Tetsuma sprints through the high branches, leaving small indents in the bark whenever they push off. Blinking away frustrated tears, they curse their father under their breath - and that jerk Butsuma, too, for good measure. Why is it anyone's business if they sneak off to learn jutsu other than silly kunoichi tricks? Tetsuma's going to be a real shinobi, the best ever, just watch them.
That, though, apparently means leaving the clan, along with any pipe dreams of showing just how awesome they are, and how they deserve the title of clan prodigy, not Butsuma.
The trees thin, turning into pines as they approach the northern mountains. Tetsuma leaps to the ground and darts among the trunks, before tripping as they round a particularly large tree -
- And landing in a tangle of limbs as they collide with someone who they could've sworn wasn't in their path a second ago.