The sun cast its light low in the sky as an unremarkable evening began. Hikaru sat in the main room of the Miyazaki residence, just one single book in front of her (as wasn’t often the case). It was her mother’s journal, one of her most precious attachments in the entire world- although it had been an endless source of frustration for her throughout that afternoon. As much as she tried to understand her mother’s scribbled instructions, she still felt disconnected from the woman behind them- it was as if she was trapped in a box, watching her mother perfect the chakra that she shared. From her description, molding the Amari chakra was supposed to come naturally as one trained, and not need any extra focus to unlock. Everything seemed so simple as she read it, yet… progress had come to a halt for her. More and more of her time had been devoted to practicing the same chakra molding she had first discovered, and she didn’t feel any closer to ‘complete, natural mastery’ that she felt she deserved.
Frustrated, half with herself and half with the journal, she stood up quickly and left the room, climbing up to the highest point of the modest dwelling. Once she reached the roof, she laid down on her back, face to the darkening sky.
[WC: 222]
Frustrated, half with herself and half with the journal, she stood up quickly and left the room, climbing up to the highest point of the modest dwelling. Once she reached the roof, she laid down on her back, face to the darkening sky.
[WC: 222]