Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30575150-20161210031717

-Naraku stared blankly for a moment, taking in the wholeness of her package as he repeated in monotone “Why?” He pondered this for a moment as the woman took a step towards him and leered with such obvious animosity. He couldn’t imagine what could cause such a lovely looking woman to embrace vileness and forsake kindness. Despite her rancid persona Naraku had not been deterred from seeking her friendship. Despite her struggle to repel him Naraku finally answered as he raised to his the tips of his toes so he would have enough height to match her own as he bore such an intense gaze at him “Well…” He began to fidget with his fingers, the kneading together as he spoke “I don’t actually have friends so I was hoping you would be my friend…” He hated to admit it but his persona can be social bane as he is too outrageous for most people to handle. Between delusions of grand importance and teenage angst Naraku has been trapped in a cycle of making friends only to lose them. People find him to be a pill hard to swallow.

“So… um. Would you be my friend?’ He was simple minded he had no real goal beyond friending and sparring her, despite having mighty aspirations he is still a child at heart and has yet to been tempered by the flames of the true Shinobi world. He was innocent and this was a weakness that clearly was reflected by his bashfulness as he approached her and engaged in such affairs such as friendship. While he sought to struggle against her in the dance called combat he wanted above all else someone to call a friend.

“So I’m here to train… what about you?” He tried to guide the conversation to something they could bond over thinking that if a Shinobi of her grand quality was here training that it would indeed be a fateful encounter.-