2 – Psychic
"Daddy, are you psychic?"
Inoshi hoisted his daughter up till she sat on the tabletop, little blue-shoed feet dangling prettily, and looked her in the eyes.
"That's an interesting word, Ino. What do you think it means?"
"I dunno. You can tell me!"
"Usually, it can mean two things: it means someone who knows the future before it happens, or it means someone who can know another person's thoughts before they speak, looking into their minds as if reading a book."
The three and a half year old, hair the color of fresh snow, smiled a toothy smile. "Then you are psychic! And Aunt Tari too!"
Ino raised his eyebrows. "How so?"
"You can go into, into-- in other persons' heads, right? And make them do stuff."
Inoshi grinned, and ruffled his daughter's hair. "It's not exactly the same, but that's very smart of you, Ino. No, I'm not a psychic because I can't hear what other people are thinking all the time-- that's what a psychic does. I have to use ninjutsu techniques. But my great-grandfather was."
"Really?"
"Really. And you know what he always told me, when I was little just like you?"
"What?"
"Mind your mind."
"But you always say that!"
Inoshi laughed, and kissed his daughter in the center of her forehead, where he knew one day a leaf sigul would proudly rest. "That's because it's good advice."