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“But sister, when will you be back?”
There were many times when six-year-old Yashamaru wished he was older—a genin, too. When his sister left on missions was very much one of those times.
Karura smiled reassuringly and ruffled his hair. “In a few days, Yashamaru. My cell’s just escorting some civilians to the coast; that’s all.”
“Are you still gonna teach me Henge when you get back?”
“Of course; now be good for Mama while I’m gone, alright?”
“Alright, sister. Good luck!”
She waved.
Yashamaru hoped he’d get to be a genin soon. He wanted to stand beside her.