It was one matter to tell her that she simply was not good enough. That, Tenten could have lived with. Preparations for the Expo itself and little nit picky things that needed to be tended to had taken the young woman's attention away from actually practicing for the miniature tournament. As good as she was, without the proper training, even she had her limitations. But to say that the reasons behind them was due to something that was out of her control... something that she was simply born into... that was where Tenten drew the line.
She had been fighting it all her life. Or at least for as far back as she could remember. The stigma of women being inferior to men had always been there. They were considered the fairer and weaker sex. But Tenten never liked having restrictions on who and what she could be and, in a sense, made it her unspoken career to prove people wrong. An easy enough feat to accomplish when others constantly underestimated her abilities. But that only made the victories more satisfying.
And she had been doing fairly well. In the competition as well as in her life. Stepping up to the line, the young woman quickly took her position and corrected her stance for the drawing of the bowstring. Lined up her shot with the target. And in that single momentary breath that she was staring down the shaft of her arrow, just before releasing the string, Tenten pointed her glance -- glare -- to the young man from the Nakamishi Dojo.
At the end of the sixth round, she was already in second place by a narrow margin. Her aim was near perfection. The strength of the shot, frighteningly remarkable.
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