Buffout Feb 24, 2024 8:45:55 GMT -5
Warai Ameko
Might makes right
groupSand Shinobi
age 14 years old
birthday 16 November 1009
rank Genin
occupation Team 1
"Oh.” A single word was spoken, but it hid a much deeper meaning. A sea of understanding and further guilt crashed over Ameko as she watched Senshi pause her exercises. She probably should have pieced together the girl’s situation sooner, put two and two together and realised why she had spoken so often of bouncing from clan member to clan member. That was the extent of her family. She was an orphan. Not for the first time when it came to engaging with Senshi, Ameko felt like a right piece of shit.
A girl with no parents, who was sent to her aunt and uncle, who by the sounds of it weren’t much better than living alone. Fights breaking out due to a little girl? That sounded like bullshit if Ameko had ever heard it. But no doubt Senshi had internalised it. Yet, she still tried to be bright and happy, still tried to put smiles on others’ faces. Sure, she often failed in doing so, and had caused Ameko no small deal of trouble. But it was clear that she was not doing it out of malice. No, she was simply a dumb girl, a dumb girl who was doing her best in spite of the utterly horrific circumstances life had thrown at her.
Ameko wasn’t good with mushy stuff. She wasn’t good at much beyond hitting people and talking about hitting people. How was she supposed to comfort a teary-eyed girl who just wanted to be loved.
Awkwardly, stiffly, she approached the blonde girl, and placed a hand on her head, roughling those same golden locks.
"Ay, don’t go crying, now… You’re about to be a genin, right? A strong ninja? The type of ninja who’ll fight for all of Sunagakure?” Ameko struggled for the words, "I’m… um… glad that you like it here, Senshi-chan.”
The honorific tasted somewhat odd on her tongue, she never quite got used to using them. Part of being raised among family and animals, she supposed. |
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