Midori!
Age: 6
"Midori!"
Midori is small and lanky. Her skin had a slight tan due to being out in the sun a lot, Fu could tell, but that was something that he was sure would swiftly change. If she survives, that is.
Fu had his doubts about the capabilities of this new "recruit". Maybe she had a special kekkai genkai? She does have a rather strange hair color. Pink. Fu couldn't recall any fearsome clans with pink haired shinobi. It was just odd.
What was even odder was the fact that she is being entrusted to him and Torune, the quiet Aburame to his right, in order to quickly acclimatize her to ROOT. They were in the fast track program, why was she being put into the fast track program when she clearly has not had prior conditioning?
Torune nudges him with the handle of his tanto, the tool a proud symbol of their advancement in ROOT as is recognized by Danzo-sama, turning his attention to the stirring pinkette.
She opens her eyes and I see the reason why she was named Midori. They were green. But they looked…void.
Immidiately Fu's tactical mind springs into action, the void look is definitely the result of some kind of brainwash technique or genjutsu.
"Midori?" Torune asks, waiting for a response from the girl.
"Who…who is Midori?" The girl asks, coughing due to her dry throat.
"You are Midori. Remember, child?" Shimura Danzo states, his voice echoing in the cavernous underground base.
Fu and Torune immediately kneel on one knee, head bowed, one arm propped up on the raised knee; awaiting further instructions after the customary acknowledgement.
Danzo muses that the two are developing very nicely. They were taking to ROOT training well.
He turned to the pinkette laying down in the raggedy cot they put her on, awaiting her response to his statement. He looks at her eyes intently looking for the shift of recognition that would signal the success of his use of the Sharignan.
The girl's response is immediate. She quickly assumes a position mirroring that of Torune's and Fu's, nodding an affirmative and greeting him with reverence. The two others in the room flinched minutely, taken aback by the change in the girl, but ultimately accepts the situation.
In root, it was not their position to question Danzo-sama's motives or methods; they were weapons used for the protection of Konohagakure and weapons did not think. This lesson was one of the most prevalent during their training as Tier One ROOT recruits. It was a painful lesson which included electricity, two doors and a choice. It was one that both Torune and Fu weren't going to forget any time soon.
Danzo nods his approval and informs that girl that she will continue her training with Torune and Fu.
At this point, Fu could roughly figure out what situation this girl was in. She might have been put under a genjutsu that would help implant memories of root training into her when in reality she has never stepped foot in the base; Fu would know, he made it his business to meet all recruits, to assess the competition. On the other hand, she could be a sleeper recruit being reinstated, it was the case for most new operatives, however her age still gives him pause. Although Torune and himself joined ROOT at a young age, around the girl's age actually; they weren't thrust into fast track operative programs for Tier Three operatives…
Torune nudges him with the handle of his tanto , pulling Fu out of his thoughts and turning their attention to the pinkette once again. The quiet Aburame gives him a meaningful glance through his tinted glasses, trying to convey his concern, and ultimately warning him against thinking on matters that they weren't supposed to have opinions on in the first place.
He recalls memories of pain filled nights when he could barely move his body or chew his food because of the overwhelming pain; electricity coursing through him. He steels himself and looks into Midori's eyes once again.
This time they weren't just green, they were jade; filled with life and determination.
This girl was a monster.
As soon as she got pushed into training room #3, her eyes took on a void look, her body loose and limber. She was moving even before the first kunai hit the spot she previously occupied. She catches one in midair, using the kunai to deflect other incoming projectiles. Her form was loose and flexible; often making use of acrobatic moves to avoid close calls.
She ends the training exercise by using captured kunai to clog the openings from where the projectiles were coming from in the walls.
Beside Fu, Torune nods his approval, watching the girl dust herself off calmly. They simultaneously looked up at the time board on top of the room's door, the board proudly showing off 0:12:45 in bright red. It was just 15 seconds over the record.
This girl was a monster.