Winds of Change

*Asuka* · 03-13-2021, 10:32 PM

Asuka Omori
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop

Akari's voice felt like ice picks to the woman's chest. Shame welled up within her, and Asuka looked to the side, her ears flattening. Akari spoke again, and she closed her eyes, her tears spilling down her cheeks. The disappointment and confusion was red hot in her friend's voice, and Asuka had to hold back a sob. Shame, shame. She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed in her throat. She shouldn't have shown herself, she should have kept still, kept silent. After she composed herself as best she could, Asuka looked back to her silver friend, her expression still pained. "I am an imposter," she said softly, openly showing her weakness. "I am changed, no longer shinobi."

The woman's chest hurt as her heart thumped in her chest, threatening to rip right through flesh and bone. However, she held Akari's gaze, her posture low and demure. "I understand... if you leave." Her tears had stopped flowing, shame gripping her tightly enough that she believed she was not worthy. She was nothing, a husk of a warrior that was better off crumpled in the thistle. Perhaps finding her clan was not the best idea; they would think the same as Akari, the same as Asuka thought of herself. Shame, unworthy.

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