Kitsuki walked into the empty Academy classroom. It was Room 115. Where it had all began. Began was a bit of a strange word to use in this context. Technically, she did not start her shinobi career in this room. She had attended private school in lieu of the public academy system that Kiri has provided. The institution was known as the Sukimori School for War, Art, Science, and Philosophy, aka S.S. WASP or more affectionately known by its alumni as "The WASP." Kit had allowed them to fill her head with all sorts of ideas and high minded goals. It was there that she first learned how to be a ninja. Not just a ninja, a good one. However, her ideals were never challenged until she arrived in this very room.
It was the room in which she was assigned to for the First Round of the Chuunin Exams. It was here that Kituski had met Irui. She had seen how all the ninja in the room had resorted to cheating and low-cunning to achieve their objectives. Kitsuki had attempted to rely on her prodigious musical knowledge to pass and although she hadn't given the answers the Professor was looking for she was permitted to pass. The lesson was that no matter how difficult things seemed, a true ninja never gave up. They found a way to complete their objective even when it was unreasonable. Kit had learned that if she stuck to her values and showed determination, she could overcome any obstacle. That didn't mean she wouldn't ever lose. She had ended up being knocked out in the Quarter-Finals against Rini Nakamura. It was a stinging loss made worse by the fact that it was at the hands of someone that used a flute as a weapon. But she had swallowed that bitterness and resolved to be a shining ray of hope in a world consumed by darkness. She wouldn't have to burn bright alone either. A guardian Angel from another world had been sent to guide her. It was in Room 115 where her boundless optimism and hope for the future had started.
It was the War that had shattered that optimism.
Older, wiser, and more realistic. That is who she was now. But the road to getting there was painful. She had seen things. Things that had turned her stomach and kept her up at night. Headmaster Sukimori had warned her that ninja had cruel appetites but seeing it firsthand was difficult. She had moments of valor and glory during the War, but they all felt hollow and insignificant. The moments of goodness and charity too few and the moments of cruelty to grand and numerous. If it weren't for Zizz, Kit feared that she would have lost heart. It would have been so easy to take her instruments and retreat to the far side of the world. Playing and recording without a car. It would have been a simple and pleasant life. She had the money and the means to do it, but she knew her spirit wouldn't allow it. And if her inner spirit said no, Zizz would amplify that voice. In the end, she was thankful for the Angel but that didn't make the memories any less painful.
Nowadays, she was Headmistress of Kirigakure and loyal servant to the Mizukage. She had grown more beautiful despite the ugliness she had seen from the world. A bit taller, mature face, beautiful brown eyes, and her bunched hair was permitted to grow out au naturale. She was currently wearing an instructor's uniform , not unlike what she wore as a genin but a bit more form fitting. She had a great career as a fashionista, musician, and shinobi. She was successful by every measure and yet when she looked at the empty desks all she could think about is the generation of genin that would never get to see their dreams come true. How many had been slaughtered on the battlefields? Children crying out all across the world for a savior and the best the Gods could deliver was her. She had done good during the War, but good wasn't good enough.
She touched one of the desks. She imagined the child setting their. She could feel Time rewinding in her mind's eye. The story of a young boy who had lofty goals of being Mizukage only to be torn to pieces by a technique whose complexity he'd never be able to comprehend. The vision was painful but she needed to see it. It brought tears to her eyes and a rage in her heart.
No. Never again....NEVER AGAIN!
Kitsuki gripped the desk with both hands and threw it against the wall with Godlike strength. The desk slammed into a nearby window but instead of just shattering the glass it took a chunk of the wall out with it. The objects crashed onto the grounds of the academy, revealing the misty outdoors. The level of power that she had just exercised was monstrous but it represented a fraction of what she was truly capable of. Kitsuki felt tears streaming down her cheek. Someone would probably come soon to see what the commotion was about. She had to stop crying. She had to be strong.