The pain in Ikana’s voice was enough to make Sora pause. Not the depth of it, not the aching crackle of helplessness that ripped through the girl’s throat, no, none of that phased her. It was the familiarity, the similitude of it all that stopped the Jounin in her tracks, mind hurtling back to a sad, dark day in the rain when her family, her home, her life was destroyed by a band vicious men who had run away from Kirigakure in an effort to escape the coming war. Yes, she knew what that kind of pain was like, and felt it every day her mother, father, Sensei, friends, team, and students weren’t alive. It could break a person, holding that kind of pain inside.
"I understand, Ikana.” Sora said, looking the girl in the eyes as she went to one knee, free hand still holding the girl’s left; but this time, there was no sternness in her gaze. She didn’t need that now. Instead, Sora let the pain shine through- the haunted, searing hate that had guttered everything in her soul until only a husk remained, until she was nothing but a killing machine with barely a thread of joy or hope left in her… and yet.
"I can’t tell you why it happened. What the point was. If there even was one. But I know this, you…” She paused, struggling to find the words, fingers tensing around the girl’s hand as she corrected the slight misalignments in her grip; down a hair here, loosen the first one, tighten the pinky, floating feeling in the thumb until the exact moment you intended to draw. The basic of Iaijutsu, yes, but something few ever tried to master. Few ever bothered to learn again, once they thought they understood them. Use no speed to achieve speed. Thought to achieve no thought. Moon in the water, moon in the sky.
And then, in a flash of inspiration, she knew what to say.
"You are worth more than what you can do. For me. For other people. For the village. We all are.” That was the key, the first step in her solution to the problem that was Shinobi. Something so simple, so basic. And yet. And yet...
"Try it now.” She said, stepping around the girl as she spoke, hand still resting gently on Ikana’s, her other coming around to touch her right elbow, correcting the angle, shifting her down, lead foot slightly forward, back foot slightly to the side but coiled, ready to step into the draw and explode with all the power her small frame could put into it. "Remember. Exhale as you strike, in the same moment, your blade and arm as one, as the moon in the water reflects the moon in the sky.”
Then she stepped back, and waited.
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