Ino
There were lots of things Ino had failed at.
She had failed at winning Sasuke's heart. She had failed at making her sensei proud. She had failed at being as strong physically as she was mentally. She had failed at being there for her friends. She had failed at completing the juunin test. She had failed everything.
Ino was a failed Kunoichi.
True, she was a talented healer, but she couldn't fight. She couldn't kill. She couldn't hurt people without feeling sick afterwards. She couldn't murder, infiltrate, torture or blackmail people.
She knew this, and she knew, to Konoha, she was pointless. There was no use to her but running her family's shop.
Ino was a failed Kunoichi.
Ino picked a flower and watched the procession of ninja before her. There were times when she regretted her inability to kill, times when she missed Sakura and Shikamari and Chouji and actually being of use.
But standing here, watching her friends trail past her with faces that looked the same, eyes that didn't glow, she didn't feel like she had missed out on much.
Ino was a failed Kunoichi.
But at least she still had her soul.
