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Akira started school when he was five and she's three years younger so he would be eight when she starts off making Sakumo seven to eight when they meet while she would be about six.

A slight adjustment instead I thought it over and had a wonderfully overpowered thought that relates to taijutsu and her Kekkei Genkai. (Smack then bam their liquids turn acidic, very painful death)

3 new OC tossed in as well!

Just who am I exactly?

Is it alright to do the actions I do so boldly without a second thought? I am wiser than others at my physical age so of course I can afford to do rash things. After all I am viewed as a child; people often turn a blind eye.

Will I be able to live with myself after I hurt another individual? My growing apathetic nature would lean towards the side of indifference. In this society, to not be able to hurt another would label the person as pathetic and useless. I will avoid that label at all costs even if I get tinges of regret, I must live to impress.

I have adapted to this life, this ninja world, so smoothly. Death, violence, and manipulation are what are natural here. Kill another and do not question authority. Exhibit intense and large quantities of violence for personal growth and development or suffer the consequences. Missions and rules will always be above personal well-being and morals.

This society is quaint.

Akira, Mother, and Father all seem accepting of the social standards and requirements of young individuals, that we should all become little committed soldiers with no personal purpose. I find myself enjoying the foreignness of it all. I have no limits here aside from the sky, I can achieve anything I want and there will be little to no consequences. Conceptual understanding and hypothetical testing will push my abilities to grow to unimaginable results, if I am dedicated enough.

Dedication can be rather irritating. I grew used to the ease of things for the early years of life that I might have forgotten the struggles of effort. Chakra and any of the new anomalies that have been introduced required much observation and persistence. They are never clean, cut, and dry, much to my disappointment.

Academy proved to be rather useful for these instances. The topics I am curious about get briefly mentioned with sweet and short summaries that give a vague understanding of the topics. An example would be elemental affinity chakra, how exactly is this determined? Affinity is generally determined on genetics but as always there are individuals who have different ones compared to their families or neighbors. There are the standard five types of affinities, but so many more types exist by using combinations or simply from genetics, of course we are not privileged to know of all of them it seems.

Although I am well ahead of the children at my age, my physical limits hold my rank back. I could have easily been the top of my class, which was a year below Akira amusingly. I trained hard with Akira to try and increase my physical capabilities but it never seemed enough. Of course Akira disagreed with my opinion.

"Chieri-chan you're doing fine, alright?" Akira ruffled my hair before proceeding to jab my arm repetitively. "Stop, Being, So, Negative, You're fine, okay?" I smacked his hand away before rubbing the skin that whined in protest.

"I want to improve more. The level I rest at currently is insufficient for what I want to accomplish." I dusted myself off before getting back into starting position.

"I understand but I don't want my baby sister overworked. Will you take care of yourself for me please?" Akira asked while creating a puppy dog face, his lip sticking out slightly to look cuter. I closed my eyes as I sighed.

"I will Akira-kun, I will."

I did not cease my training effort but I did do as requested by resting and eating more. Slowly my efforts started to produce results as I crawled through the ranks, but I was still lacking. Through observation I have located an interesting child. His name was Hatake Sakumo. I am on the fence for whether to friend this child or not. He displays high intellection and adequate physical prowess; however his few admirers peck at my nerves. I waited on the day for when the two of us sparred to officially offer my consideration of friendship.

How that specific day was orchestrated was quite simple. We were gathered around in the courtyard separated into three even groups. Tokutochi-sensei called forth many students in pairs to demonstrate their skills. The fights were generally predictable, any of the clan children won without much difficulty. Few matches held my attention, one in particular I found fascinating was when two Hyuga's were put against each other. Both Hyuga's wore bandages on their forehead labeling them as branch members; I learned of this when I spoke with Mother about some of my classmates. Using their chakra enhanced taijutsu that blocked tenketsu, they fought long and hard. Eventually Sakoto Hyuga won by landing a strong hit to Haito Hyuga's leg causing him to be temporarily immobilized. Very fascinating to observe, I will have to try mimicking their techniques once I figure out how it exactly works.

Immediately after they finished, Sakumo and I were called to the ring. I stood across him and gave him a look over; his slim figure shouldn't prove too difficult to take down. Sakumo in turn smiled encouragingly before holding his hand up in the Seal of Confrontation. I mimicked him before falling into a tense stance.

"Begin."

We circled around each other in even paces, waiting for the other to make the first move. My impatience soon kicked in and I charged forward, my eyes darting between his arms and his form to determine what he was going to do.

Coming in with my left fist, he positioned his arms to block the punch before ducking to launch his own fist in a counter-attack. Following the momentum of my original decision, I spun and tried to land a kick on him while dodging his punch. Unfortunately I was still hit by his punch and my kick was halted by his free hand. I let out a growl before launching myself away from him, jumping in place momentarily to release pent up energy. Sakumo used this time to charge in low and before jumping up to try landing a barrage of kicks. I dodged around them before retaliating with punches and kicks of my own, the both of us at a stalemate.

My frustration grew when I couldn't land solid hits on him so I decided, why not play slightly dirty? I ducked down and rolled away, collecting dirt in my hands. Sakumo charged forward seeming to not notice or care of the dirt in my hands, I kicked forward to have him jump back before launching myself forward. The dirt fluttered in the air causing a small distraction for which I used to my advantage.

"Wow she has to play dirty to win?"

"Poor Hatake-kun, I hope she loses!"

I growled in annoyance before I slid behind him and launched my leg towards his inner knees with the intent to knock him to the ground. Sakumo jumped forward instinctually but the way he landed was slightly off causing him to stumble. He rubbed at his eye to get the dirt out while I dashed forward to tackle him. As expected he sidestepped so instead I used my momentum to handspring myself back to a standing position.

Circling around like hawks, we shortly after got into another skirmish before he managed to land a kick to my side. The air was knocked from my lungs, little time to recover as I threw my arms up to block another kick. While his foot was close enough I grabbed onto it and yanked it closer to cause him to stumble. I yanked again before jumping to lock my legs around his body causing both of us to tumble to the floor. We struggled against each other for quite some time until Sakumo managed to get on top to pin my arms and legs down. I stuck my tongue out at him as my final move, his cheeky grin causing a twitch in my brow.

The little cheers our classmates provided along with praise for Sakumo grated my nerves. We dusted ourselves off and gave the Seal of Reconciliation, his grin back in place. I listened in to the obnoxiously loud children as they spoke about the fight.

"She should've gone for the tackle sooner."

"How did he not notice her getting dirt?"

"The dirt was uncalled for."

"Right? She could've blinded him!"

"She deserved to lose."

These little brats think they can do better? My dark look spoke volumes as they shrunk away to instead spread their words as muffled mutters. Turning to look back at Sakumo who now was studying the next fight, I casually approached him.

"Hatake-san?" I called out, his eyes drifted towards me in confusion before they lit in acknowledgment. I paused momentarily, what is a good method to start a conversation? Perhaps a compliment is a good start?

"You are talented, Hatake-san." I commented, noting with disdain his friendly yet awkward response. Sakumo scratched his cheek as a sweat drop formed.

"Thank you, Kurosawa-san. You're quite skilled yourself, the spar was fun." His expression brightened up as he gave a shut eye smile.

"It is very pleasant to know that you enjoyed it as well. I put forth much effort to achieve my current skills; I would have hoped they produced fruitful results." I commented cheekily, my cheeks puffing as a sign of dominance. Sakumo nodded while letting out an 'ah' sound, sparing a glance at the one sided fight that was occurring. It was an Uchiha fighting a civilian, as predicted the civilian was losing badly.

"Was there anything you needed, Kurosawa-san?" I crossed my arms and walked in front of him to gain his attention, my brows creasing together. Now how to go about this?

"Let us become... friends, Hatake-san." His brow rose slightly.

"Sure I don't' mind." I let out a breath in relief, my form losing its stiffness. "Did you think I would say no?" He held a teasing smile on his face as I felt myself grow slightly self-conscious.

"Possibly, that is of the past now. I look forward to our future interactions Hatake-san." I commented as I stepped away to return my focus on the continuous fights.

Later on that day when Akira found out about my new friendship with Hatake Sakumo it wasn't that pretty.

"Wait wait wait" Akira motioned his hands back and forth before continuing. "Hold up now so you are telling me that this guy beat you up and you asked to be friends?!"

"Well he didn't necessarily beat me up but he did win the spar. What exactly is the issue, Akira-kun?" Akira let out a groan as he face-planted the table, the clinks of the various plates catching my attention.

"Aki-chan, don't do that you'll break the table." Mother reprimanded while waving her chopsticks at him. Akira bowed his head in apology before turning his attention to me.

"The issue is that guy was able to beat you in a fight. He has to be around my level which I don't like. What if when you two fight and you get seriously hurt? I won't be there to save you Chieri-chan." I waved him off before taking another bite of tofu, my attention returning to my food.

"Hey don't be like that! I'm trying to protect you Chieri-chan don't you see that?" I nodded lightly but didn't bother to look in his direction. He suddenly grabbed my arms and forced me to look at him, his expression very serious.

"Chieri-chan listen, if he does anything you don't approve of let me know. Don't try to deal with everything yourself."

"I am capable of handling myself Akira-kun. I appreciate your concern but it is unnecessary." Once he dropped his hands I returned to my food, he had a frown on his face for the rest of the meal. From then on he often inquired about our interactions and if I was doing well, I found it annoying yet very sweet.

Academics progressed as usual while my relationship with Sakumo increased. We were taught the ways of survival, different escape methods, throwing methods, and few offensive skills. As the conflicts outside of Konoha continued to escalate, many ninja were getting pulled to aid in the war effort.

With less time to train us, mother and father adjusted training to instruct certain details while the rest was centered on our commitment. They would often get pulled to different missions, which typically were to bring supplies to the front line. Father warned us that there was a high probability that he was going to be deployed as a field medic to aid in the possible war cause. With mother being a reinstated shinobi, I was unsure if she was going to be pulled or not as well.

To fill in the empty gaps in my schedule, I trained more with Akira or Sakumo to develop my own fighting style. I aimed for a style of elegance and destruction. My taijutsu emphasized agility and flexibility; retaliation requires improvement at the moment due to my lack of offence but it will be soon ideal enough. After all, I do not plan to specialize heavily with close range, I prefer destruction from a safe distance.

Mother and Father then introduced Akira and me with how to use our Kekkei Genkai. The focus and precision required was largely unexpected, the outcomes were also disappointing. Our first step was to insert and store our chakra into bodies of water. Now this sounded laughably easy, however chakra would often dissipate quickly after exiting the body. Our struggle revolved around how to figure out how to store chakra into a small space without any seals. The next step, when we do reach it, is to increase the amount of chakra that is stored in each droplet of the liquids.

Unfortunately I took longer than Akira to learn the trick of keeping chakra to the droplets, we simply had to weave our chakra through the particles to create a sort of net that would retain almost fully in the drops. We worked with tiny sized liquids for easier progress, the threads and designs could be done poorly but still do their job. Slowly scaling the size up until we were able to retain chakra in a fluid ounce took almost a year. Horribly slow progress.

By this point Father was rarely home in order to tend to wounded shinobi. Sakumo and I grew close enough to call each other good friends officially; well, our bond was established for a decent span to warrant an upgrade. The boy teased me greatly saying that it took me this long to realize what was obvious, he did request that I expand my circle aside from him and Akira however. Akira of course was not happy with that but I could choose who I interacted.

Even if I wanted to increase my circle of friends, that would be rather difficult.

I apparently am disliked by a large portion of our classmates; according to them I am too stuck-up. Rather than that, it is simply that I am confident in my skills. When it comes to my own thoughts of my classmates, I really don't feel that many are worthy of my feelings, no they are simply children that are irritating. I do appreciate some efforts that people put forth, such as Maito Dai.

Mocked often for his appearance and skills, Dai will simply smile all the negativity away. He is rather inspirational even if he is not very talented. I do admit that even his taijutsu skills are superior to mine but his other skills leave much to be desired. Although we rarely interacted, I have noted that he is very eccentric. I just wish he would change his clothes, the jumpsuit stuck out like a sore thumb.

The class sizes soon grew as teachers were called upon to aid the now apparent war effort; Students started graduating much earlier than desired. Our teachings are now becoming more focused upon what can help us survive in the war scenario. Spars happen daily multiple times instead of our usual amount of three times a week. Genjutsu is now barely taught as well as ninjutsu. The focus is solely on agility, trap making, taijutsu, and how well we can hide.

Negative words are often spoken about Suna and Iwa, apparently we are in a war with them. I try to not become swayed by the rumors that are spread around but it is so difficult, these children will repeat whatever they hear at loud volumes. Foreigners from Suna and Iwa are often bullied around, I feel pity for them. The adults are spit at and kicked from establishments. Their children are excluded, bullied, and heavily judged.

"Go away you garbage!"

I let out a sigh; these kids were getting on my nerves. Three students were huddled together as a bundle of students stood around them, kicking and spitting. I could hear one of the children crying, the mob only used it as stronger fuel to create more mockery.

"Haha! Look at him! Go cry to your mommy and daddy and never come back!"

A few pulses later and a strong headache was in place. I rubbed my forehead in small circles to ease the growing pain but it was futile. "Are you okay Chieri-chan?" Sakumo asked from my left side, he leaned closer to get a look at my expression.

"These infuriating children are irritating me greatly. I am tempted to silence them once and for all." I let out a slow breath as I heard Sakumo chuckle stiffly. Their laughter grew louder and louder, my teeth grinding without my knowledge. "That's it." I mutter as I stand up, my brows furrowed in anger.

Sakumo stood as well and grabbed my arm, "Chieri-chan I wouldn't do that. What if they start attacking you next?" I stood still momentarily as I gazed upon the violence ahead of me. Closing my eyes I shook my arm free roughly and continued my angered strides forward. "Do you think I truly care?" I snap over my shoulder, I didn't bother to see his response.

One of the bullied children caught my eye, his expression begged for assistance and reeked of fear. I felt my heart pang in sympathy, they do not deserve this. Tapping the loudest offenders shoulder to draw his attention, I swung my fist at his nose with the intention to cause severe harm. The laughter stopped immediately as they saw their leader on the floor clutching his face while letting out pained noises.

"What's your problem you weirdo!"

"Are you part of the Suna and Iwa trash too? No wonder you have no friends!"

They circled around me like predators while I was a sitting duck. My body was tense and ready to retaliate. A cheeky grin started to form on my face as I realized something, these kids knew I was above them in taijutsu, do they really think that they can beat me? "You children are disgraces to your family and Konoha if you believe your actions are justified. It is absolutely pitiful how you all try to put on a front of dominance when in fact you are nothing. Even disfigured trash has more value than you all combined."

Snap

From all directions the angry children dived to attack me, I jumped out of the dog pile and stood to the side, my form looking relaxed and confident. "Is that all? Pathetic." Their voices fused together in an incoherent mess as they crawled from underneath each other. I looked at the three children and gestured with my head for them to get away. I will deal with this mess. The crying boy bowed quickly and mouthed thank you as the three turned to run away.

One after another the angry children dived after and launched their attacks against me. I focused on dodging to the best of my ability. When the opportunities were available, I would throw punches or kicks of my own to create distance. Without my realization a crowd had formed and Sakumo had joined in my defense, gossip was spread around of what I had done as if it was a sin.

What idiotic brats.

"Alright that is enough. Everyone get back to your classes aside from our brave little fighters here." I could hear groans of disappointment from the crowd as they dispersed leaving only the bruised children, Sakumo, Tokutochi-sensei, and I. A sadistic grin took hold of his features as he stepped closer to us, the bullies shaking with fear. "So who wants to speak up first?" I raised my hand as I turned to face him fully. "Ah Kurosawa-chan. Mind telling me exactly what happened here?"

"Tokutochi-sensei, these fiends were the perpetrators." I could hear sounds of protest from the boys but Sensei raised his hand to silence them. "My patience withered to nonexistent standings as I had to witness these arrogant fools assault innocent classmates over pathetic claims of traitorous backgrounds daily. I merely stood up for them and stated my opinion of their actions and they grew very offended and proceeded to attack me without solid reason." Tokutochi let out a hum of thought and turned towards the boy that I had punched in the face.

"I see. Kugochi-san, mind giving your version of the fight?"

The boy let out a loud sniffle as he tried to put on a display of innocence. "Tokutochi-sensei! She's lying! We were playing with them and she just came up and hurt me for no reason so everyone tried to stand up for me and then Hatake-san came in too then you showed up. We did nothing wrong!"

I let out a scoff and shook my head, my voice coming out on its own. "If you're going to lie then do a better job of it." He growled and took a few steps forward before pausing, his façade was broken. Sensei clapped again gathering our attention. "Based on the witness accounts I have gathered, Kurosawa-san and Hatake-san, you are free to go back to class. Everyone else follow me, we have paperwork to fill out."

After that incident I was never regarded again in the slightest positive manner again by majority of the classmates. The following day the three boys approached Sakumo and I to thank us, well mostly me after all I was the one who initiated everything.

"Don't busy yourself over those idiotic fools. You three have done nothing wrong and neither have your families, just hold strong for each other." I continued to scribble away little notes on my assignment as the three stood clustered around us. Suddenly my hands were grabbed by another pair. My eyes darted up to see the boy who was crying last time.

"Can we please become your friends?" I glanced between the three boys; their expressions looked so delicate and hopeful. A small smile bloomed on my features.

"Of course."

That was how I became friends with Ren, Haruki, and Izumi. Akira might have been slightly upset at what happened but... I think I held out well plus now I have more friends.

Ren was the loudest and most confident of the three boys. His parents were from Suna as were Izumi's, and he was the most proud of his origin. Sun-kissed skin with bright green eyes and shaggy blonde hair, he was very pretty. He was considered average academically and physically, his specialty hid amongst weapon throwing and ninjutsu it seemed.

Izumi was the most emotionally sensitive of the bunch, he was the one who cried last time. He is very fond of physical touches, which caught me off guard initially. He also has sun-kissed skin but has light brown hair and brown eyes. His larger build allowed him to tower over us with surprising power backing him up. He was a gentle giant.

Lastly is Haruki. He is from Iwa and loves to express himself. Whether it be from the arts to singing, he is always doing something and is quite the handful to our group. He has dark red hair that is kept in a bun with light orange eyes and olive skin. Haruki would be the only one out of us with advanced ninjutsu knowledge. Earth release seems to be his primary affinity as he can levitate rocks above his palm and body with ease.

Slowly the circle of friends was growing. Whenever one of us was singled out for our class entertainment, the whole group came together for defense.

We were a united pack of pride.

And~~ I think this chapter is done. So how is the story going so far? Are the characters developed decently enough? I plan to expand on Ren, Haruki, and Izumi more in the next chapter as well as involving Akira more.

Even disfigured trash has more value than you all combined - Best insult ever lol