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Listen and Read - "Sad Machine"

Droplets of rain covered her; it soaked her hair. She reached into her bag, and took out the vial of her sensei's blood; her gaze was locked on to the sloshing, red substance inside. The recovery of the blood had gone well, and it wouldn't dry, since it was sealed not only properly but the recovery was also careful, calculated.

Would she have to do this for Satoshi someday?

Her blank stare was the only one in the cemetary. She had no appetite; hell, it was hard enough to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the memory of the toad sage being killed was waiting for her as if it were being played on a screen, on repeat.

A small drop of rain hit the glass bottle, and slid down the side, dripping to the floor. She gripped it tighter; a memory. It was her memory of her sensei. "I promise," She whispered, staring down at the grave. "I promise that I'll become stronger. I'll not fail you again. I won't fall in battle. I won't let Satoshi fall in battle. And our new sensei-- I'll protect them." It sounded stupid when a Genin said they'd protect someone that had more skill than them, but she meant those words. Even if the teacher was meant to protect the student, she couldn't handle losing another teacher. She couldn't handle losing a teammate. She swore that she'd find a way to protect everyone

She continued to stare at the grave of Kano Uzumaki, before turning, leaving that chapter of her life behind her, but not forgotten. Never forgotten.

And she took a step away, stepping from her past into the future.