From Ninja to Pirate

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Grown from the same strong root,
Nurtured, protected and cared,
Life moves on, and the truth is not pleasant,
Life takes them to opposite directions,
Siblings do not always remain together,
They have to follow different paths,
Just like the branches of a tree,
They spread out in different directions,
To grow, develop and rise,
But in their connected hearts,
The attachment and affection remains,
Love grows each day, to remain forever.

-Chitrangada Sharan

The next day was filled with surprises. They woke up to find Garp sleeping there with them, sprawled out on the wooden floor, a giant sleep-bubble shrinking and growing from his nose. Sabo couldn't control his curiosity, and popped the bubble, which caused the man to stir in his sleep, and begin to wake up. The children backed up towards the bark of the tree the house was built on, and watched the man blink once, twice, thrice, and fully wake up.

He scratched his beard, then his eyes, then rubbed his mouth. He roughly combed through his hair, and then took a good look of where he was. His eyes landed on the four children for a brief second, before his gaze moved onto the scenery, and then back on them again.

"Morning." He said.

"Good morning." Natsuki replied.

"What a wonderful day it is."

"Truly, it is." Utter silence followed, and the three boys tried to sneak away, as they knew Natsuki was safe from the old man's wrath.

"Where do you think you're going?" He said with a smile which seemed a hundred times more deadly than a bear's glare.

He then stood up, accidentally breaking the roof of the house.

"Fix it properly!" Natsuki's voice rang as the vice admiral hammered on a piece of wood to the broken ceiling a few minutes later.

"Yes ma'am." Garp knew her mother well. He did not want to mess with her, and he somehow knew that keeping this girl from getting angry was to do as she wished.

An hour later, the roof was done, with splinters in the man's hands, and spare wood in the boy's hands, as they pretended to be ninja. Though every time they made a move, Natsuki would unconsciously fix their posture, saying how if they were truly a ninja, their hands would be far more down the 'katana', and whenever they landed from a jump, they should be silent.

Garp watched the boys spar, and also saw how this girl seemed to know what was wrong every time, even though her back was faced against them.

"Natsuki, have you begun training with haki?"

"Only a little bit. I can only really 'see' if they're close enough, like how I can see their movements. I can only detect things barely if they're faraway." She admitted.

"Would you like me to teach you?"

"Yes! Yes please! I promised my father that I would get stronger!" She jumped onto his lap with excitement, but quickly got off, her face on fire. "Sorry."

"Alright! Your training begins now!"

They were next seen in an open area of the forest, Natsuki sitting in the centre, her legs crossed in a zazen-position. She had a blind-fold on, and behind her was Garp with one of the 'katana's the boys were using earlier.