Weird chapter…hope you like it!

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Mirah yawned, stretching her arms. She squinted at the slim ray of sunlight that had slipped through a slit in the curtains. A new day…but today was special. Today she was fifteen years old.

Yawning lazily, she donned the usual: A sleeveless black turtleneck, baggy green shorts, and a pair of worn combat boots. After pulling her hair into a quick ponytail, she rushed downstairs to greet Wing-san.

"Ohayo!"

He smiled at her.

"We have much to do today Mirah. We will attempt Zetsu again."

"B-But..!" She grumbled unhappily. Some birthday present this was.

She pouted indignantly and closed her eyes submerging herself in the sea of her aura.  A familiar feeling of warmth surrounded her and she began the arduous process of containing it. Again, a hazy glow of aura remained as if taunting her. Angrily, she tried to force it through the shoko, but to no avail. Once more, it surged out.

"See? It's hopeless."

Wing-san chuckled to himself.

"What!?" She demanded crossly.

"Be gentle. Forcing it like that won't work. Watch."

He stood there, motionless and suddenly, as if by magic, his aura flowed into him.

Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"See? It's not so hard. Brute force usually isn't the best way to go about things. Try again but this time don't force it and relax."

She nodded and loosened her muscles, exhaling slowly. Let it flow into you…

Mirah concentrated, feeling the aura, her aura. It spun about in lazy patterns and through her outstretched hands. This felt right. It seemed as if it wanted to be inside her. The energy glowed warmly, swirling in wraithlike plumes of smoke into her shoko until they were one. She opened her eyes to be greeted by a beaming Wing-san.

"It's a lot better than before."

After a couple more tries she had mastered it.

"I did it! And I don't feel half as exhausted as I did last night." She gushed excitedly.

"Good job. Let's take a break now, shall we?"

She glanced at the clock, surprised to see that it was already well past noon.

"Come." He motioned her towards the window. For a while, he simply stared out across the wide expanse of city, not saying a single word. Finally he turned to her. Though he was smiling, there was a queer underlying sorrow that Mirah sensed.

"Mirah…"

 He sighed. "I cannot teach you any more."

"W-What?"

"You are fifteen years old now and I cannot teach you enough to keep you safe forever. You must leave and experience the world for yourself." A peculiar feeling of déjà vu flitted through her numb mind. You must leave. The words held a cold sense of finality. They echoed mercilessly through her mind. She had lost two mothers. And now she would lose her second father.

He paused and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a silver pendant– a tiny angel with graceful wings extended and eyes that bespoke pain but also a glimmering of hope. Eyes that bored into her very soul.

"Netsuko wanted you to have this." He said, pressing the cold metal into her palm.

She felt the tears prick her eyes, but she held them back with ferocity.

"Please…" She whispered.

"Mirah, you must go. I cannot watch over you forever. You have your own quests to seek and your own destiny to fulfill. It must be this way."

"But where will I go?"

"Wherever you feel you must."

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Hehe, do the events move along too fast? I got bored with Wing (no offense to Wing fans) so I decided to move along to the fun part…R&R please!