Damian vs. Mikoto Misaka

That evening, Anya burst through the front door like a little whirlwind. Before she could even set down her schoolbag, she shouted, "Father! Anya isn't the Dead Last!"

Kabuto Yakushi looked up from the newspaper he was reading on the sofa and adjusted his glasses. "Oh? What place did you get?"

"Second to last!" Anya puffed out her chest, sounding as proud as if she had achieved something extraordinary.

Kabuto was at a loss for words. He could only stare at his daughter, and the two of them stood there looking at each other.

Yor, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled gently. "That's wonderful, Anya."

"Mother!" Anya rushed over and gave Yor a big hug.

Watching them, Kabuto sighed inwardly. There's no hope of this girl becoming a top student. I'll count it as a blessing if she manages to graduate from the Ninja Academy.

Anya caught her father's thoughts, and her lips formed a small pout. Father underestimates Anya! Anya will amaze everyone in tomorrow's match. I'll show him!

"Mother," she said suddenly, looking up with shining eyes, "give Anya special training! Anya wants to amaze everyone!"

Yor looked down at her daughter's eager face, and an excited smile spread across her own. "All right, Anya. We'll start your special training tonight."

After dinner, Yor took Anya to a small training ground near their home.

Moonlight bathed the grounds in silver.

"Anya," Yor said, her voice especially clear in the night, "Taijutsu and Chakra control take time to master."

"So tonight, I'll teach you how to throw Shuriken."

She took out a Shuriken that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Watch carefully. The key is a quick snap of the wrist and a precise angle."

"Experts can even channel Chakra into their Shuriken. Wind