensei.
"Come!" he said sternly.
I gave him a sour look and trudged over to him. He bent down and took a few familiar herbs. He rubbed it on the bloody wound. Bitterness shot up my arm. There were slight tingling movements in my arms. Good grief, please don't let that happen again.
Before I could help myself, a blue light came from the palms of my hands.
"HYUGA-SENSEI!" I gasped at my teacher, now roughly pushed back by the force from my palms.
"I am all right," my master choked.
This had been constantly happened for what reason – I am not aware of.
My master predicts I am one of the people who own the Arms of Power. They are extremely rare and only five exist in this world. The only powers available are: purification, flames, electricity, water and earth. I owned the Arms of Purification.
"Hyuga-sama?" aiding nurses fled to his side.
"It is alright. I am able to cope with Shinobi's purifying," Hyuga-sensei stood up. Purifying. With my hands, I could purify one's evil. Since no one's heart is pure, it may affect him or her slightly or greatly, depending on how pure his or her heart is. If they are pure evil, I may kill them. This only occurs when I am deeply emotional. Whether it is care or hate.
"Shinobi, I shall attend to you later in the evening for mind sight," my elderly master limped away to his hut.
This was a place for training to be an excellent Donito master. I was an abandoned orphan, as my master says, and the Donitsu training school raised me. They trained me when I was old enough and I was named Donitsu's child. Later, my abilities went beyond masters in Donito. From then on, I was named Shinobi – meaning ninja – the Grand Mistress of Donito. A man named Donito Takishi created Donito. It used combat moves and involved two people attempting to kill another. If one gives up in defeat – not forfeit – the other may torture or put shame on them. Any legal weapon may be used. There are hardly any rules.
"Shinobi I need to see you for a moment," Sara-sensei called. She was also a teacher here training Donito students.
"Okay,"
My feet slid across the floor to the front of Sara's office. I poked my head in and saw her sitting opposite a boy. His ignorant back was all I could see.
"If you don't mind, I'm assigning him as your student," Sara's face was hopeful. Of course I mind, I thought. I see. So none of the other teachers were free. They had to leave it to me.
"Sure," I pouted sarcastically.
"Hey training starts now. Get up lazy," I spoke to the door, ignoring his back that acted as a wall between us.
"Coming. Can't you wait woman?" his voice was dismissively and mumbling. As he stood up I found he was the same height as me. It looked like he was older than me too – not by much.
"Follow me to the back gardens," I dismissed his presence from my mind.
After weaving through many teachers and their students, I found a spot near an oak tree.
I crouched down into a comfortable position.
"Sit opposite me," I said.
"Do you want to begin introducing yourself" I gritted my teeth as he shuffled into a seating place. There was no answer. Well, must mean no.
"Right then. I'm Shinobi. I'll be your teacher until you become a donito pro,"
"Don't you have a surname?" the boy asked.
"No I was adopted by the Donito staff. Why would you want to know anyway? Anyhow your turn," my jaw stiffened.
"For what?" I think a vein popped.
"INTRODUCING YOURSELF!" I was close to shouting.
Relax… a Donito master must learn self-consciousness and calmness.
"Jeez okay! Don't have to go agro you know," What a pain he was.
"Okay… I'm Ukkai Haku. I'm the student of some blindo for the rest of my donito life and-"
I contracted a blow to his head. I may be smaller than him but I was the teacher here.
"Hey don't pick on me! I'm younger than you," Haku looked really sarcastic.
"I'm the little one here. Be quiet and continue," I resisted the urge to cross my arms and mutter swear words.
"Woah! Da stewdent ish olda dan de pwo!" he turned on a weird accent. I think he said 'Woah! The student is older than the pro!'
"Shut up. Do you want to start or not?" I scorned him like an owner to a troublesome puppy.
But Mr. Puppy was fiercer than I thought.
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR A GIRL LIKE YOU TO TEACH ME PRO DONITO! YOUR JUST A GIRLY WEAKLING!"
And then I lost it.
To make it better for both of us, I stood up and walked back to my hut for a cup of tea.
"Hey! Aren't you going to teach me any kung-fu stuff?" Haku's voice elevated for the all of Donitsu to break down.
I shot him an irritated glare.
"Do you want to learn? It seems you aren't ready,"
That guy probably went to a proper school for his childhood life. I haven't. For a fifteen-year-old kid, he acts like half his age. He needs a bit of time. Hopefully by tonight he'll be ready to learn. I could start with invisibility at night…