The classes were confusing and clearly meant for a Shinobi, something Yuki was not interested in becoming, but unfortunately for her this was where she had to be. Her mother didn't possess this mystical force and her grandmother is too old to teach Yuki in the way that she needs. Yuki was the next high priestess at her temple, so she needed to learn how to combine the Onmyoudo style with the practical use of Chakra Control and Jutsu. She let out a sigh as classes had ended for the day and she wasn't quite ready to go back home. She wasn't sure what it was, or perhaps where it was, but she felt like something was missing, or perhaps someone.
Shifting the ashened blonde hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ears the young Tsuchimikado girl walked out of the Academy building and into the grassy area that was most commonly used for combat training. Combat training was something she did not enjoy, what was she supposed to do? What, punch a fireball? Did the school expect her to use her hat and catch incoming shuriken? "Uughh I don't even understand why I am supposed to be here!" She said, as she pulled her hat over her face and slid down the side of the building like a wet noodle that wasn't quite ready to stick to the wall. She could feel the soft evening breeze dancing through the blades of grass and the soft murmur of the distant birds and cicadas that tried to survive in this metropolitan city.
She flopped her arms out to her side, as if giving up in this moment and was accepting of any vulture that may be flying overhead. What... what if I can't do this? Her mind began to wonder, the insecurities began to whisper in her ears.
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Shifting the ashened blonde hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ears the young Tsuchimikado girl walked out of the Academy building and into the grassy area that was most commonly used for combat training. Combat training was something she did not enjoy, what was she supposed to do? What, punch a fireball? Did the school expect her to use her hat and catch incoming shuriken? "Uughh I don't even understand why I am supposed to be here!" She said, as she pulled her hat over her face and slid down the side of the building like a wet noodle that wasn't quite ready to stick to the wall. She could feel the soft evening breeze dancing through the blades of grass and the soft murmur of the distant birds and cicadas that tried to survive in this metropolitan city.
She flopped her arms out to her side, as if giving up in this moment and was accepting of any vulture that may be flying overhead. What... what if I can't do this? Her mind began to wonder, the insecurities began to whisper in her ears.
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