Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-30362709-20170409225225/@comment-28929139-20170410175737

"Stop it..." Tak muttered venomously through her gritted teeth as her older brother, Satoru, physically ushered her to the training field of their new village. The Sagaras had moved in seamlessly to the Steel village, and everyone had already found their footing with school or work...apart from Tak. Things were still up in the air as far as her schooling and education went, but with her being a new Genin and the family trainer having yet to show up, she needed to train. Or so her brother thought.

Parts of Tak did want to get better and stronger, but the thought of having to be out here with these kids....it made her skin crawl. But! Her asocial behavior had been so well fermented in her manner, she was already beginning to train! Tak was dead weight with her feet and Satoru was having to literally push and shove her toward the field. Her force field was already flared out and sizzling with defiance as she tried with all her disdainful might to shock Satoru into submission. But he wasn't having it. Her barrier wasn't yet strong enough to hurt him or anyone for that matter, and his own seasoned experience with the gift made him that much more impervious to her staticky will.

Eventually, they made it to the field, coming in from the opposite end at which the other kids were sojourning. Tak was biting so hard into her tongue, she could partially taste wet copper. She just wanted to stay home and read!

"Don't think that I won't embarrass you in front of all these children." The corner of Tak's mouth was turned up in a snarl but said nothing. "Go train with them, it'll be good for you to learn from other people." Again, she said nothing and just crossed her arms. "We're not going home until you do." With that, Satoru walked off toward a set of spectator bleachers and took a seat, waving her off encouragingly. "And don't be rude to them! Be NICE." Oh, how she would one day kill him....

To get this over with, Tak slowly walked toward the one girl and two boys at the other end of the field, taking a hard gulp. Just like every other day, Tak was dressed in a plain, shapeless white tunic gown and her hip-length black hair was loose down her back. The expression on her face was a mix between flustered and constipated, Siddhartha help her... "....Hi...may I train with you all...." She stared at each one of them in the face, from the red-haired boy to the brunette girl, to the noir boy.