"Kurenai-chan, watch out," Anko warned, sending a kunai in the direction of a hurtling shuriken. With a clang, the two clashed and she looked on with pride at her handy work.
"T-thank you," Kurenai said. Her eyes widened with realization at the chilling skill Anko had thrown with. Accuracy was obvious to see in the throw, and kids around her looked at in her awe.
Anko squashed a grin and instead regarded the upperclassmen with an impassive stare. It was sort of uplifting, in a way, to be better at something than most of the older kids, but it made sense. Anko lived and breathed her work as a kunoichi. In fact, her estimated graduation would be coming in less than three months, a little before her birthday in October.
She couldn't wait to prove that voice in her head wrong. Because, of course, she wouldn't end up on a team with Orochimaru. He hadn't been accepting students for years—who was she to expect he would this time around?
Anko breathed out a tiny little breath, sending her gaze towards the perpetrator who had thrown a reckless shuriken.
"Keep your eyes open, hand firm, and wrist quick, got it? Otherwise you'll kill us all off before we even reach an actual battle!"
The boy's eyes widened, taking a step back. She rolled her eyes. Flipping her long hair seemed to convey much more of an effect than her words of advice.
With confidence, she grabbed three more kunai and turned to face her target.
Quick, fast throws in accompaniment to a heavy thud on the wooden surface. From it, it was clear to see that Anko's worth was in her hard work.
She promised to never change that.