†Shi Miyako†

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ~ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs sʜɪ ᴍɪʏᴀᴋᴏ! ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ! ♡


• ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ: •
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♡ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ.
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♡ ɪ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ! ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ; ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ! ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.
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♡  ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ!
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♡ ʟᴀsᴛʟʏ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏʀʙɪᴅ ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs... ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!~
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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs!

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~🅦🅗🅐🅣 🅣🅞 🅔🅧🅟🅔🅒🅣 🅕🅡🅞🅜 🅜🅔~

In the middle of the night, stood the thin figure of a young woman. Her gaze was cold as her platinum hair danced in the gentle breeze, white petals fluttering around her. The two men in front of her were stiff, uncertainty spiralling in their eyes as they remain in their hostile posture. The man on the left dug into his pocket to take out a Kunai, the metallic surface gleamed under the moonlight.

"I won't ask you again..." he growled. Her face showed no hint of emotion, not even reacting to the man's behaviour as she took a step towards him. She slowly walked up to them, causing the men to become more alert.

"Stay where you are!" The male on the right shouted "I mean it!" The woman kissed her teeth in response, speaking in a solemn tone of voice.

"Your threats mean nothing to me... both of you are just bark and no bite. Jōnin you may be, but that doesn't mean a thing." As soon as she finished, her sword was drawn; slicing into the necks of the once living beings. She looked behind her, now one feet away from the fallen Shinobi.

"Point proven... pitiful." Her glare softened, a small hint of remorse in her sharp eyes. Blood was dripping off her sword; staining a white petal that laid motionless on the dirt floor. It's colour now dyed a deep crimson.