[Aeru Nayu]

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It was almost time for her to leave, and hopefully, Kiyoshi was in his office when she glanced at the clock in her room. Nayu was prepared to make the effort to see her father no matter how many times it would take, even though she was unaware of his schedule.
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Nayu had been pondering over it for days, but she finally concluded that she had inherited the Glass Release. The proof she brought along today solidified her belief. However, she still couldn't help but feel like she was living in a dream that felt too good to be true. After all, she was already 12, and she wondered if it was even possible to awaken a bloodline ability at this age. As she made her way to the Kazekage's office to meet Kiyoshi, who was the only person who could help her, her mind was racing with thoughts.
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Nayu's footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors of the Sunagakure administration building as she approached the Kazekage's office. Thanks to the helpful guidance of the staff, Nayu quickly found herself standing in front of a grand door, which was the entrance to the Kazekage's office. She took a deep breath and held the small pouch in her hand containing something that proved her bloodline. Nayu knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter.
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.

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Chikamatsu Kiyoshi

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[Chikamatsu Kiyoshi]

     Setting aside a transcribed copy of an Ōshi merchant log dating to around the 6th century, Kiyoshi ran his hand over a scratchy coating of stubble. Thanks to the common bandits raids from the soon-to-be-Tsukimiya Clan, the merchants often took note of suitable places to hide, or settlements and fortresses friendly to the Ōshi.

     Due to the hand-drawn maps that often occupied these logs, they were very helpful for pinpointing the location of sites since swallowed by the sands or otherwise forgotten - in this case, an Ōnakayama ruin from the war between them and the Tsukimiya. Koki was off trying to arrange some time for him to investigate it personally.

     With a brief, contented sigh, Kiyoshi stood up and pushed his chair in, then stowed the log in a drawer. The windows creaked open with a slight tug, and he leaned on the sill, breathing in the familiar scent of midday Sunagakure, eyes closed.

     A knocking came at the door and he glanced back. "Please, come in," he said jovially. When he saw it was his daughter, he beckoned her over with a wave of his hand, intending to pick her up, point out important buildings that stuck up over the din of the city.

     "Nayu!" he called happily with a grin. "Come here, o-hime," Kiyoshi called, waiting for her to join him beside the open window.

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[Aeru Nayu]

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As Nayu entered her father's office, she felt her pulse quicken. Her eyes glanced at the huge pile of documents for a second before returning to her target. Kiyoshi was standing by the open window, and Nayu's emotions swirling inside her, making her falter slightly as she approached him. She stood beside him, admiring the way the sunlight played across his features and the faint stubble on his jawline, a sign of his tireless dedication to his duties as Kazekage.
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Glancing nervously at Kiyoshi, Nayu found herself at a loss for where to begin. Her palms grew clammy as she struggled to gather her thoughts, unsure of how to broach the topic that had been weighing heavily on her mind.
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"P-Papa," Nayu started, the sand reflecting her voice which would be wavering with uncertainty as she fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve and the pouch she was holding in her hand, "I... um... I have something I need to talk to you about." She bit her lip nervously under the mouth guard, her gaze darting between Kiyoshi and the floor as she tried to summon the courage to continue.
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Feeling a knot form in her stomach, Nayu finally mustered the resolve to meet her father's gaze, her eyes pleading for understanding as she prepared to share her revelation. "I-I think... I think I've discovered something about myself," she confessed softly, her sand forming her words in an uncertain pattern almost as if she tried to speak barely above a whisper. "Something... important."
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.

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[Chikamatsu Kiyoshi]

     Something important? Kiyoshi resisted the urge to furrow his brow in worry. What could Nayu be so concerned about? Something about herself? She was only twelve. It wasn't the talk, was it? Shouldn't her mother be the one for that? Kiyoshi prepared himself for a rare moment of seriousness.

     He turned from the window and knelt down in front of her, offered out his hand for her to hold or to place the pouch in. What was in it? "Of course, Nayu, what's wrong? You can talk to me about anything." Despite his willingness, he had to admit he was far more used to advising Genin on issues about their skillset than... this, whatever this ended up being.

     In spite of his concern, he smiled to let her know that, whatever it was, he wouldn't be mad. His own grandfather, who had practically raised him at about Nayu's age, could not have counted that as one of his virtues. Kiyoshi was resolute to be a better version of Atsushi.

     "What have you discovered? What do you want to talk about?" What did the pouch contain, and how did it relate to what she needed to talk to him about? Kiyoshi smiled gently, adamant to be there for his daughter as best as he could.

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Nayu felt a surge of relief wash over her as Kiyoshi knelt in front of her, offering his hand in a gesture of comfort and support. "Th-thank you, Papa," the sand shifted around softly as if in a murmur. Nayu hesitated momentarily, her fingers tightening around the small pouch in her hand before she finally opened it and extended a small, single piece of glass coated in Nayu's chakra toward her father.
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Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Nayu met her father's gaze, finding solace in the warmth and reassurance reflected in his eyes. "I-I think I've inherited something from your side of the family," the sand began to change once again tentatively, her words forming in the shifting patterns of sand around her. "I... I think I've awakened the Glass Release."
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Nayu's admission hung in the air, her pulse quickening with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She watched anxiously as he would examine it, her heart pounding with anticipation. Anyone knew how rare and precious bloodline abilities were, and she couldn't help but wonder how Kiyoshi would react to her revelation. Would he be happy or disappointed?
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She was already 12 years old, which was beyond the age at which other children awakened their bloodlines. Kiyoshi was the Kazekage, and from Nayu's perspective, even though she had come to terms with her inability to speak, and knew that Kiyoshi most likely would not react negatively, no matter how hard she tried, Nayu was always concerned that her inability to speak would reflect negatively on her father's reputation, especially given that she has a lot of perfectly healthy siblings out there in the world.
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.

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