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Genius.
A Youjutsu and Senjutsu genius.
She was Kuroka, the daughter of Fujimai and the elder sister to Shirone, she was previously a Nekoshou who had given up her pure blood for the sake of an easier life with her sister. At a young age, she had sold her soul to a devil and became his slave. She had grown stronger under him, soon enough she had even easily surpassed her master in strength. It took barely any time for her to manage that, even though she had been only a young teenager at the time when she sold herself.
Kuroka was far different in appearance than her petite mother.
"Oh really now, another of you weaklings are fighting me nyahaha!" Kuroka laughed as she jumped through the trees of Senjutsu Island, also known as Mt. Oinari by some, and raced through the giant forest to find herself her mother's old master. She was strong as she was right now, but for several reasons, she needed to find this legendary hero.
A human senjutsu master who her mother had apprentinced under, before she had quit and left Senjutsu Island forever? That was something interesting.
Kuroka, one day, you should go to Senjutsu Island like I did. I might not have completed my training, or learned Master's Senjutsu, but on that island, I became far stronger and better with chakra than I could ever imagine.
"Surface Sticking... easy as cake, she taught me that as a child. You're going to need to try harder than that kitty cat." Kuroka summoned a fireball in blue, and killed a giant cat that had pounced towards her. A battle scarred animal that she blew to chunks before it could get any closer to her.
The Giant Forest, the first trial.
This was where her mother had learned how to fine tune chakra control to the feet, and single points of the body. To say that she, Kuroka, a genius hadn't already mastered this would be a lie.
Unlike her mother, she was a true talent.
She just kept her eyes on the goal, the top of the mountain that was covered by clouds. Unlike her mother who failed, she would master everything this so called master could teach her. The legends said that no student had ever actually completed the program, all students who studied under Master Naruto quit, not one had ever truly succeeded in any way, shape, or form.
Yet, every single student was very powerful, all those who had studied under Naruto, even the failures, ended up far stronger for it.
-7 Hours Later-
"Quick Sand? HA! You'll have to do far better than that if you want to challenge me nyahaha!" Kuroka was genuinelly having fun as she used the lessons taught to her by her mother, in order to rush across the sand with practiced ease. She had learned and mastered this years ago in a matter of days, something that her mother had take such a long time to fine tune and master.
To say that she was a genius far exceeding her mother would be an understatement.
She was Kuroka the Black Cat, she was a Nekoshou of the highest caliber!
She was a genius!
She used her flames, hotter than any other Nekoshou before her, and used them to turn the sand into glass in front of her. The sands turned into a glass floor for her to walk on, not against the rules of the island at all. She was nearly out of chakra, so when she ran out Kuroka sat down on the glass and enjoyed basking in the sun.
"Mother had to run back and forth, everyday, increasing her stamina as she mapped this entire desert of it's sand... what a waste of time. Everyone knows the shortest path to your goal is a straight line." Kuroka sat down and looked at the clouds in front of her, a glint in her yellow eyes. Her eyes were the only trait that she had inheritted from her mother, her yellow cat eyes that glinted with a killer instinct and seductive purr.
When her chakra recovered, Kuroka stood up and started to run again, using her strategy to turn any possible quicksand into glass.
Turning chakra into energy for youjutsu was a 1 to 10 ratio aspect, by giving forth a 1 of chakra, you gained a 10 of youjutsu. Instead of using her skills in chakra to walk on the quick sand, she would use her skills in youjutsu in order to make better use of her chakra and allow it to last a lot longer. Unlike her mother, who had lower reserves of chakra, she was born amazing, with high pools of energy to make use of, and having her own energy greatly enhanced by the magic of the devil that had once binded her.
'I'm far superior to my mother, unlike her, I've got a goal... I've got a purpose, I'm not here just to learn.' Kuroka thought after a few hours of tedious running.
Her mother had quit.
Her mother had not failed the training, while still in her training, she flat out quit. Her mother had never told her the reason that she quit, only that she had learned something about herself that had left her unable to continue. That was weakness, her mother had been too unresolved, she had lacked the same iron in her belly that she, Kuroka, had after years of raising her younger sister, selling her soul into slavery, and killing her own master for her sister.
She, Kuroka, had ambition burning inside of her.
She crossed the desert in a mere 13 hours of running across.
There was the base of Mt. Oinari.
"Mother spent years climbing up and down you, working on her stamina and increasing her chakra reserves, while fine tuning her chakra control to perfection. This smooth mountain, smoothed by millions of years of water rushing over it, is nearly impossible to get a grip on it for any but the greatest of chakra controllers nya." Kuroka sang to herself with a proud smile.
In less than a day, she had done what had taken her mother more than 5 years to do, she had crossed both the forest and the desert.
Now she only had to climb the mountain.
She wasn't weak like her mother though.
Her body was enhanced by the magic of the underworld, she wasn't a pure yokai anymore. She was better, at least when it came to power.
"So... you're Fujimai's Daughter huh? You must be a hard worker just like her... I'm sick of being compared to a woman who failed as a student, failed as a mother, and failed as a woman... Dying to protect that vile man..." Kuroka was sick of all of the yokai who had met her mother, who she had met, always comparing the two of them. She heard a lot of it before her sister had been born, and she had lived near other yokai and even humans.
She was Kuroka.
She was better than her mother, she would prove it, she wasn't some little kitten who existed in the shadow of her mother's failures.
Her mother had climbed up and down this mountain, every day, for years while she mastered her chakra, expanded her reserves to their limit, and increased the strength of her body and stamina to their limits as well. This had been the last and greatest test for her mother, and it had taken over 4 years for her to complete this one task. Her mother had spent a great portion of her youth taking all these tests.
Her mother had come to this island a child, and climbed to the top of the island as a grown woman.
"I'm better than her though." Kuroka spoke with spite in her tone as she clawed her way into the island's mountain, and she used her fine chakra control to only send her chakra to the very tips of her claws. Her claws scratched grooves into the stone, and Kuroka began climbing, not slowing down in the slightest.
She wasn't going to take the same path as her mother.
She wasn't going to spend all of her time working towards a goal that she didn't have, only to quit after over 20 years of training. Her mother had spent most of her life on this island, most of her very short life here.
The years her mother had spent on this island were the happiest of her life.
Her mother had told her stories of her own hard work, and how every time her Master smiled at her, she felt happier than anything that had come after she quit.
-Halfway Up the Mountain-
"I... refuse to climb back down... I won't be like her." Kuroka was out of chakra.
Her fingers were bleeding as she dug her claws into the stone through brute force, and since she was pushing herself forward, her chakra wasn't returning to her fast enough. If she tried to climb back down, she would be able to recover chakra and start again. She refused to do that though, because that was the same path that her mother had taken.
She was better than that.
She didn't need chakra for this, she had her claws, she had her determination, and above that, she was a genius. She was going to find out a way for this to work out, so she kept climbing the mountain even as the air got so thin hat she had trouble breathing.
The air was cold.
Her mother had needed to use her chakra to warm herself up, but Kuroka didn't need that, she had gotten so far up the mountain by sucking up the pain and trying her best to ignore the cold. In one go, she had made it halfway up the mountain.
Her bleeding fingers.
The warm blood that dribbled down her arms, freezing before it got to her elbows, all of it was just something she would suffer through if it meant being different than her mother.
"... Mother... you were almost 20 when you were at this point... but I'm only 14 and I'm far better than you. In less than 2 days, I'm surpassing 10 years of your hard work... I'll succeed in everything that you failed at nya." Kuroka's mind was filled with the piss and vinager of youth, her mind nothing but a single thought at the moment.
She was better.
She was a genius.
She was Kuroka.
-At the Top of the Mountain-
She was half-dead.
Kuroka made it to the top of the mountain, but she was in no condition to celebrate her journey. Her skin was deathly pale from the cold, her eyes were hazy and unfocused as she had trouble breathing, and her fingers were completely blood covered as her once sharp nails had been broken down to the fingers.
She was grinning though.
She couldn't speak though, she didn't even know why she was grinning, she didn't really remember where she was or what she was doing. Her body was warming up though as the air at the top of the mountain started to get a lot warmer, thanks to a natural hot springs that seemed to be located at the very top. The cold freezing her body would be healed quickly.
She felt warm though.
Strong, warm arms picked her up.
"I'm impressed, I've never had a student dumb enough, or strong enough, to make the entire journey in 3 days. You're either a dumb genius, or a brave fool filled with a single minded determination. Well then, lets get you healed up, training starts once your body becomes used to this thin air."
The voice was filled with the same loving warmth as the arms that held her.
Kuroka passed out.
Chapter End!
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