Ego
You ponder over the contents of the letter, debating with yourself over whether to simply ignore all that happened a few months ago and respond warmly to the awkward yet sincere greeting the child had given you. It is an agonizing decision that not even the correspondence from your spiritual brothers, prayer, nor meditation can solve. Not when responding means acknowledging the fact that the child was assuredly slipping into the darkness, all because of your failure to reach her in time.
And yet...
And yet you cannot help but ponder upon the day before the tragedy and the departure of your former charge. So many what-ifs pass through your mind, each delivering scenarios that you could find few ways you could have done something more to convince her to stay. Though it galled you to say, the questions she had asked that day had surely been answered by the foul ninja more thoroughly than you ever could. She had effectively felt the uncontested rawness of those who held power in the elemental nations that night, and you had had little in the way to lessen the impact.
You did not have to guess that the might and chaos the ninja had unleashed that night had surely temporarily spurned her away from the budding interest she had hinted at either but it did not weaken your resolve to convince her otherwise. You would have to reach her more loudly that they had...somehow.
Grasping the prayer beads around your neck tight, tight enough that your knuckles turn white, you silently inhale, coming to the conclusion that your ego had hidden in order to protect itself.
Feruza Khagan could still be swayed away from the path of the ninja. Blood had not yet stained her hand, neither was she ready to cut ties with you just yet if her attempt to ask for council implied something more. No, you would respond to the girl, and caution her against the darkness that that village of hired killers would try and corrupt her soul with. Regression in her next life would not be a fate she would be doomed to if you had any say in the matter.
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Within the confines of Kumo, three ninja sat around in a comfortable corner study within the kumo library, chatting their noon break-time away quietly.
"She's gotta funny name," said a brown haired, smirking male chunin of average height. He slyly goaded his companions
"That's all you have to say, Shun?" said a blonde female chunin, frowning at the brown-haired, teen boy.
"Probably all he can admit to after that water-walking stunt, T. Blew everyone else out the water, I heard. Guessing everyone's downplaying in and out of his clan too. Heard she might be even be a gen-" said a plain looking, grey-haired, female chunin.
"-I wouldn't put too much stock on anything just yet. That little girl has a background that might clash with whatever future you have in your head, Hito. In fact, I don't think she has the foundations for a mind-set that can get her past genin. She's supposedly been in contact with her monk care-taker as well, so..." Shun interrupted, dismissing the speculation handily.
"Ugh, didn't hear that one, you might have a point there," said T, " Either way, she'll find out soon how things
really work in Kumo soon."
"Meh, she might be soft now but she can always toughen up. Besides, you know what they say..." Hito chimed in before silently cuing the others to help her finish an often repeated saying.
"If it ain't blood, strength will tell,"' the three said in unison as they slowly stood up and walked out the exit, dropping the subject until their duties were complete for the day.