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"Well, you managed to create a perfect clone, good job Yuri".
I smiled at my success. Compared to all the other students in my age group I was a late bloomer. Always the last to complete the assignment. I set my mind on at least graduating in becoming a full-fledged ninja.
"Yuri if you focus on training a bit more than I guarantee you will do just as well as the other students. All the other students were able to complete this jutsu a couple weeks ago".
I never possesseny special skills. It was it going to be nor was I trying to be the greatest ninja of all time. It seems that everyone else in my class in age group were putting all the effort in that one goal. I try to keep michael realistic. I wasn't going to set myself up for failure and disappointment to anybody and myself.
I sighed, my pride was smashed, sensei walked back to his desk and pulled out a headband and held it out to me.
"Well here you go you worry, I can finally assign you to a team congratulations".
He placed the headband in my hands I thought I would be a little bit more excited about this moment considering I have been dreaming about this for the last fe months, but I did feel defeated right now. I was behind everyone else. I should have graduated with everyone else but I didn't.
I looked at the headband that was in my hands, the Konoha ninja headband. Everyone that successfully graduated the Ninja Academy was given one of these to wear. It marked that very event and now I was able to go on missions.
In order to graduate we were supposed to perform the shadow clone jutsu. I was nowhere near ready unlike my peers in the class. Now here I am a couple weeks later, I am now able to perform the jutsu flawlessly.
I held the ninja headband in front of me. "Thank you, sensei". I grabbed my book bag off my desk and shut the headband inside of it, preparing to leave.
"Yuri" my sensei called my name before I was out the door.
" Like I was saying. You have so much potential, I'm not just saying that as I would every other kid. I mean it, you have so much undiscovered talent. Focus young one".
I nodded before walking out the door.
The Sun was setting, I mentally kicked myself in the ass knowing that my father was going to be angry with me for coming home so late with dinner not prepared yet. I have a father that believes a woman should have meals prepared for their men every morning, noon and night. My mother passed away a few years ago, there for leaving the job to me.
Also women were to do all the work in the home. A woman's job was to be a housewife and nothing more. My father was not understanding and believe all problems could be solved with a few lashings from his belt. Also women were not suited for a shinobi lifestyle in my father's eyes. My father Kunai Kaito, was a very well respected shinobi even though he was not born from this village he was still well respected amongst the villagers. He normally sat with the village elders of course he earned that seat.
My mother was not that way at all, she was understanding and was the nurturer of the family. Inherited many of her features. My blood red here so all the way to my waist and I really put it up, my mother believe that women should have long hair so I rarely cut it. When training I would normally put my hair up in a bun which I have it up in a bun today. She would choose my clothes for me she would always dress me in somewhat womanly clothing. I still wore something that she would normally dress me in. Today for example a black short dress outfit and leggings that matched my hair, blood red. Of course the ninja opentoed boots, black (much like Sakura's in Shippuden). My eyes were the same as hurt as my father would say. Abnormally large and the color of the sky. They would turn green times of sadness and depression. And sadly I inherited a fight, my mother stood at 5 foot 2. I would be shocked if I even reached that when I grow older. Her and my father's beliefs clashed but they still loved each other, they were made for each other. When she passed away my father turned cold and looked at me sometimes as if it were my fault.
