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“Trainings gonna be rough right?” I asked as I put my feet up against the seats.

            “A true ninja would never complain…or fail.” My father retorted looking at my reflection through the mirror. My face felt hot and I was going to tell him off, but a ninja doesn’t disrespect anyone.

“I was just kidding, geez.” I looked out the window.

“So I’m really human right now? Doesn’t feel like it though,” I said trying to start up a conversation in order to get rid of this awkward silence. (Someone should’ve really done an awkward turtle during these times.)

“No, I’m absolutely sure you can feel the amount of energy lost in your body right now. You knew from the beginning, so don’t deny it. A strong warrior of the Samurai clan would face these kind of circumstances, but right now you’re acting like a coward!” My mom lectured with a cool face.

At this point I didn’t know what to say. Nothing I ever said or did affected them that much anyways. My parents don’t have emotions; they say that emotions are weaknesses and so it should be exterminated from your body. Well weaknesses to realmers is like cancer to humans and the only way to get rid of it is to cut it out of your body, literally. My parents did exactly that, but I couldn’t. Keeping my emotions was a sort of rebellion against my parents. However, if it weren’t for my emotions I would’ve never met my two best fri-… No, actually, perhaps it would’ve been better if I did get rid of them, then this would’ve never happened.

The rest of the car ride was silent and for once I was thankful for it.

“Hit harder Midnight. What, you afraid you’re going to break a nail?” My father mocked.

“Not afraid of breaking my nail, but just afraid of breaking your dainty old bones!” I wanted to scream out, but trust me when I say this; my father is someone you don’t want to mess with.

I went for a KO punch into his ribs, but he feinted left then quickly turned right giving him the surprise attack advantage. He hit my back hard and obviously was unafraid of bruising me in the process of this extreme ‘training’. I fell down and was unable to get up.

“At this rate your ki will never come back and the Samurai clan will die with you. It would die a mortal death, how disgraceful! No, how pitiful and disgusting. Midnight, don’t let the fall of the Samurai clan rest upon your shoulders. KEEP ON FIGHTING, LIKE WE TAUGHT YOU!” My father yelled as he jumped in the air to lay another attack.

While he was saying all that crap to me, my face was down and I was trying my very best to grit my teeth in order to endure that humiliation my father purposely put me through, but I had enough of his abuse. I let out a battle cry and met him the air. Actually, my foot met his face in the air. As soon as I felt the contact on my heel I pushed hard against his face and finished him. Once he was on the ground, with lightning speed, I picked him up and punched him in the groin. My father had collapsed onto the floor. For the first time in my life I had made my father eat dirt!

“Stop all of this disappointment crap! You know most parents would be concerned that their child almost lost his/her life and lost the most important people to them, but no all that spouts from your mouth is bullshit! Now you’re a disappointment. Look at you! You just ate from the ground you lost in!” I spat angrily. My father turned his head up to me. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes opened wide, and his mouth was hung ajar in shock.

“Practice is over,” he said trying to regain his composure as he stood up, but still did not meet my eyes. I bowed to show respect to my master then headed towards the house.