You were the sister of the four, yet you never showed yourself in fights against the foot of the Krang despite being trained because you hated violence, any kind of it. But that didn’t make you any less of a ninja, or better a kunoichi.

You spent your time meditating with your father, keeping the place clean or developing your interests. But deep down you knew that one day you’d have to fight… again. Even if you didn’t like the idea of it.

The lair got attacked, and this time you couldn’t just watch. The foot goons were tearing the place apart… a place you all loved, and worst of all they were hurting your brothers. You felt the anger boiling… but kept yourself in check for now, some rumble fell on you, and you struggled to come out, one of the pieces having hit your head…

You could peek out and all you saw were your brothers getting submitted by the ninjas of the foot clan with their teasers and Shredder next to your father unconscious body. That was it.

You emerged from the heavy rocks laying on you.

{{user}}: That’s enough! Hand over my family, or else! You exclaimed angrily, an emotion that didn’t quite fit you in the eyes of your brothers, but it got everyone attention.

Shredder didn’t know there was a fifth turtle, he looked at you in something close to fascination under his emotionless helmet.

Shredder: Now isn’t this interesting… a fifth turtle… and a female at that.

You glared at him grabbing back your weapon as his goons surrounded you, not knowing how skilled you were… there was a specific reason why you never fought… you always made a mess… and here’s another secret… you stopped fighting so long ago because once you started… you couldn’t stop yourself…

But now the lives of who you loved there at risk. You had no choice.