𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐢 | ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ

Survival Test: The Orange Book

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The birds chirped especially loud during the crack of dawn. Kazumi was stirred awake by the feeling of the faint sun's rays hitting her skin. The girl pushed herself out of her bed, letting out a long and tired yawn. 

It was easy for her to get up early. A constant routine she had ever since Sanjiro first started to train her. Kazumi couldn't remember the last time she ever got a genuine lie in. But none of that mattered for a ninja.

She recalled Kakashi's words from the other day, "Oh, and skip breakfast, you might throw up." The sentence repeated in her mind for a small minute before she turned her head towards the door.

Uncle must be already awake...

She then pursed her lips shut, swiftly changing into her kunoichi attire whilst grabbing her protector from the table side. The glimmer of the metal from the rising run's rays made her proudly curl a lazy smile down at it. Within seconds, she firmly tied it around her right thigh, prepared. 

However, Kazumi knew that if she were to take a step out of her room, she would be bombarded by her uncle. She had enough of hearing the same words every day.

Any normal person would be driven insane, but she always managed to maintain herself. Plus... her muscles were positively exhausted from the training she received yesterday by him. What's the harm in skipping it for today?

The blonde girl decided to skip breakfast as her sensei instructed them to do so. She quickly bolted into the bathroom to wash up, lastly clipping the pouch onto her left thigh. It weighed heavy from the many shinobi tools inside. 

The soft grey kimono-like robes came down to cover the pouch in an asymmetrical way, leaving space to show-off the Leaf protector on her right thigh. Her sleeves were as baggy as the outfit, hiding her hands. It was perfect for keeping kunai's and hand-signs hidden. She wore a darker grey pair of shorts, just above the pouch and dark-grey headband. 

Beneath the kimono-like robes were bandages across her chest and forearms. Her shinobi sandals were a natural navy blue, knee-high. Her robes were tied with a dark-grey obi belt over her stomach, keeping a traditional, modest look to her attire. 

Finally ready, she crouched low enough to hoist herself up and out of her bathroom window.

Kazumi sealed her chakra so that the old man wouldn't detect her leaving. The blonde girl was now smirking to herself as she jumped down from the second floor.

Like a cat, she landed on both her feet in a squatted position before standing up straight with a look of triumph on her face.

There was a saying she learned in the books she'd read. Strict guardians raise rebellious children. Unlike Sanjiro, she reads books with philosophical meanings rather than his unrealistic ones. Kazumi guessed the reason for that was because he was pushing his early sixties and still single. 

The life of a dedicated shinobi must be very lonely...

Kazumi was in thought as she strolled down the streets of Konoha and towards the public training grounds. It was early hours in the morning, which made it peaceful considering how there were no villagers at work yet to throw advertisements or warm greetings in her face. She was also glad she was never a morning eater, to begin with.