"I died to a truck named 'Truck-kun' and maybe an insane barista? What the actual fuck."
Amara Paice was an average, anime-loving child. Or as average as a child can be when most of her town avoids her because of a birthmark on her shoulder that she...
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"This is impossible, Ezra." Luna panted, sweat dripping from her brow as she untangled her legs. She had been working for hours, Ezra sending her students to retrieve her at the ass crack of dawn. The students themselves didn't talk much as they guided her through the tight-knit forest. They strayed into the forest easily, Luna struggling to keep up as she followed. It was awkward but the tension wasn't nearly as bad as Luna dreamed it would be.
Ezra glanced up at her, eyes unimpressed before looking back to the scroll over her lap. "I told you already. It's possible, you just need to focus and relax more."
"That can't just be it," Luna muttered in denial to herself, her eyes staring at her hands that lay in her lap. Her grip tightened on the two kunai in her palm, fingers grazing their point as a sigh left her lips.
"Then you'll need to find your own way," Ezra said, obviously hearing her and shrugging as she marked something on the scroll.
Luna glared at her from the corner of her eye, the blindfold hovering a black haze over the woman. Ezra seemed more than unbothered, continuing to work on her scroll as the snow-haired girl struggled just a few feet in front of her. Silence engulfed them momentarily before Ezra sighed in defeat, rising to her feet. Luna watched as the woman rolled up her scroll, holding it under her arm.
"Take a break. Clear your mind then get back to it." Ezra ordered and Luna visibly relaxed into the grass, taking the opportunity gratefully. "Maybe being by yourself will help guide you more."
"How would-? Never mind." Luna sighed, deciding better than to argue with her. She didn't believe that was an argument she'd win.
"I'll be in my tent," Ezra said, ignoring her as she turned on the heel of her foot, strutting straight into her tent. Luna watched her with a frown, the sick feeling in her stomach twisting before she fell back, relaxing her sweaty neck against the grass.
She stayed like that for a while, her eyes shut as she accepted the cool feeling the grass-covered her in. After hours of attempting to separately cycle her chakra, she was reaching her limits. And while Sasuke had helped her with falling asleep the night before, she barely had four hours of sleep under her belt and the excessive use of chakra wasn't exactly helping. She just couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong. Why couldn't she keep the circulation going? What did she have to change? The amount or the speed? All the questions did was cause her skull to ache, a soft groan leaving her lips as she furrowed her brows softly.
"Headache?" a voice asked and Luna bolted up from the grass in seconds. Ezra's students, the brunette, and the white-haired boy stood across from her, shielded by the vegetation that part of the clearing brought them.
