Ki asked for two, so I deliver! Albeit badly. I apologise, I've been feeling very down and out of it. Mm. -sigh-
Kurenai; midnight for
shadows_of_fire They taught her how to kill from fifty, a hundred, two hundred paces-- and she discovered that the worst damage can be inflicted from less than yards away, and she stared, fascinated (quite morbidly, but it was /done/ as a ninja) as her hands-- innocently twisted in a position that happened to complete a genjutsu seal sequence-- turned what was once a person into incoherence and despair planted in a shell of flesh.
They taught her to be a kunoichi, how to use her body, her wits (or how to appear as if she had a lack thereof), and everything from ikebana to tasteless, odourless poisons. She learned how to exploit the mind.
They taught her to kill; she learned of gender barriers, and refused to wear the jounin vest because she wasn't going to blend in quietly--
They taught resilience, and she learned resilience, but nothing could have prepared her for the true fear that had jolted her-- made her feel like she was ten again, of all things-- when her first genin team set off on their own.
She watched from the gates at midnight.