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Kyoko crouched down in the bushes. It was midnight, or just a little bit before and she had been in the same position for twenty minutes, her muscles were beginning to ache but she stayed still as a statue, refusing to budge even an inch. The building she sat in front of was very large and well known in her Nation; it was the historical library and one of the original buildings from centuries before. Although it was still uses, mostly by the nation?s government, the building was falling apart. The walls were crumbling in places and the once pristine marble walkways were cracked. It was a mystery to her why it was still in use, and why for that matter she was crouching in the bushes outside of the building. Her sensei had sent her a message five hours earlier telling her where to be and when and she followed the direction without question. Dressed head to toe in black spandex, black boots and black gloves; she was completely concealed in the darkness. If anyone were to pass by they would simply overlook her and that was the key. She was a ninja, still in training of course, and tonight was her fist mission.

It had been her parent?s idea, to send her to masters across the nation who ranged in a variety of skills. This was her fourth master since she was six years of age and it was her most difficult subject to master. Because ninja are nothing more than assassins, she had a hard time wrapping her head around the concept of killing someone who didn't stand a fighting chance. The skills she learned were of course invaluable to a fighter, but the price of attaining though skills were high. She had yet to take anyone's life, and silently prayed that she wouldn't have to tonight either. There was a rustling in the bushes to her right and hair stood on end, her muscles tense and ready to strike. Jin crawled up beside her whispering the code word so she knew he was an ally and her muscles relaxed only slightly. He was her senior of many years, twenty six years of age and already a master at most concepts of the ninja way. The age difference between them was ten years because Kyo was only sixteen. He looked over at her with his bright blue eyes asking her silently if she was prepared for whatever they were here to do and she nodded her head. Since Jin was here she knew she was purely back up for his mission and that fact helped calm her nerves greatly.

Jin began moving silently through the bushes followed closely by Kyo and together they made their way up the side of the building and into the inner courtyard. The nightly guard roamed in and out through the covered walkways, armed to the hilt with guns and Kyo silently scoffed. She hated guns with a passion preferring one on one combat. Of course people needed bending less and less these days, technology was taking over. There was no need to from a connection with nature. She stepped on a loose tile and it slid out from under her making a clattering sound that echoed through the courtyard. Cursing herself for her distraction she followed closely on Jin's heels as they began running toward a room Kyo had never seen before. Once inside they closed and barricaded the door. Jin turned angrily to her and began his lecture on how a ninja's most valuable skill was stealth. Something was apparently lacking in greatly. Kyo bowed an apology and looked around the room.

"Where are we?" She asked her eyes traveling over dusty scrolls and glass cases.
"That's none of your concern" Jin hissed "go keep watch while I retrieve the artifact." He moved toward the far wall and began riffling through the scrolls.
"Yes sir!" Kyo hissed sarcastically and moved toward the door to listen.

It was only a matter of time before the guards found them thanks to her misstep and she waited for the sound of their footfalls. Sure enough she heard the sound of shouts in the distance and hissed at Jin a warning. He nodded in acknowledgment and then let out a breath of exultation. He had found what he was looking for, placing the scroll in his pack he motioned for Kyo to step in his hands so she could enter the ceiling. Their get-away. There was rattling on the doorknob and shouts, the guards were there. Jin quickly followed Kyo through the ceiling, replacing the tile, and they made their way through the attic space until they came to an opening on the roof. Jumping into a nearby tree they were running through the woods in no time. She thought they were in the clear but soon footsteps could be heard following them. Cursing silently under her breath she increased her pace, only to skid to a stop. There was someone standing in front of them, blocking their way. The footsteps behind them caught up and they were surrounded. Kyo pulled her knife out of its sheath following Jin's lead and they prepared for battle.

The battle was fierce. Three on one were not great odds, but after an hour panting a sweaty it was down to her, Jin, and two others. Jin passed her the sack, silently telling her to take the scroll and get out as quickly as possible and she tried but they struck Jin down and turned on her. The scroll fell out of the bag as she jumped up toward a tree and swinging into the branch she cursed dropping back to the ground to retrieve it. A strike came out of nowhere and cut her across the stomach. The wound was not deep but with her already exhausted body the smell of blood caused her to faint. She fell backwards her world turning dark.

She awoke to a brightly lit room, the sound of a monitor beeping. She was in a hospital. Her parents and sensei stood over her with disapproving looks on their faces. She looked to her right and saw Jin lazing about in a chair. Was that right? Jin had been taken down, he should be dead. Comprehension dawned on her and she felt her face grow hot, as an angry bubble rose in her stomach. It had been a test, and she had failed. Sensei cleared his throat and looked down at her.

"Kyoko Asano, daughter of the Fire Lord, I hereby revoke your training privileges. You do not have what it takes to continue to study in my presence. Fire lord, lady, I apologize." Sensei bowed deeply to her parents and walked out of the room. It wasn't that she had done anything bad; it?s just that she had consistently been failing missions. And one who cannot master a mission cannot dream of mastering the ninja way.
"Kyo, we are very disappointed in you. This is the fourth master who has turned you away." Her father glared down at her, his jet black hair and eyes seeing into hers.
"It's not that your untalented, we know you can fight and that you are good at it, but we want you to master at least one thing!" Her mother exclaimed kindly but this tension flooding her voice.
"Look, its not my fault. Two of those masters were fire benders and you know I cannot fire bend to save my life. So you really can't count them! And I did master my weaponry class and hand to hand combat courses. I'm meant to be a warrior, not an assassin, not a spy, a warrior. Can you please stop sending me to different schools now?" She sat up quickly as she spoke all this and winced in pain. Pulling back the covers to look at her stomach which now felt hot she saw blood stained bandages. "Great! Another scar!" she said falling back onto the pillows and letting out another groan of pain.

This was her third one in three years, all from different "training" missions. Yup, she was done. From now on she would train herself to hone the skills she had. She would become her own master and she would be damned if her parents tried to force her to take another class.

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That was two years ago and in between that time and now she had become her own master, honing her skills and technique like she swore to herself she would do. She was moving to The Great Nation, a teacher in hand to hand combat for the Avatar should he choose to accept it when she arrived. It was, as her parents said a great honor to support the Avatar in any way and she knew it was true. Kyo only hoped that she would indeed be able to help in some way.

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