Note this chapter will show a small amount of her past, not her full past, but the next few chapters will.
The journey to the Land of Waves was one done in silence, but there was the casual questions such as "How far are we?" or "Let's make camp!" Kairi had her Byakugen active, searching in front of them and directing the on which way to go. Yukan and Kura also checked the way ahead by sniffing. Sasuki was on the rear with Ty-Lee, ready to defend from behind, Sasuki held her sword close, looking everywhere she could, listen, feeling the winds change, noticing everything.
As they grew closer and closer to the border seperating the Wave and Fire nations, someone spoke up.
"Guys we should make camp for the night." Shosai said with a calm composure
"Why?" Mistural inquired in an irritated fashion
"Look at Kairi-san, she needs rest." They all turned their attention to the blonde in front of them, she was indeed, in need of rest. She was barley able to keep her Byakugen activated after traveling so far.
"No Sho-san, I'm fine, we need to hurry for Mistu…" she didn't finish her sentence. Kairi had collapsed on the branch she had landed on, closing her eyes as she released her Byakugen, and passing out from straining herself. But only after a faint apology passed her lips.
"Ok, we will make camp, someone carry Kairi-chan to camp." Mistural ordered.
"Ok, I'll get her." Hana replied, she had been awfully quiet this mission, she looked like there was something weighting on her mind. But what?
*A few hours later*
Kairi had finally regained consciousness, and they finished setting up camp. They all gathered around the heat of the fire, in absolute silence, Eating until finally, what everyone had been waiting to say for so long, was finally said.
"Mistu-nee, what happened that day, 8 years ago" Hana asked
Mistural first looked shocked, then her face became sombre as the memories came flooding back to her. She felt tears begging to fall that she could not and would not stop, slowly placing her head in her hands, she wiped those tears that stained her face and looked up to the night sky. The sky was dark, but lit with thousands and millions of bright stars, just like then. She let out a sight and rubbed her temples slowly. She straightened herself up and entwined her fingers into a fist, letting them lay on her lap. She took a deep breath in and began to talk.
"8 years ago, when I was 10 the clan house was attacked. The clan house was on one of the mountains, you know the ones behind the Hokage monument. We were the gradins of the Land, hence our clan name. Hiryu, we were the Fire Dragons. Then that day came, it seemed just like a normal day, but is now the worst day to all Ryu clans, The day of black death," She took another deep breath before continuing, "They came, those 3 in black and red robes, and began to kill as many as they could find, we fought, oh how we fought. But we weren't strong enough, Okaa-san, Otoo-san, they died saving use. R-right in f-f-front-t of me. Cut down before my very eyes"
She held her hands too her face, eyes wide with fear, voice raising with every word she spoke. The torture this young woman has been through. Rocking her body back and forth, clutching her face, hot tears streaming down her face. She forced herself to continue. She once again look up to the sky, the drew breath once more.
"I grabbed you Hana, I held you close and I ran and ran, you had no idea what was happening. I saw my parents die, I wasn't gonna let them take you too, so we ran and hid, I looked up to the sky that day and wished and wished and wished, that at least they wouldn't get you. But one of them found us They attacked and I tried to run, I wanted to protect you, I released stage 2…"
Hana gasped, she was utterly shocked at the thought of using stage 2
"I got them, but not before they got me, the struck me right across my back with some kind of attack."
Mistural stood up, she turned so her back was facing everyone, she slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt up until a large scar running from one side her back to the other was made visible. This earned many gasps, for no one had known she had a scar on her back. She sat back down to continue.
"I remember using a transportation jutsu to get us away from the are, then I don't remember. When I woke up, Hinata-sama found us, she heal my back first but I begged her to make sure you were alright first. She took us back to Konoha, where I received treatment for my wounds. 2 weeks later, I met Hokage-sama for the first time, I told him everything that happened that day and here I am, 8 years later, still haunted, still scared."
Mistural brought her knees up to her chest, holding them tight, once again looking up to the sky, as if her constant reminder of what she lives for. She finally placed her head on her knees, starting to cry, tears of anguish, cries of pain and wales of apology. She pulled her on her legs harder as her tears grew stronger. She closed her eyes and again drew a deep breath, signalling she was finished with her story.
"Mistural-san" Ty-lee breathed
Mistural raised her head, but there was a look on her face, as if she wasn't telling the whole truth, there was something she was hiding, and everybody else knew it.
"There's something you not telling us, Mistu-nee"
Mistural stood up, looking sown on them, her expression was of determination and anger. She said before she turned violently on her feet and left, walking to her tent.
"That has nothing to do with you, it's between me and the previous generation of the Konoha rookies!"