Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25955740-20160417015710/@comment-28131316-20160419060558

They often said that beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but what they didn't tell you is that each person was blind in their own ways. Some people were blind to personality, and some did not care about appearances at all. Some even more so were blinded to what their own self-worth could be. They believed so little in themselves, that they were suprised by any kind word, or gesture. That morning Kumiko had been awakened in her apartment, a gift from her family, to a delivery from the main family compound.

The last eighteen months had been beyond strange for the woman. Between the way she had been training, and the sudden shift in her family, she was suspicious about just everyone around her. With good reason, she had seen the truth of her family, and she had seen the truth of the world, and she knew she had no place there other than as a tool. She just had to wait to see when the other shoe would drop. That would be the moment she figured out where everything really was, no amount of searching or garnering of information would reveal to her true intentions till people made them known.

But she was trying, and that was all she could do.

The delivery itself had been quite unexpected, a package from the main family compound. A package from her mother and father, and brother. Inside was a Kimono for the events ahead. A gorgeous white kimono with silver designs of snowflakes, and blue edges. It was an expensive down, with several under layers, and long sleeves, and a rather elegant Obi. The garments had taken her time to dress in, and she even found a delicate white silk rose to add to her hair.

She had stashed a few weapons on herself, as well as her books and pencils. She had spent the day hidden in a little alcove, spending her time sketching the events around her. She subtly was gathering information, even as she sat there like a pretty little doll. She had spoken politely to anyone that approached, but made it clear where her focus was all day.

She went through two notebooks, before she started the third. When she started the third was when the commontion began. Her attention was suddenly riveted, from her little hiding spot in an alcove off to the side of some of the street vendors. Her eyes widening as she listened to the speech, and her eyes fixated on the phoenixes. Before she knew it her hand was flying across the page intent on capturing everything she could, even as she took small notations about sizes of the soldiers and even small minute details as to how the feathers of their cloaks ranged. She was captivated, lost...

She was still lost in that writing even when a challenge was issued, and then the Hokage's daughter herself challenged the challenger. Her lips pursed for a moment, reminding her to freshen the gloss she had been wearing. She tucked her pencil behind her ear, listening to the commotions - and watching intently as she slid the small tube across her lips. Whatever was going to happen now?