Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20160402171622/@comment-24479578-20160403160714

She watched with her hands clenched as her brother flew across the arena and landed on the ground. Her hands were throbbing as the first finger on each hand continued to bleed. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that she had become exactly what they had all wanted her to become. But she also realized that it wasn’t who she was. What they wanted, hurt too much.

She walked over to the forehead protector that had fallen near her and picked it up. Clenching it in her hands, she watched and waited to see Dante get up. Her heart beat quickly in her chest and still the tears fell but she would not sob or cry out loud. Her family was here and she would not embarrass them. She had worked so hard and trained with every bit of strength that she had to give him a reason to look at her with pride. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him stand.

Only to turn his back on her again…

“I am not a Martyr, Dante…” She said as her lip began to quiver. “I have trained, been beaten down, broken, gone to the hospital, left to fend for myself when you were supposed to protect me.. I’ve taken every hit and been knocked out more times then I care to remember… just to get stronger.. To be someone that you could be proud of.. Just for that one chance that you would look at me and tell me that you were proud of me…” She began to shake as she continued to clench her fists. “And still you turn your back on me.. I become someone that you could be proud of… and it’s still not good enough!!” Her voice started to shake as she looked to him with hurt crossing her face. “Why can’t you just be proud of me for what I am good at? Do you hate me that much?!?!”

She looked up to their parents and saw the look in her mother’s eyes. Sighing softly, she reached into her side pouch and pulled out her first aid kit. Sitting on the ground, she began to wrap gauze around her finger tips and tape it tightly to slow the bleeding until she was able to get to see a medic. “Everything I have done was to try and get you to just be proud of me… I’ve learned the jutsu of our clans, something that you haven’t even done yourself.. And yet you still turn your back on me.”

She looked up to him and placed her first aid kit away. Her fingers bandaged as she stood. Would he still look away from her when she was finally standing up on her own two feet?