[Futago Yua]

Yua’s efforts to explore things the previous day had bourn fruit. While she was still no better at navigating the sprawling village around her she had come across her destination and noted it down for later. Today, that meant she was able to arrive at the correct location, one of the many, many training grounds that every village seemed to have, to meet the one who’d be teaching her the different ways that Konohagakure trained their shinobi. It was entirely possible that the purple haired young woman would learn nothing new, sometimes it sounded like the villages had got training shinobi almost down to an art, but the culture and attitude attached to it was what Yua was most hopeful about. Whether she’d be put through some actual training or just end up chatting about how things were different didn’t matter too much, any chance at learning was all that mattered.

The idea that she’d just ended up in the wrong village had crossed her mind several times in the past. Not that Yua enjoyed such thoughts, she liked her family and the friends she’d made, but the stigma attached to the family member she visually represented constantly seemed to cause her some grief. That and the lack of information on seemingly important topics she’d to receive as of late made her reach out and request the ability to travel. If she could find out more about the world, learn from their allies, maybe she’d be able to get just enough respect back home to actually feel like a member of the team, rather than someone strung along in case they were needed.