Madara's Daughter

Chapter Three

  Third Person POV:

   The next day, when her father left for a battle, Hikari went to the same tree and did the same thing. When she finally could climb up the tree with a slow and steady pace, she heard a clap.

Her head snapped back as she disrupted her chakra flow from the shock. Falling, she panicked. The tree had been over forty feet tall, and she wasn't above four feet tall herself.

Instinctually gathering chakra in her feet, she braced herself for impact as she flipped onto her feet.

Through out these ten seconds, the sound of clapping did not cease.

She glared at the lavender haired figure as she panted, already feeling the light bruising in her ankles from focusing too much chakra into her feet.

"You're sloppy," he said with an amused tone, "but the raw talent is there,"

"Who are you?" She said, instantly shifting to the cold exterior her father had taught her through experience.

  "Hmm... you're an Uchiha, are you not? Why aren't you being trained by the head? Any seven year old capable of molding chakra is surely capable of flourishing," he drawled out, an interested glint in his lazy eyes.

"He'd rather an heir than a warrior," Hikaru said, instantly regretting revealing the information.

He's a stranger, she thought, and now I could be used as a bargaining piece.

The young man chuckled, his azure eyes crinkling, "An heiress are you? Tell you what, if you can successfully climb that mountain," he points to a giant cliff, "using nothing but chakra in, say, a sun cycle, I'll train you,"

"I barely know you and that cliff is like five times bigger than the tree and you're giving me a day!"

He chuckles, "Until tomorrow's sunrise,"

And so, the man vanished.