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A rifle discharged; the bullet splintered a limb near her head. She began to run again. She had to get away, to leave the island…
It took her a moment to realize that she was alone, she was safe, it was six months later.
That was not entirely accurate; Haku was only her half brother...but still. Was she alone?
(No. I could always keep going, trying to reach Hidden Waterfall. Uncle Kaito and cousin Emi would be pleased to see me!)
One youth – dressed in a purple shirt, black pants, and a black cape – seemed to be on the run.
Older, stronger men were in hot pursuit, Anbu masks reflecting the moonlight.
For someone of about thirteen or fourteen, he was quite elite.
…She saw the villager’s face, his machete raised above her…
He was standing in front of her, replacing the knife into its holster.
“You’re a rogue…aren’t you?” he asked. “I can see it in your eyes. You witnessed something terrible, and now you’ve run away.”
“Well, Ayumi Gosu,” he smiled sarcastically, “welcome to Konoha.” He turned away from her, cloak flapping.
He was keen about battle, and it was impossible to sneak up on him.
“And that is another problem! ‘Sorry this, sorry that!’ Why do you apologize for everything?”
Ayumi tried to get control over her emotions as he awkwardly sat beside her, hesitantly putting a hand against her back.
“No, it’s not! Not if it…upsets you like this!” He couldn’t stare at her; he had to look back and forth between the flames and her eyes constantly. “What…what happened, anyway?”
“Everything.”
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