Chapter 10 Change isn’t always a bad thing

As she stood up, her face revealed a mix of embarrassment and determination.

Hiro's weight was heavier than she had anticipated, but she gritted her teeth and took the first step, then the next. Each movement was deliberate, her mind focused on the task at hand.

Hiro, feeling the warmth of her body and the strength of her arms, glanced up at her. "You're doing great," he said softly, trying to offer reassurance despite his own fatigue.

Mikoto's cheeks flushed even more, but she managed a small, determined smile. "I'll get us back to the village," she said firmly. "Just hold on."

With Hiro securely in her arms, Mikoto made her way back through the forest.

The path seemed longer and more challenging with the added burden, but she pressed on, driven by the need to ensure their safety.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the trees, casting a soft glow over the landscape, Mikoto's steps were slow but steady. Her focus was unwavering as she navigated the terrain.

Finally, the village came into view, its peaceful appearance a stark contrast to the turmoil they had just endured. Mikoto's heart lifted at the sight, knowing they were almost there.

She pushed through the last stretch of the journey, arriving at their home just as the sun fully rose. Exhausted but relieved, she carefully set Hiro down on a nearby cushion.

"Welcome home," she said softly, her voice filled with both relief and fatigue.

Hiro looked up at her, seeing the exhaustion etched on her face "Thank you," he whispered.

Mikoto simply smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't need to thank me," she replied gently but firmly.

Over the next few weeks, life in the village settled into a quiet routine. They blended into the community, helping with chores and small tasks.

Hiro often watched Mikoto as she worked, noting her graceful and confident movements.

There was a calmness to her that he hadn't noticed before, a strength that went beyond her skills as a shinobi.

And he also looked at the skill he got: Death Sight.

This ability allowed him to perceive the life force of any living being, enabling him to track their movements and anticipate their actions with chilling accuracy.

However, Death Sight came with its limitations. 

It required intense concentration to maintain its effectiveness, and its range was limited to a certain distance. Overuse could lead to mental fatigue, causing him to lose focus and impair his accuracy. 

Additionally, while it provided a clear view of life forces, it did not grant Hiro insight into their true intentions or emotions.

More than that, Spectral Sight granted him the power to see into the spiritual plane, allowing him to interact with souls—whether to communicate, manipulate, or sever them entirely. 

Yet, this power was not without its constraints. Engaging with the spiritual plane required significant energy and could leave him vulnerable to spiritual backlash. 

Additionally, manipulating or severing souls was risky, as it could attract the attention of malevolent spirits or cause unforeseen consequences in the spiritual realm. 

The effectiveness of Spectral Sight also diminished in areas with strong spiritual barriers or disturbances.

One evening, as they prepared for another night of training in the mountains, Mikoto hesitated at the door. Hiro noticed and paused, turning to face her.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

Mikoto looked at Him, hers eyes searching him. "I've been thinking… about how different things are now. I'm not the same person I was when we first met. And neither are you."

Hiro expression softened, and he stepped closer, placing a hand on her arm. "Change isn't always a bad thing, Mikoto. We've been through a lot, and we've survived. That's what matters."

She nodded, feeling the warmth of her touch through her sleeve. "I know. It's just… sometimes I wonder if I'm holding you back."

Mikoto's grip tightened slightly, and he shook her head. "You're not holding me back. That's what's important."

As they ascended the mountain that night, their steps were quieter, more in sync.

The training sessions became less about mastering techniques and more about understanding each other's strengths and weaknesses. 

Hiro noticed how Mikoto would adjust her pace to match his, offering subtle guidance when needed but never pushing too hard.

In return, he found himself growing more attuned to her, picking up on the unspoken signals and the way her eyes would flicker with emotion when she thought he wasn't looking.

Weeks turned into months, and their bond deepened with each shared moment.

There were times when they would return from their training sessions, too tired to speak, but the silence was comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding.

One evening, as they sat on the edge of a cliff, looking out over the village bathed in the light of the setting sun, Hiro turned to Mikoto. "I never thought I'd find this kind of peace again," he admitted quietly.

Mikoto remained silent, her thoughts drifting to the past. She reflected on her marriage to Fugaku, which had been a political arrangement devoid of love. 

Sometimes, she regretted not speaking up for herself at that time, wondering if things might have been different if she had done so.

She thought that perhaps if she had, the night of the massacre might have been avoided.

Turning her gaze back to Hiro, she said softly, "Sometimes, it's in the quiet moments that we find what we've been searching for."

Hiro nodded, feeling the weight of her words. They sat together in companionable silence, each finding solace in the presence of the other.

Mikoto remained silent, her gaze distant as she watched the sun dip below the horizon. Hiro's words stirred something deep within her—an ache she had long buried beneath her calm exterior. 

If she had met someone like Hiro before… maybe things could have been different.

Her marriage to Fugaku had been a political arrangement, devoid of the warmth and affection she had quietly yearned for. 

It was a duty she had accepted without question, but in the quiet moments like now, she couldn't help but wonder what might have been if she had spoken up, if she had fought for her own happiness.

Her thoughts drifted to that fateful night, the massacre that had taken everything from her. What if she had been stronger, more assertive? Could she have changed the course of events, saved her clan… her sons?

A soft sigh escaped her lips, drawing Hiro's attention. He turned to her, sensing the shift in her mood. "Mikoto… are you okay?"

She hesitated, the weight of her memories pressing down on her. But when she looked into Hiro's eyes, she saw not just concern, but a genuine desire to understand and be there for her. For the first time in a long while, she felt an urge to share her burden.

"It's just… sometimes I think about the choices I made," Mikoto began, her voice barely above a whisper. "The paths I didn't take. And I wonder… if things could have been different."

Hiro listened intently, his expression softening. "We all have regrets, Mikoto. But you can't blame yourself for the past. You did what you thought was right at the time. What matters now is the future."

Mikoto nodded, feeling a small measure of comfort from his words. The weight of her regrets still lingered, but Hiro's presence made the burden a little easier to bear. They sat together in silence, the warmth of the setting sun wrapping around them as they found solace in each other's company.