Chapter 6 - The Petty Queen
This morning, Shikaku's Truth about Denial hit me like a ton of bricks over the weekend when I woke up.
With slow steps, as I see him, I walk slowly, with no less guilt then before, and apologize by bowing as deeply as I could to him.
His raised eyebrow but otherwise still prone form makes me realize he didn't take my attitude seriously, as if he knew my thoughts about being held back but refrained from uttering them not because of my circumstances, but I simply wasn't Ready for them.
Today I approach him as a new (Wo)Man, for I have no choice.
S: You have Realized.
Mi: *silence
S: Your projecting led you down the road of cheap tricks and what it has led to, for combat styles, is just another Uchiha dog redressed in new tricks.
Mi* bows in silence.
S: Today you will rise under a new style of combat, where enemies expect the subtle you project as Uchiha Miho but you then bring out your true nature, a combat style built around pretending to be Graceful, but Combating Like you're Petty-full. Because that is where you Are, Right Now.
Mi: Thank you, Master.
(A/N: For those of you unaware, I, the author have caught myself projecting quite literally on the story itself my pettiness with the world around me in reality, my Mask in real life taught to me, and how that made me no less than a Beast with shiny clothing, even though I do Everything to make it seem like it's not, I guess Art really does heal people)
S: We can take your line of combat tricks and turn into a style of seeming Grace but Petty Annoyingness via a thousand cuts. It'll be shameless and fun for you at the same time.
*He says with a smile on his face.
Mi: I look forward to it Sensei.
A silent breeze forms by in this nice quiet moment, and for the second time in this second life a small genuine smile graces my face. And it brings one to my Master as well.
And thus I was reborn again :).