Ayanokouji: Defective Shinobi

Chapter 3: Ridiculous Circumstances

A single woman. I've seen her many times before. She was always surrounded by the void of my dream world, always looking at me without a face. I could never touch her, not even once. All she did was stand there, looking at me with a face she didn't have. I didn't know what to make of it. 

Me: Say something. 

But I never got a response. Instead, whenever I said something, it would fall on the ground, knees first as the void seemed to creep closer to me. 

Me: Who are you?

Still no answer. I walked up to the creature, but it moved away the amount of steps I tried to reach her. 

Instinctively, I ran towards her, as I jumped high into the air in an attempt to grasp the simple white dress she wore but all I grabbed was the black void.

Me: Nothing again. Maybe what I am seeing now really is simply nothing. Why should I reach for nothing? It has no purpose. 

I turned around, walking away from the woman. 

Screeches were heard as I didn't look back, knowing that all of this was mere figments of my imagination while dreaming. And the woman I heard screaming as if I abandoned her, must have been a figment of my mother, great. 

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Amasawa: Oni-chan?

I woke up with sweat on my face, but now knowing that my dreams were mere specters of my reality.

Me: What is it?

Amasawa: You said to wake you up by 7:30 since you were going to meet your jonin instructor. 

Ah yes, I do remember that. 

Me: Thanks. I'll be getting ready now. 

Amasawa: Did you have another one of those dreams again?

Me: Why?

Amasawa: Don't you usually get them?

I looked at my tiny hand as I squeezed it. 

Me: I had another dream. But It doesn't matter. Before long, it'll simply be another problem thrown to the back of my memory. 

Amasawa: That's pretty unhealthy. 

Me: I know. 

I got up and went over to get a change of clothes. 

Me: Well, thanks for waking me up. You should get ready too. Don't you have your preliminary whiteroom, exam coming up?

Amasawa's lights lit up. 

Amasawa: You're right! Gotta go now! Good luck!

Me: Sure, you too. 

She ran out of my room as I got up, and did my routine of a shower and inspecting the many weapons I used. 

Grabbing the one sword on a hanger made of entirely white metal, I grabbed it with one hand. My newest weapon, the Shirai Fukanzen. While I was only 5 feet tall, the sword was 7 feet long. The ore I used has a much higher mass than normal metal as well as durability. This made the massive sword weigh in around 400 pounds. I wish it would have weighed more but this was the max I could stretch it's weight without destroying any sharpness or durability and stability. One might even call it a giant white pillar. But it was the first sword I created on my own, and I'd like to try it out soon.