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Chapter three: The TestsA snicker reached Mitsumi's ears, making her want to kick her teacher right in the head. She glared at the haughty look on his face, seriously considering going to pick up that kunai and toss it right at Sasuke's chest as hard as she could just so she could be the one snickering at him.
But she didn't, of course.
The kunoichi-in-training shook her head in anger and went to pick up the kunai she had just thrown at the target, then stepped back at her original position wordlessly, completely ignoring Sasuke. After focusing for a few seconds, she roughly threw the dart-like object at the dead tree stump, but it once again struck the side of it instead of the dead middle.
Another snicker.
Disgusted with her, the raven-haired boy asked out loud, "Are you sure you've been throwing those since you started training with the Academy?"
Mitsumi didn't listen; she simply went to retrieve the kunai, and then repeated the exact same move only to fail again.
"Hai," she snapped back at him, sick of this stupid accuracy test. Alright, so throwing the little iron weapon around wasn't her thing, so what?
It didn't help that she was in a foul mood. She had been there at six-thirty sharp, just like he'd asked. But the little jerk had made her wait fifteen minutes, then with no explanation for his tardiness, had told her to follow him. Mitsumi had bit her tongue to keep herself from snapping at the shinobi, but had followed him anyways.
He brought her to a forest just outside Konoha, not saying a word to her. Then, having made his way to a clearing, he had propped up a tree trunk on its side on a second vertical trunk so it would be at about her level. Afterwards, he had handed her a kunai and had told her to hit it in the middle. Which she was trying to do right now.
"You're not doing it right," Sasuke sighed impatiently, making Mitsumi roll her eyes. If he wanted to do his smartass, she was going to play right back with him.
"Obviously, since I'm not hitting it in the middle!" she hissed, glaring at him. "Instead of snickering at me, you should be telling me what I'm doing wrong! It's not easy to throw that thing with deadly accuracy!"
Sasuke didn't seem to appreciate the attitude, but he went to pick up the kunai and stepped beside her. He studied the tree trunk, then closed his eyes, waited a few more seconds, then threw it.
"Okay, so you know how to throw it. But I'm the one who should be practicing, not you!" she exclaimed bitterly as the kunai hit the target right in the middle.
He snickered again, then produced a second kunai from his pocked and handed it to her. Mitsumi grabbed it without a second thought and prepared herself to throw it. She pulled her wrist back like Tadashi had taught her to, then transferred her weight forward to her other leg and extended her arm rapidly to throw it.
Just when her hand was about to release the weapon, Sasuke grabbed her wrist to stop her. She gave him a sharp glare, wondering what he was doing, but then he raised her arm about an inch higher, then stepped back and nodded. Mitsumi almost laughed in his face as she drew back, and then threw the kunai with her hand slightly higher than usual.
PANG
The teenage girl blinked it surprise as her kunai bounced off the one that was planted in the middle. If Sasuke had taken out the weapon he had thrown before, hers would've been in the dead center.
"Wow…" she whispered, looking at the fallen piece of iron on the grass. "Thank you!"
Sasuke smirked slightly, shaking his head. "Details actually matter, Mitsumi. But when you go into battles and you're in a dangerous position, screw the accuracy. Just throw as hard as you can and only make sure it'll hit the person," he said, stepping forward to pick up the kunais as she nodded in understanding. He slipped them back in his pocket and turned towards her, a small gleam appearing in his coal black eyes.
"Now let's test out your balance!" he said, turning his back to her and starting to walk.
Mitsumi immediately winced, but followed him anyways. That had always been a big issue to her; she was absolutely horrible at keeping her balance. 'This is just great,' she told herself. 'If Sasuke smirked at my throwing skills, he'll probably die of laughter at seeing me walk on a beam or whatever he wants me to do!'---
Mitsumi groaned in complete embarrassment as she looked up at the balance beams that the Academy had just gotten built. They were about ten feet up in the air, and the boards were half a foot by one foot wide.
"Jump on up, there's a good wind this morning. We'll see how long you can manage to stay!" Sasuke ordered, jumping up himself on one beam. He stayed perfectly still, not even slightly swaying as he looked down at her expectantly.
The girl sighed and looked up at her teacher, then asked bitterly, "What will it do if I jump on there anyways? Aren't you supposed to teach me jutsus and techniques?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes impatiently, and then shouted back, "I have to test out your skills before I can teach you anything. Now do it!"
Mitsumi didn't wait another second; she didn't exactly enjoy his commanding tone. At least she had no problems with her jumping. She jumped up exactly on the beam, waving her arms frantically around herself so she wouldn't fall. After a few seconds of struggling, though, she lost her balance and went crashing face first into the sand below. The girl winced again and closed her eyes, expecting to hear laughter coming from Sasuke.
But it didn't come.
She then rolled on her back and looked up at him meekly as she brushed the sand away from her face. He was looking into the distance, shaking his head lightly. But the expression on his face made Mitsumi want to run away. He looked disappointed and disgusted with her, not even finding it funny anymore.
The teenage girl got up and jumped back on the beam. It took about ten tries before she was able to stand straight without falling. She shot Sasuke an almost pleading glance, hoping he wouldn't be mean to her and would congratulate her with her effort.
But the disappointment wasn't leaving his face. He pushed back his raven hair as he shook his head again, then jumped down from his beam. "Be here tomorrow at the same time, we'll practice again," he said roughly, and without another word, left.
Mitsumi jumped down also, then sunk to her knees as frustration filled her mind. She gripped sand into her fists, then threw it back down and stood up. She would get better for Sasuke. She would show him that she can become a great shinobi like he is. And one day, he wouldn't be the one laughing anymore.
The teenage girl made her way back to her apartment, her body sore. Falling a dozen of times from the beam wasn't exactly therapeutic for her back, and she was now feeling the painful effect of the ground. Plus she had to start again tomorrow.
Unlocking her door, Mitsumi let herself in and shut the door behind her, then fell down on her bed and allowed herself to relax. But then Sasuke's snickers came back in her mind, fueling her anger. She sat up and looked at the ceiling, then suddenly shouted as loud as she could,
"I hate you, Sasuke Uchiha!"
A/N: Here we go, chapter three!
Hard to believe that it's actually a romance! XD But yes, I promise, things will get better. And maybe in the next chapter, if I get loads of reviews. 'Cause like you people know, I looove reviews!
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