𝘀𝐡𝗮𝐝𝐞𝘀 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝘃𝐞𝗿𝐠𝗿𝐞𝐞𝝶 | 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝘆𝐝/𝐧𝐛!𝗿𝐞𝗮𝐝𝐞𝗿/𝐦𝐨𝗿𝗿𝐨

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The Calm Before the Storm

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[TW - brief death, angst]

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[y/n]

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 looked to be around 12 and 13 sat at the side porch of the monastery, the one with [e/c] eyes worryingly looking at the other's leg which had a rather nasty medium-sized gash on it. The owner of the injury hissed in pain as he watched his friend wrap gauze around his leg.

The [h/c]-haired 12-year-old stopped momentarily in their task, looking up into the other's deep pine-green orbs. "Hey, Morro?"

Morro gave a hum of acknowledgment, peering curiously at his best friend. They looked back down, [h/c] bangs falling in front of their face. They hesitated. "When you become the Green Ninja, are you going to leave me?" they said softly, a frown covering their features.

Seeing them so downcast, Morro's expression immediately softened, pulling his best friend and crush into a comfortable embrace, his pale cheeks going pink as he did so. "Of course not, why would you say that? he inquired, brushing their bangs away from their face. "It's no question that we'll be together forever and ever."

They drew back from his arms slightly and looked into his eyes, seemingly searching for something in them. "You promise?" they whispered and Morro smiled before closing his eyes and gently leaning his forehead against theirs.

"I promise, [y/n]." he murmured back.

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A certain older-looking [h/c]-haired teen pushed the memories back, ignoring the longing ache in their heart. 

It was years ago. . . no use mulling on the past. They reminded themself as they readied a fighting stance.

The Master of Whisp narrowed their eyes at the dummy a couple of meters away from them, summoning their beloved jade katana, Gin. They started to feel the familiar feeling of their Whisp being slowly drained, proceeding to glare at the dummy.

Their father sat watching from the sidelines, narrowing his eyes at his child's furrowed brows. "Clear your head of your daydreams, [y/n]. Glaring isn't going to put a scratch on that dummy, Gin is. The only thing that should be in your mind is your opponent and your blade." he reprimanded. 

"Now, have another go at-" [F/n] suddenly cut off, coughing harshly for a moment.

[y/n] looked worriedly at him, relaxing their stance and lowering Gin. "Father, didn't you say you took your meds?" Said man then shrugged slightly, frowning as another cough racked his body.

At this, [y/n] went inside the house behind [F/n] and came back out shortly, holding a small white bottle and a glass of water.

"You should take it easy," they handed him the pills and water, watching as he took a pill and downed the water "your condition is only going to get worse, y'know."

[F/n] shook his head stubbornly, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and handing back the bottle and glass to the [e/c]-eyed teen. The latter then frowned slightly, seeing their father in such a state. "Y'know, I'm fine with training by myself. You can go in and res-"

[F/n] cut them off, his voice raspy from coughing. "No. Your training comes first before my health." He rose, wobbling slightly. [y/n] moved swiftly to catch him after quickly setting down the pill bottle and empty glass to the side.