It was a nice spring morning in Shinotown, the sakura were in bloom and the fresh air was revitalizing. A vendor could be seen trying to sell his merchandise. Then, like a flash of blue and black, a young girl, about 14, flew from the scene just in time to see the vendor throw a fit. He turned and saw that the girl had stolen one of his belongings. He turned and screamed at her , shaking his fist. "You little rat boy!"
"Gosh, why do people always do that!! I'm a girl. Not a boy.And I most certainly not a rat! " She walked to the shed place in which she stayed. She sat down with her legs criss-crossed and her staff by her side.