20
A lone wolf is weak
Without the strength of its pack
Thus it stalks with care
The next morning, Inazuma found slight shadows under her eyes and a tremble to her fingers. Regardless, she showed up for the team training session.
"Inazuma, are you alright?" Kamomi asked, worried, "You hardly say anything these days. What happened to the Ina that can't keep her mouth shut for more than five minutes at a time, huh?" Her bird, Taki, chirped softly from its perch on her shoulder.
"I say it's an improvement," Shin snorted, shoving his hands in his pockets as the team hiked up a mountain path to their usual training area. Kamomi glared at him angrily, but Inazuma simply walked on silently ahead of the team, her white hair bouncing and jerking with each step.
"I'm fine, honest. Just a little tired. I didn't sleep so well last night," she murmured.
Once they got to the training area, Inazuma seemed to recede into her own little world, and began practicing her jutsu with a feverish focus, drawing up ball after ball of crackling chakra, and ignoring the pain when they would explode in her hands.
Kamomi watched, worriedly.