Despair [solo, nk]

At the very least, Kanae woke up, feeling that it would be a good day. Little did she know that she was so wrong. Regardless, Kanae couldn't see the future (yet), so she decided to head out. She had a bit of breakfast with the old woman sponsor, who complimented her on how she looked. Kanae knew that this was because she had a fondness in her heart for her, but she couldn't help but feel in the back of her mind that it was empty praise. She looked like a frickin' 12 year old, after all. A little tall and lanky for a normal one, but regardless, her point still stood.
She felt inadequate in the face of such wonderful people. Her skills, which were what she wanted to improve, were lacking. As the sponsors of a ninja in training, surely they expected more of her, expected her to excel in the academy rather than just have the average progression that she did. However, she wasn't a genius. Some of the kids she had seen were like stars, zipping far beyond her in terms of sheer skill or knowledge. She even knew of a guy who had mastered both the clone technique and the surface walking technique in less than a day. It had taken her two days to master those two technique. Two whole days! That was forty eight hours, by her caluclation, and this guy had done it in only twentyfour. Well, if she was outclassed in ability, then she would just have to work really hard in order to gain power. At the same time, she had to not let it twist her mind in the process. Something told her that going down that path would bring her no joy, and certainly no chance of redemption. This was Konoha, after all. A place of goodness, where evildoers were punished. Kanae didn't want to be punished! She wasn't one of THOSE girls, after all.
Masochists, they were called. In actuality, Kanae knew what these were. She had been a little too curious when she was about thirteen or so, and had eavesdropped on her sponsors talking about various news articles and such. It was hard to avoid exposure to such things during adolescence. After all, Kanae was a curious person. She loved to learn so far, and liked what she saw in the value of information, such as it was.
At any rate, she went out of the house, for what she did not know would likely be the last time. Today, it was time for lessons at the academy. She didn't brush these aside as being "useless", because, well, she didn't know THAT much, and she didn't have THAT much natural talent. Her teachers said she was gifted, but it was mostly just consolation. After all, there were much better and stronger ninja in the academy than her. She supposed it was all part of the teacher professionalism thing, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
In the case, however, that some of the praise was genuine, Kanae was happy. At least she had been learning something. Some of the guys there, the slackers, learned nothing and were only there for.... the social dominance factor? Might makes right was the law of the jungle, and many at the academy seemed to follow it in secret, afraid that the teachers would find out about their various violence and scandals, some of which come to light and rocked the academy to its roots. Well, this didn't happen to often, so it was mostly fine for her.
In essence, she was on her way to class. As she walked toward the academy, she felt a distinct sense that she was being watched. She looked around, but couldn't see anyone being openly suspicious, so she shrugged and kept going. Had someone been stalking her? She had no way of knowing, of course. As she got closer to the academy, she accelerated slightly, more out of instinct and anticipation than fear or anything else. Entering the courtyard, she found that other students were streaming in, minds either ready to learn, or bleary with tiredness and exhaustion from lack of sleep or whatever other thing.
Walking into the classroom, she noticed with chagrin that the teacher was the boring one, the one with the really high, monotone voice that you wanted and tried to ignore, but just couldn't get out of your head throughout the entire session of the class. Well, she would just have to hunker down and deal with it. She sat down in her desk, and focused on the lesson material, shutting out the constant drill-like whining of the man's voice. This guy was really good at teaching, but his voice was a constant turn off for almost all of the students there.
The issue was, even for the slackers, it was impossible to sleep away this class in order to pass the time or simply dissmiss the teacher. The guy was truly just painful to listen to. At the end of class, after the teacher left, the sigh of relief that the students released in unison was almost tangible. This was one of the things that united the students, regardless of their background or their actual status in the academy. Whether this unification was a good thing or not, Kanae coudln't say. However, she did know that she had to get to the next class. This next one just happened to be taught by a particularly pleasant person, so Kanae noted that she should probably pay attention and such. And that she did.
In this class in particular, she noted that a person's chakra was only limited, and stretching it too far could cause exhaustion, loss of concious, and in extreme cases with extreme techqniues, death. Kanae wanted to have nothing to do with these extreme technqiues, so she was sure that she would never have to deal with them in the future. Then again, as previously stated, she was not quite capable of seeing the future. Maybe someday, she dreamed, she would be able to see everything that was about to happen. However, as of the present moment (yes, let's keep using temporal terms, those will do great), she was moderately powerless. At any rate, the lunch break was over, and it was time to return to the class schedule of the day. She got up, and turned in her tray to the automatic bussing area. It whirred and started moving. Well, how anticlimactic. That's how things were noramlly around here... it was Konoha, after all. People were generally pleasant here, and things generally weren't dramatic. They surely wouldn't today, right?
That was when Kanae felt it again. That prickling sensation up her spine. She was being watched... but by whom? The cafeteria was crowded with other students, either coming in or going out on their various schedules, but who could be watching her? She shook her head vigorously. Was she becoming cynical? That was strange. She didn't consider herself as someone who would be that morally suspicious, and felt slightly guilty that she would suspect one of her own students of stalking her all the way from home. That couldn't be possible, right?
It would be horrible if it was true. That meant that there was some weird guy out there who liked skinny girls like her... that frightened even Kanae, who wasn't scared of much (alright, that wasn't entirely true. She was scared of quite a few things, but considered herself not to be). She went through the rest of class, looking curiously at people out of the corners of her eyes. None of them seemed particularly suspicious, and some of them were even people she knew. In that case, better to just dismiss is again. But something felt wrong...
She went home the normal route, trying to see if anyone was following her. She could see anyone... maybe it was just hormones! Her sponsors had told her about this, that puberty should have hit her, like, three or four years ago. Maybe she was just a late bloomer and was finally blossoming into her maturity. With this in mind, all the worries in her heart evaporated as she walked a little slower, relaxing and enjoying life. The feeling that someone had been watching her was gone, and she felt like she could go home and rest in peace.
That was what she thought she would do, until she saw the smoke in the distance. Hey... wasn't that in the area around her house? She walked a little faster, growing more and more curious as she went. Maybe one of the restaurants near her house had had a grease or gas fire. At the very least her day woudln't be boring... The academy's first teacher, the really high-pitched monotone one, commonly made her drowsy and made her not appreciate her day as much as she should. This was, most decidedly, a bad thing.
As she got closer and closer to the place where the smoke was coming up, she noticed an increased density of... smoke. No, not just that. People. There were people going in small crowds toward where the fire was, and away from it too. The latter, the ones going away from the fire, were talking amongst themselves. Wait what.... what were they saying? Something about... a poor person? How dreadful... so a poor person's house had been somehow set on fire... was it on accident? She walked a little bit faster now, but as she drew near, she started to run, her face growing ever whiter.
You see, the house that was on fire... was Kanae's sponsor's house. It was just now crashing down to the ground, the first responders having failed to save the lives of the people within, and even failing to put out the fire before the internal infrastructure collapsed. The beautiful house was now turning to cinders before her eyes. The old lady sponsor... the one who had taught her how to behave, how to act, what to do in public, the one who had made her who she was today... was dead. Kanae coudn't handle it.
It had been a bad enough day already, but this alone, even if the day had been better up to that point, was too much. She collapsed onto her knees, too shocked to cry. Her eyes were wide, her breathing coming fast. Suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder. She gazed around slowly, to find a woman there. The woman was smiling, and holding a ball of fire in her hand. The ball of fire went out, and the woman vanished. What.... what was that? The reason that her house was set on fire.... was because of this woman? A ninja, no doubt... that ball of fire could only have come from chakra. She had been raised to believe that there was no such thing as magic, so chakra it was. Someone with the ability to make fire had burned down her house, had killed the closest person Kanae knew to be a mother. Finally, the tears came. Not just tears of sadness and despair, but tears of anger. She could not forgive something like this. Underneath her hands, her eyes burned unnaturally. Not just because of the saline nature of her tears (which was arguable), but because of something else.
This event, you see, had triggered something in the girl's eyes. It wasn't a disease, but it was something genetic. Something ancient and strong. With the power of these eyes, she promised, she would get stronger. She would find out how this happened and... hey, how had that woman disappeared anyway? Was it the same technqiue that that custodian had used some nights before? Well, regardless... it didn't matter. She got up, and began walking back to the academy... a safe place, she remembered. She would find out what to do after she recovered from her shock.
[2000 WC (whew)
1 tomoe of sharingan]

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