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            <sup>Somehow, the afternoon had left the sheepish heiress thoroughly bruised, emotionally, and physically. Though things had been progressing slowly ( but surely ) with Hiashi, and training had gone especially well for the first time in sometime—there was still much left to do, so much to accomplish, which left her with the remnants of thoughts from long ago. Hinata was quite aware of her father’s thoughts: she was still oh so gentle, much to kind for leadership, unsure if she was truly ready to taken on the clan, and all that came with it. Yet, after years and years of practice, calloused palms and actual improved skill to show for it, somehow …

                                   —even after all this time, it wasn’t enough.

              Returning home after their session, brows had sunken deep within her forehead, demeanor clearly exposing sadness: mere sadness of self defeating thoughts probing her mind. However, when lifting her gaze toward her doorstep, brows slowly quirked, questioning the item placed atop of the cement ground. A gift, perhaps? Fastening her pace toward the sliding door, the immediate aroma of sweetened glaze and cinnamon spice wafted toward her nostrils, taking note of her favorite treat neatly packed inside the woven basket.

                “A-Ah ..” Scanning the small note attached, pale lips quivered lifted with that of relief, porcelain features softening by the roseate medic’s calming, heartfelt words. The gift itself wasn’t lavish, but the feelings and mere act itself allowed a flutter to erupt within her chest, gently pressing it against her thumping heart.

                                           ——it was the last thing she expected,
 
                                                                        but it was certainly what she needed.</sup>