Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto – thus the personages in my story are not of my creation.
For reviewers – please no flames, if you don't like it – then just close this window and leave me and my story alone. Thank you for reading. If you have any comments of suggestions about possible changes – please write. Constructive criticism will be warmly accepted. This is my first story so I realize that it might be imperfect. I want to apologize if I happen to make any grammatical or orthographical mistakes.
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It was a hot summer night. The air was too thick to breath and the intense smell of flowers coming from the garden made it even harder to sleep. It was quiet as if there was nothing there. But she knew that the family members were all in beds and most probably sleeping safe and sound. Her sister had been training all day long so she went to bed very tired. Her father and cousin had also been training in the evening so it was very unlikely that they were awake.
After several minutes of listening she decided to get up. It was definitely too hot and stuffy to sleep, and the intense smell of jasmine coming from the garden made her curse the day she had planted it. She stood up and got dressed into her training suit. Slowly trying not to make any noise she left her room and the family house.
She walked a long way from home, going steadily to her favorite and most cherished training ground. With every step she could hear the water tumbling down the waterfall. It was an intense sound, and as no other sound could be heard it was even more overwhelming. She walked up to the bank and slowly took off her coat. Taking her first step she concentrated all her chakra and slowly began her dance. Her secret dance. She had only used it once in battle with very good results but she felt there was more, more for her to gain if she kept trying hard. And hard she did try, concentrating all her energy and all her strength into forming her technique. She believed that this was her technique and that if she made it work even better she would succeed. Succeed in everything she fought so hard to gain, the respect of her father, cousin and sister, and what is more the recognition and respect of the person she admired the most. He believed in her during the last mission and she had to prove that it was not just a one time success. Maybe when she will prove her worth he will finally look at her with admiration, and maybe even love. That was her goal and nothing even the weakness of her body could stop her….