07-21-2010, 07:13 AM
Adaa stood at the base of the tree, her palm resting against the smooth bark. Her fingertips tightened slightly against the tree, digging in to the scores there. This tree had always been special to her. Day in and day out it withstood the training from them. And yet it stood. Proud and ginormous. A true testimony to the urge to live. She sighed and let her hand drop after a couple more seconds. Yes, this tree was probably her best friend. The Akatsuki was her family, but it didn't meant she trusted any of them. She didn't trust anyone.
She flipped back and let a kunai fly from her hand though it was too fast for human eyes to see. It hit, dead center in the middle. "As it should," her slightly husky voice said out loud. "As it always should." A kunai to be off target meant a dead ninja. And she wasn't one to ever consider being dead. She had been through too much to let some petty, weak ninja to kill her. If she were to die, it would be because she would allow it. And that was doubtful because she liked living too much. Life was a very precious gift. So if anyone died under her hand it was because they didn't love life enough to survive.
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