Chapter Three: Satsuki
"Shh! Quiet down Sanka! Chirara get away from the knife! Haku hurr-" I started shouting at my many troubled siblings. I stopped when I saw a disturbing action, which was quite often seen.
"HAKU GET AWAY FROM SAKURA YOU PERVERT!" I gave my brother Haku a slap on the face.
I have five brothers and five sisters, siblings from my parents Miroku and Sango. Sango was one of the surviving taijia's and is amazingly strong. Miroku is a monk who is very perverted and has handed down the perverted actions to four of my brothers. The odd one out is a well-behaved brother who is only two years younger than me. He likes being alone and practicing on his axe. He was named Kohaku after Sango's little brother who was manipulated to kill his family and his sister. He was killed but brought back to life with a sacred jewel shard my parents forbid to talk about. Kohaku – as in my dead uncle – was exactly like my brother Kohaku. This year Sango is getting a bit superstitious because Kohaku was manipulated to kill his family when he turned eleven. My brother Kohaku is turning eleven this summer.
Naming my siblings was a hard task. I named all the ones younger than me. The girls are: Kanashi - 14, twin of Ayura. Sakura – 10. Chirara – 7. Niko – 2, twin of Eno who is a boy.
The boys: Kohaku – 11. Sanka – 9. Haku – 8. Eno – 2 twin of Niko who's a girl. Shikota – 1.
And that leaves me, Satsuki – 13.
We live in a village south of a special scared tree called Goshinboku. Many elders told me that it had a true story behind it that was renowned to all, but our parents forbade us to know about it. For what reason, I am curious, but I don't dare to secretly be told the legend that happened so recently.
"Kanashi! Ayura! Satsuki! Will you three girls get your brothers and sisters here for training?" Sango's frustrated yelling exploded our little hut.
"HAI!" we shouted back in different directions.
I ran outside to the field with three tiny hands clinging to my arms. Ayura and Kanashi were one set of twins, and the other set of twins were on their backs.
"Where are the other two?" Ayura scanned for running bodies.
A set of sandals ran towards us. There was the bright face of Kohaku, holding baby Shikota.
"Right here!" Kohaku beamed.
Sango and Miroku shuffled in front of the wide group of children – namely us – and separated us into groups for training. I was often separated to a private training session with either mother or father. It seemed that I was the only one in the family that could shoot an arrow properly. During my shots I would often see a pink – purple light appear around it. This, I never mentioned to my parents. I want to stay in curiosity until I find the day when things will make sense.