It was only the second week of school, and Kawa was already headed back home because she forgot her datapad. Kawa and her siblings walked to school every day, despite the distance. Their parents insisted it was better for them than the other transportation options. She knew this would make her late, and she'd run in to her younger siblings, who all attended a different school than her, but it couldn't be helped. She'd be sent home from school without her datapad, anyway. This way, at least, she could check to make sure they had theirs.
She never got the chance. When she rounded the corner to her street, she saw three boys from her grade living up to their reputations as bullies, and all five of her younger brothers and sisters were the targets. She narrowed her eyes, dropped her bag, and ran to the group of kids.
The hope was evident in the eyes of the younger ones, as was the confidence in the faces of the bullies. There were three of them, after all. What could little Kawa do to them? ... They soon found out. The combat training their father had given all of them had done little good for the smaller ones against such bigger opponents. Of course, they had yet to get to the lessons about size differences. Kawa was a different story.
In an impressively short period of time, the three bullies were bloodied, lying on the ground, with Kawa standing over them, none the worse for wear. She thrust a finger toward the now beaming younger children while staring at the boys. "Those are my family members. Nobody hurts my family!"