One Month [Mitsumi]Apr 20, 2024 10:39:03 GMT -5
Itagaki Mitsumi
I won't be weak. Never again.
groupCloud Shinobi
age 17 years old
birthday May 2nd
rank Student
occupation Student
"I know. I'll keep working hard. It's all I can do," Mitsumi said, staring down at her hands. She was trying hard to keep her optimism in check. If this ritual was a success, and if she could learn to use, even master, the Raijintai... that would be the beginning of the road, not the end of it. Not by a long shot. She was just trying to get to the starting line. And yet, treacherous hope blossomed within her. Would it bear fruit, or just to more pain?
Best to brace herself for both outcomes. There was the chance that this failed, or the ritual could cripple her, even kill her. She still knew little of it. Mitsumi took a steadying breath. The decision had been made. No cold feet, now. The orphan, Nezumi, was watched with a raised eyebrow, but Mitsumi did not comment. She hadn't gotten used to so many unrelated children in such a small space, but Mitsumi had seen enough to not question it. If it was of concern, Tetsumaki would handle it. As callous as it sounded, Mitsumi needed to focus on herself, for now. If all went well, perhaps she'd help with the younger orphans again.
"Th-thank you, Tetsumaki-sensei. But... I don't think I could have worked this hard without you pushing me." Mitsumi blushed at the praise, but she did raise her gaze to meet Shirai's for a moment. "I... Lots of people treat me like I'm... fragile. So thank you. For pushing me as hard as you do." While her other responses were careful, this one was forceful and heartfelt. As much as she loved her parents, they had seen her at her worst, and her most broken. Shou was still too young to understand. Jokyu was kind and understanding, but only Shirai pushed her until she wanted to vomit. Or actually vomited.
"Itadakimasu," Mitsumi echoed, clasping her hands together politely. She still didn't have much of an appetite - she seldom did with the amount of protein Shirai had put in her diet - but Mitsumi still ate. Not as heartily as Shirai, perhaps, but she clearly had the intention of finishing the meal. But it was also clear that she wasn't really savoring it, mind wandering to the coming ritual.
She swallowed a mixture of beef, rice, and sauce, and washed it down with soup. "The ritual... can you tell me what I should expect? Or is it a secret until I'm actually inducted into the clan?" The details had seemed unimportant, until now. It was dangerous, it was a bit risky, and it required both a lot of stamina and iron-rich blood. Or was that merely for the technique?
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