Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27993107-20160416085311/@comment-27375402-20160416104206

The child lingered in the discomfort of the unknown, still too young to comprehend compassion or what it meant when someone more normal like Yukiusagi was upset. Despite understanding how she felt, he came to the presumption that they both would handle the sense of loss differently, but when it came to it, they both resorted to training. Though for different reasons, Ryouta trained to protect those who engage in war whilst to Yuki, it was more of a distraction from the despairing memories. Glancing off to the side the child averts his gaze as Yuki looks away, thinking that she’d be more inclined to gaze back if his piercing gaze wasn’t there to meet hers.

Sighing softly as she continued, this was something he couldn’t quite be empathetic towards, his parents were still alive when last he saw them a week prior, after paying them a visit before departing once more, his reluctance to spend time with them placed a heavy weight within the child’s core. Yet something felt different with his relationship with his parents, but perhaps it was because with what little time he spent speaking to them, they had covered any cause for worry, though the blonde child turned his head to face the female.

The child pressed his lips tightly together upon hearing her rambles about the sudden death of her parents, crouching down slightly, the child retrieves a pebble from the floor beside him and throwing it towards the empty space beside her face, with enough force to whistle through the wind and close enough for the broken wind to brush against the female’s cheek, an attempt to draw her attention as it skid across the surface of the water. The child then awaited for her to turn to face him and rather than offering an expression of pity, sympathy or disgust, she’d be met with a stern facial expression.

“Don’t worry about my fun. I was only kidding. As for your parents, I’ve never had adoptive parents but mine have this weird psychic thing where they just know how you feel, what you want and need or how you feel about them. Just because you didn’t get to tell them you didn’t love them doesn’t mean they don’t know. Trust me Yuki, parents are scary because they know everything. Anyway, since we see our past hosts I’m sure you know we Odotai don’t pass on easily, just because they’re dead doesn’t mean they’re gone. They could be with your last host and as far as I can tell, your parents are unofficial Odotai.” The child spoke with an authoritative and aggressive tone before offering the female a thumb up and a smile.

“I’m pretty sure your parents are hanging out with your host, watching you train every day and are probably worried sick about you not going home. I just saw you coming out of a… whatever that was, seriously Yuki, you should at least see if they left you anything. And hey, don’t worry, your parents’ spirits live on in this village, turn it into your will of fire and become someone your parents would be proud of” The child nodded profusely, ignorant of the fact that his lack of vocabulary may have butchered the explanation, though he spoke with conviction and an unwavering expression.

