Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27993107-20160416085311/@comment-27375402-20160416093416

The child broke into a dash, scampering about throughout the vast scenery of naught but green, swiftly shifting from branch to branch with little presence left aside from the streak of golden blur that shifted between the trees, illuminating the area above the green meadow of grass and flowers beneath. Until the streak came to an end, a silent landing atop a branch that barely shifted at all whilst above said branch the leaves shook violently, a perched figure atop a branch with ears perked out, resembling the small ears of a Tiger cub. Until the exterior of the figure shrouded in darkness dispersed, leaving only a rather slender figure of a young child, though suddenly the soft whistles of wind breaking beneath ones foot could be heard, quickly drawing the child’s attention as their head snapped in the direction of the sound.

Sifting through the trees, the shrouded child followed the continuous sounds as another child ran beneath them, rapid footsteps caused enough of a loud crackle of grass for the child to trace the other child’s movements, following what appeared to be a circuit of some kind, one which the child running underneath was quite knowledgeable of. Given that both children raced beneath the trees across the grassy plain, the one who took to the trees would be at a disadvantage, whereas the child beneath found comfort amongst the floor, the child above sought solace atop a branch or treetop, finding the heights more so appealing, evident by the flurry of fluid transition between motions absent the stumbling whilst fluently dashing from branch to branch.

As they approached a clearance with a stream running across, the brown strands of a female child flew by as the sun shone down over the gleaming sight, the figure amongst the trees still however, shrouded in shadow. Though their head shot up in recognition of the long, flowing brown hair belonging to the other, retrieving a kunai from behind them, it appeared the foreshadowed figure intended a surprise attack, which all intentions had been pre-emptively disregarded at the sight of shut eyes. The figure’s hand shook in dismay and understanding, seeing her eyes begin to swell with tears before she could shut them, the hidden tears enough to fuel the shrouded being’s reluctance as the kunai returned behind the child.

Descending softly onto the grass, the sandals of a shinobi, which lead up to the accompanied flak pants common amongst most shinobi, traversing upwards, the sight of a white plain shirt and a long black hooded jacket with a circular pattern riddling from the collar of said jacket along the sides of the hood. Gazing up, the eyes opened to reveal the golden hues of the child whilst the flourishing blonde hair fell softly atop the boy’s scalp, resting comfortably atop his head, though rather than a smile, he looked on in uncomfortable empathy intertwined with sympathy whilst both feet planted softly into the grass, emitting but a soft sound of the creasing grass beneath.

“We don’t talk much Yuki. But I’d hate to think that you’re hiding something that’s bothering you. So I thought I’d come in all ninja like and attack you to see how much stronger you’ve gotten. Then you had to go and look all sad. Real bummer, you know?” the boy said before chuckling at his quintessential failed attempts to confront the female.

“Sorry about that. With everyone hiding sad things, I don’t really deal with too many people who are sad on the outside. Anyway, tell me something about yourself.”

