Itagaki Mitsumi
I won't be weak. Never again.
groupCloud Shinobi
age 17 years old
birthday May 2nd
rank Student
occupation Student
Mitsumi braced herself for disappointment, gaze instinctively flicking to the floor. She examined her illusory clothing, and her suddenly masculine frame. The clothes looked fine, and her hands… the backs were hairy, and the palms callused. But the only scars there were the familiar remnants from slipped knives, not the burns. She lifted her gaze back to the mirror, and saw her father, making a fearful expression she’d only seen a few times in her life.
The small, shy smile that blossomed on it looked out of place, and so did the giggling laughter that soon bubbled out of her. It looked so strange, so wrong. But it was her father’s face, wearing her expressions. The same scruffy sort-of beard, the same lazy haircut, the same beer belly.
The same lack of twisted scars.
Exhaustion overtook her, and the transformation faded. She had done it. It was late, it was slow, and it had taken far too much work. If she spent this long on every technique, she’d never make any progress towards becoming chūnin. But she had done it. Inch by painful inch.
With her senses and fundamentals expanding, she only lacked one thing needed to be a competent genin. Power.
Her elated smile didn’t diminish, even as determination swelled within her. She raised a hand to place the cloth back over the mirror, but hesitated.
It wouldn’t be easy, but she couldn’t keep running from herself forever. But still…
With some regret, she placed the cloth back over the mirror. Resolving to use it when she brushed her hair, at least. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other.
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