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Kishomi slowly crawled out of bed, careful to not make any sound on the wooden floor. Someone had left a bowl of fruit by her bedside table. She snatched an apple from the bowl and took a bite. The crisp, sweet taste of the fruit woke her up. Kishomi walked over to the window and looked outside. It was still dark, but the sun was already inching up over the horizon. Brilliant views of midnight and dawn mixed with each other, an aura of the light and dark.
"I've got to manage my chakra well now…" she muttered to herself while chewing on the apple. A bit of juice trickled down her chin. Her tongue shot out and licked up the sweet liquid. Kishomi's eye trailed to the permanent "thought" mark on her left arm. The black mark stood out from her outfit. She sighed heavily and threw the remains of the apple away.
The door clicked open. Kishomi gave a little grunt, as the sound was sudden. A man dressed in a dark cloak stood in the doorway, a menacing sign to all in the blank hospital room. Kishomi backed towards the window. The man's face was covered with a rice picker hat that hung low over his head. "Heh." he said lowly. Kishomi gripped the curtains tightly behind her. Her grasp on them tightened as the man advanced slowly towards her.
"Who…who are you!" she demanded nervously. The man didn't seem to notice her comment and kept on walking towards her. Kishomi had no weapons of any kind on her, so her hand moved towards the window, struggling to push the latch open.
"What's wrong?" the man asked dangerously as he stopped, five feet away from the girl. Kishomi finally managed to get the window lock to release, but the man slid off his rice picker hat with a swift movement. She gasped.
"Dosaan…doushita no?" Kishomi asked in wide surprise. The man supposedly Kishomi's father smirked. Kishomi eyed the man a bit more. His face features were so much of Kishomi's brother that she believed herself. The man sat down in a chair adjacent from the bed.
"Hai." he mumbled lowly as Kishomi let go of the window latch.
"Eh..? Really!" Kishomi exclaimed quickly, but she quickly remembered the code of conduct towards the head member of the clan. She shut her mouth as to let the head speak.
"Hai." the man said. Kishomi's hand trailed from the window and fell back at her side. She hadn't seen her own father in nine years. Why was he now coming to her? It felt odd encountering with her father, as he was busy on missions and had a sinister temperament. But this man seemed a bit different, although in the beginning he had attempted to terrorize Kishomi.
"Dosaan…why did you scare me?" she muttered lowly. The man laughed a bit.
"I wasn't. You were just scared. I was trying to advance, but yet you never grasped the chance to understand my movements. That is not a smart way of a ninja like you, Kishomi." he said, scratching the back of his head. It was clear that his menacing "encounter" had failed.
"Dosaan…" Kishomi started, but her father knew what she needed. He put back on his rice picker hat.
"Come, Kishomi-chan. You need training, right? The main matches are in one month and judging by your brother's words, I cannot let a person fail in their nindo." Dosaan said quietly. Kishomi nodded. Her father had the ability to read memory and the current thoughts of another, so there was no point in keeping her mind in secret. But she remembered the Sakada ninja path: Only train for yourself and shape your future the way you desire; what you make of it is the final result. So why was her father breaking that 'independent' way of the ninja right now?
"Shikashi…Dosaan…" Kishomi started, but her father cut in.
"Eii. No worry." he said. Kishomi lowered her head.
"I understand. Arigato gozaimasu." she said. Her father stood up and started towards the doorway. Kishomi decided that it was her queue to follow. She trailed after her father.
"Mmm. Kishomi-your brother had read your memory just recently and it says…that a Kyoretsu had been a bother of your time." Dosaan said. His voice sounded unpleasant, but Kishomi decided to speak.
"Hai. This boy…from the Chuunin mark exams was after me to get back at a rivalry between our clan and…his." she said, stopping. Dosaan nodded.
"Naru hodo. You'll understand later how to deal with…a grudge." he said, but Kishomi didn't hear the last two words.
"Neh?" she asked, trying to decipher the previous words of her father. Dosaan shook his head.
"Nothing, nothing. We'll talk about it later, musume(daughter)." he said, and slid open the door. Kishomi stepped out with him and they started down towards the hallway. Nurses saw the odd pair and backed out of their way, as Kishomi's father wore a threatening look on their face. One nurse, however, chose to confront the two.
"This girl can't leave yet! It says for her to gain two more days of rest! She'll have to stay!" she said, jabbing her finger at a clipboard. Kishomi's father shrugged and shook his head.
"No. She's fine now. You wouldn't understand, much less care." he said and pushed the nurse away. People gazed upon both Kishomi and her father as a threat. A person stepped up to Kishomi's father and looked at him squarely in the eye.
"What do you think you're doing! This is a hospital! We have a facility here and I don't wish that you—" he started, but Kishomi's father ignored him and kept on walking. Kishomi followed, not knowing what else to do. People stared back at the pair, silent in all ways.
When Kishomi and her father got outside, she stopped. "Dosaan, I should start on training then…I hope you don't mind me leaving you here right now." Kishomi said, turning her back.
"Kishomi-chan. You can't possibly train by yourself…you don't understand do you? Why would I come to visit you and pull you out of the hospital?" her father asked, glaring down on Kishomi. She lowered her head.
"You want to train me don't you?" she asked, hiding a hint of a smile. Her father looked up and nodded.
"So desu." he said. Kishomi remained silent. Her father understood what she was thinking. "No matter Kishomi. Please don't take in the code too seriously right now…there's more important things than that right now." Kishomi looked up and smiled.
"Hai, Dosaan. I'll do my best to keep up." she said. Her father grinned and took her arm.
Kishomi and her father arrived at the forest. "Kishomi-chan…your opponent is still undecided-but we can't slack off and just toy with weapons and hand to hand combat. Chakra usage is very essential so you can show off your skills to your opponent!" Dosaan said. Kishomi nodded obediently. She had to gather every bit of information her father said into her memory.
Kishomi's father walked over to a tree stump and pointed at it. "Show me the Memory Grasper…er…Avenger on this wood." He instructed his daughter. Kishomi nodded and closed her eyes.
"Think. What did that Nagare do to you? You must have recollections of his attacks somehow…" Kishomi thought to herself. She finally singled in on Nagare's specialty, his water ribbons. She concentrated for a second, lowering her head. Her hand reached out and the water spikes speared into the wood and a splitting sound was heard. The wood cracked down in the middle and splinters flew everywhere. Kishomi evaded the wood chips with ease.
Her father stood in the background nodding in notice of her memory attack. But somehow, the water ribbons that Kishomi conjured from her memory irritated him. "Kishomi…come here." Dosaan said, signaling his hand for Kishomi to come to him. She ran over obediently and faced her father.
Although Kishomi tried to hide her angry expression of the flashbacks, her father knew immediately that she had killed one of the Kyoretsu members. He looked down as well. "That attack. I know it…it's that boy's infamous invention, isn't it? Their clan inherits that horrible kekkai genkai enabling them to invent their own water techniques." He said sharply. His facial expression darkened in the hatred he had for the rival clan of waterfall.
Kishomi understood immediately. Nagare was from a so-called high family from taki. Her father had more to say though. He added, "You wonder why we escaped from that waterfall village? There's your answer. Them. Those bastards thought that getting rid of us would be the answer to everything in the world. They were terribly wrong in thinking we would escape from the government's clutches." Kishomi eyed her father mysteriously. She put the pieces together and gasped.
Nagare's family was the one who reported of their family's bloodline when they had it themselves, hoping for the rivalry to be put to an end. But the Sakada family escaped, leaving the Kyoretsu family in shame for an incomplete mission. Although their bloodline was never discovered by the government itself, their hatred for their rival clan grew more and more throughout the years. Soon enough, every born member of the clan was taught the arts to counter that of the Sakada mind/memory techniques. When the bloodline war was coming to an end, they sent out ninja from their clan to search for the Sakada clan, but only a select few 'weaker' members were found and killed. When the Chuunin exams came up, Nagare was sent for a final mission that ended up as a failure. He died doing so, and his mission was classified as: FAILED.
Both families had been in strict rivalry for generations. Kishomi's ancestors were notorious for their fights against the Kyoretsu clan. This "trait" was soon passed down to all families of the Sakada. The blackmail that the Kyoretsu used caused the Sakada to become like a nomadic family, moving from various villages to another. Tight thoughts chewed on Kishomi's father's mind since he was a child. Sakada Omoi had always to destroy the entire clan of the Kyoretsu.
"That boy you killed in the pre-matches. Your memory tells me so. Is he not the second oldest of the clan?" Omoi asked. His slate colored eyes penetrated Kishomi with a mortifying glare.
Kishomi gulped and nodded. "Hai, Omoi-sensei…" she said. Her father's expression changed into a more relaxed look.
"Right, Kishomi-chan. We should start the training now, I presume?" he asked Kishomi. She agreed quickly with a nod of her head.
Omoi-sensei began his training for Kishomi. "Chakra control is useful in attacking opponents. Come, I will teach you new things." Omoi-sensei said, smiling. Kishomi's anxious look drew her to the most amazing skills one could conjure.
Omoi sensei formed his hand in the chakra summon kata and looked at Kishomi. "Your first technique to learn from me is the Memory Drain. This technique is very strong in extracting memory and chakra out of an opponent. All chakra is focused into the user's hands, charging the mixture of special memory of chakra used as a weapon to attack." Omoi-sensei said. "This isn't too hard to learn. It's a more 'minor' type of skill to learn from all the ninjutsu we have on our list." Kishomi nodded.
"Focus chakra into palms," Kishomi thought, "And attack the key target-the opponent's forehead!" Kishomi repeated to herself. Blue chakra glowed in her hands, which quickly increased to covering the entire hand. "Here-Dosaan!" Kishomi's taut hand formed into the chakra focusing form. She aimed towards her father's head. Her fingers forcefully touched his forehead, but nothing happened.
Her father shook his head. "Wrong. Your hands lost control of the chakra right when you hit me. I notice that you're far too determined to learn this technique, and that diverted your concentration from your chakra use. I don't expect you to make a miracle happen the first time, so don't be too hasty. You need full focus of chakra in the hands, which determines this attack's outcomes. If you don't put your heart into the chakra control, the chances are, all your attacks won't be so powerful. Normally, a higher level of this attack would be enough to possibly annihilate a person by the chakra force and the speed you put into the attack." He explained. Kishomi took in his words slowly, as if eating the information one by one.
Omoi-sensei looked at Kishomi and understood his daughter's first reaction. "No. I assure you that I can block your attack perfectly so it won't be enough to hurt me, Kishomi-chan," he said, shaking his head. "It'll be fine. Your chakra is not quite well developed enough to hurt me too much. A few minor injuries won't bother me too much, considering my chakra is strong enough to immediately heal myself." Kishomi dropped her tight shoulders in relief and nodded.
Kishomi took a run at her father, molding her chakra as she went. Her father carelessly blocked each attack like repelling a bug. Kishomi couldn't understand why her chakra wasn't correctly functioning today, but she kept taking a turn at her father. Nothing worked. Omoi-sensei watched lazily as each time Kishomi tried and failed. "Ichi…ni…san…shi…go…" he counted the number of times that Kishomi had attempted at the skill. Kishomi was now huffing in exhaustion, but since her chakra reserves had increased during her last fight, her strength hadn't died just yet. She had enough power to make this attack work on her father.
"Kuso…"Kishomi cursed under her breath. Her forehead dripped perspiration as she focused her chakra into her palm. Her mind couldn't seem to put the concentration into her molding. Kishomi gritted her teeth and clenched her palm as she forced chakra to flow into her hand. Nothing seemed to get into her hand and form the power she once had. Omoi-sensei watched her endless attempts on trying to mold her energy.
"Kishomi-chan…you don't force chakra into your palms to get the power…you have to concentrate and calculate how much chakra to form and when to use it. When you have the right amount of the chakra needed for a certain attack, then the chakra sort of forms itself to your liking and that's when you use it. So before, you actually knew what you were doing, but now-it seems like you've put too much effort into what you need to do, and so you lose a bit of the concentration needed to make the technique work." Omoi-sensei said in detail to Kishomi. She slumped down in worry. Omoi-sensei tried to reach for her shoulder, but he stopped. It was best to let his daughter contemplate to herself on what move she would make next. But Kishomi was not daunted. She stood up straight and looked at the sky in determination.
"Hai! Omoi-sensei! Hajimeru desu!" Kishomi said strongly in a striving desire, despite her failures. Omoi-sensei looked once at his daughter, then beamed in pride at the strength of mind Kishomi had.
Omoi-sensei glanced at the sky and understood what Kishomi was thinking. Half past noon. She was getting hungry. It was lunchtime.
"Neh, Kishomi-chan…are you hungry?" Omoi-sensei asked. Kishomi looked at her father slowly and shook her head. What was he thinking? It was training, not a time to slack off and go eat.
"Iie! I need to train! My nindo is to have the strongest willpower one can possess!" Kishomi declared at her father. Omoi-sensei laughed and nodded.
"Naru hodo, Kishomi-chan. I understand that you do have a strong will-and I hope that it will be the strongest one can possess!" he said, conforming to his daughter's ninja path. Kishomi gleamed with pleasure that her father was proud of the fact that she had a goal in life to achieve.
"Now…to resume training…" Kishomi said, getting into her ready position. Omoi-sensei stood adjacent to her, ready for his daughter to make another attempt at the Memory Drain. Kishomi took a new run at her father, this time with chakra formed into her palm. The blue and white energies mixed rhythmically in her hands as she thrust one finger forcefully at her father's head. Omoi-sensei quickly shot up his hand to parry the move, but Kishomi's movement was quick. Her finger had nearly touched Omoi-sensei's forehead before Omoi-sensei's quick dodging attack had blocked Kishomi's finger from fully touching his head. The forceful chakra had sent a shockwave to his head, so Omoi-sensei's mind was partially thrown off balance. He coughed up some blood to erase the pain. Never had he seen such strength put into such a small technique. Kishomi rushed by his side to check if he was okay.
"Daijobu, Dosaan!" she cried out. Omoi-sensei looked up to see that there were tears forming in Kishomi's eyes. She was worried about her father's mind chakra being damaged. Omoi-sensei nodded slowly and spat out more blood. Kishomi wiped away tears looking at her father in pain right now.
"Don't…cry Kishomi! Daijobu desu! I'm fine! Really!" Kishomi's father said slowly. Kishomi wasn't assured that Omoi-sensei would be alright. Omoi-sensei stared Kishomi squarely in the eye. His grey eyes twinkled.
"Consider this part of our 'gasshuku' cleared." He said, and walked away, leaving Kishomi a bit surprised as well as pleased that she had accomplished one task today. That concluded the training session for today.
Kishomi waited until her father disappeared from the distance. She gathered up belongings and started off towards the village. But somebody startled Kishomi from behind. She spun around, seeing that Naruto was standing in front of her, grinning widely.
"Neh, Kishomi-chan!" Naruto said, "Are you starting on your training already!" Kishomi smiled.
"Ano…I've actually just finished, Naruto-kun. I started pretty early today…considering the sun wasn't up when I came here…" She said, holding up some various weapons to show proof. Naruto gasped.
"Already! You should train more! If extra training helps me, I'd take the chance at it! C'mon! It's the MAIN matches! You can't just minimize your training sessions! The work continues until you're worked to death!" He stated firmly, holding up a fist. Kishomi giggled. She understood what he was driving for, but she was much too exhausted to continue on anymore training.
"Sumimasen, Naruto-kun…I've been wasting chakra all day…and I just haven't the time to continue…I'm still busy on some things to do today. Well…Ja ne! I'll see you later and good luck on your training! I hope you'll win your match, Naruto-kun, I really do." Kishomi said, bowing her head in respect. Naruto laughed loudly and patted Kishomi's shoulder.
"Arigato gozaimasu, Kishomi-chan! I wish you the same to your match! And one day-I hope that I can fight you to see what extreme powers you have!" He said, beaming at Kishomi's compliment. Kishomi grinned back and turned towards the village of Konoha.
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