Arc I Chapter 6

Asami stretched her body to mitigate the pain. Her poor arm felt terrible. She should have known that her little sword action was a stupid idea, a stupid decision she regretted. But only slightly.

Considerable amounts of chakra were required to enhance her speed and strength. She channelled them through her muscles with predictable consequences. Her natural strength and stamina were both abysmal. She cut the pillar in half, but her weak muscles paid the price.

Her right arm hurt like hell, but the numbing pain was worth it. Pain was temporary, revenge for forever. Getting revenge on Mitsuzuka was more important ...

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch." Asami continued her hated stretching exercises. Stupid muscle aches, the treacherous arch-enemy of frail girls like her.

Asami bent forward to reach her toes. An unexpected spike of pain shot through her body, but Asami endured, and endured, and endured. She endured as pain was educational.

"Asami-chan, what are you doing here in the garden?" Kurano blinked, confused.

Asami sprang up and deflected, "Nothing, okaa-san, just a few strange ideas." Asami deployed her sweetest smile, and it worked. Okaa-san surrendered to her cuteness and patted her head.

Kurano beamed. "Asami-chan, I have good news for you. I have found an instructor for you. She has offered to train you, and even prepare you for the theoretical part of the entry exam. Isn't that wonderful?"

"An instructor?" Asami arched an eyebrow. Instructor sounded troublesome. Did she really need one?

Kurano clasped her hands, her enthusiasm visible. "Yes, an instructor. After all, my little treasure needs proper training."

"Do you remember Hama, Asami-chan?"

"Yes, of course." Asami smiled. She lied. She had no idea. Who was Hama?

"Hama told me a Kunoichi who was an old childhood friend of her trained Shino"

"I asked Hama if she could contact her and arrange something. She did, and I met her today."

"And?" Asami was curious.

"She accepted. She will visit you tomorrow and train you if you show the necessary determination."

"Thank you, okaa-san! You are the best!" Asami hugged her beloved okaa-san with all the force her tiny arms possessed. It was a genuine hug.

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Kurano was a caring mother. She loved her little princess above all else.

Asami was more than met the eye. Asami was special. Her daughter was destined for so much more. Greatness was her destiny, her birthright. A right nobody shall ever deny her.

Asami possessed the same wonderful black eyes as her father. They radiated strength, promising immense power, power beyond human comprehension.

But while her father wielded these eyes merely by fortunate circumstances, like a usurper of a long-lost legacy, Asami was their true inheritor, predestined since ancient times to call them her own.

And time had proven her right. Asami wasn't a normal girl, so much was obvious. She was a lovely child and her smile beatific, but she was also a little oddball. Her cute little oddball she couldn't make much sense of, an enigma.

Asami was exceptionally intelligent, a mischievous girl with much criminal energy. She loved teasing people. She loved causing trouble.

Kurano sighed. The burdens of motherhood were indeed heavy, but Asami was worth it. Her child was her everything and she wouldn't give her away for anything in the world.

Her daughter loved her with all her heart, and Asami never failed to brighten up her day. She was her okaa-san and that made Kurano happy.

Even in her darkest moments, Asami was there for her. When she broke down, Asami stood at her side, soothing her crying heart. Her gentle voice caressed her mind. Her tiny arms hugged her tightly. She would never leave her.

"I will never leave you, okaa-san. I will always stand at your side."

"I will protect you with my life, and with my soul."

Kurano smiled. It touched her very heart. Asami was the daughter she had always wished for, and heaven granted her wish.

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