"Kira!!" My mother's voice rang through my ears.

"What are you doing over there? Come here and watch me so you'd know what exactly you are going to go pick for me." she called out, her tone a bit rushed but still carrying that familiar motherly warmth.

"Mother, can I go train with the other girls?" I innocently asked her as I peeped out through our little window, watching the other girls wrestle happily amongst themselves.

Some held make-believe swords that were actually sticks and ...