Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170814060148/@comment-25955740-20170815214125

Minding not, if her attire was to get wet, it’d hardly damage it, ironically enough, her attire fashioned for aquatic and marine situations, as she had quite the experience with suiton—Ruining the fine wood of her home, making mud tracks and lastly, catching colds from being damp all the time. A little water couldn’t begin to ruin it, his concern over it wasn’t misplaced, if she happened to ruin her clothes, she’d never hear the end of it when she got back home. Finding her place within the middle of the lake, for a moment, she trapped herself in a stare with her own reflection, how it bothered her, was an expressed thought—Her eyes, her pointed ears and her teeth, they were disgusting, she saw her mother in her and she disliked that the most. The difference between the two, herself and her mother, Kirai wore black, her appearance hinted that she never once saw the sun and she had a devil’s smile; her hues were black with violet pupils, everything else was a mirror. I don’t want to be her.  He spoke about something she could relate to, but, she hasn’t seen that.. ‘Least, not yet. Her mother was a monster, a demon, she had swore the devil was her lord, but, if such was a case, Munashi, herself was a demon too, as their blood was one and the same.

Focused on Godric, whom kindly answered each question she asked him, she broke her concentration not from her feet nor her reflection—Extreme training for both his mind and body..? Such as the training she saw either? Atop of those words floating within her head, those words she reflected on, she started to wonder what he saw within the waters, what didn’t he understand? This phenomenon..? Though, when he spoke about it, he seemed bothered and for a second, her hues shifted from her reflection to his, following the ripples in the water he made and as soon as her eyes connected, she heard him ask her a question, two questions actually. It was quite surprising, he held himself composed with a sense of courteous gestures, though, the moment she looked to his reflection and heard his questions, he seemed insecure, self-doubting, and for a moment, that moment, she noticed something—He wore a mask like her, he made a mirage that even fooled her.. But, was that really true? Or was this an act? She didn’t believe such an honest expression could’ve been an act, it seemed to real.   Curling, the corners of her mouth lifted to form a soft smile, her knees bent as chakra channel between her foot and knee—Kneeling, she lowered herself to the point she sat atop of the water, her legs under her. Her movement was slow as she wasn’t quite good at chakra control, but she had enough chakra to waste to keep her afloat, she placed both her hands within her lap as she sat atop of the surface of the water. Within her selected actions, she had contemplated on his questions, she wanted to give him an honest answer, though, what made it hard was his opinion of her.. Could she.. Really be a gentle and soft hearted person? She’d admit, she couldn’t hide the fact. From a young age, she was placed in situations that were last and death, nothing she could do about it aside from kill and live another day, her family made the horrible game she was forced to play and with the blood on her hands, it didn’t feel good from that age—Shattered from the start, she didn’t have compassion nor love given to her, ‘least, not the love he knew. Their idea was physical and mental abuse, the abuse of others and death, belittling thoughts and ‘curses’, though, something inside of Munashi always held disdain for their ways and with their deaths, she held a sense of glee, which.. Was quite horrible and all the more damning, if she was to admit as well, she just wanted to be love by her mother and father and, those acts in the past were her attempts that she didn’t know better until she moved to the Leaf.   Collecting her thoughts, with no doubt, there was a good two or five seconds of silence, she pulled her opinion together of him, the day and everything she’s done so far—She wasn’t good at comforting someone, but, hopefully, her honesty would be able to do it for him. “ There is a point.. To where.. Not even I can pretend anymore. ” She started it off that way, he exposed a vulnerable side of himself and revealed to her, maybe, she should do the same, even though, it was really hard for her, but it was just them and he had been so kind to this point, she’d even say, he touched her heart abit.. Breaking through the icy cold shell she made to live this accursed life and along with reflect the daily insults she had to dive through. Closing her eyes for a moment, her hands slowly coiled around the fabric, gripping with a steady tightening grip. “ When I was younger, I use to sing a song. I would always repeat the words.. /I want to die, I want to die, but I can’t die. Because. I truly, don’t want to die./ I just wanted the pain to stop, though. I was quite heartless, I pretended to be this monster, this demon to get love from my mother and father, but it merely caused my future to be more pained. ” Her voice became fragile, like cracking glass and almost a bit faint; he asked simple questions, but he was getting a confession. “ In the depth of my shattered heart, I secretly sung /I want to talk, want to breathe, want to be a living thing/. Out of the influence of my family, as most of them are deceased now. I was moved to this village, since.. The Tamashī house was allied with the Leaf, the <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tamashī were allied with the Tamotsu, which.. Is my last name.. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” Possibly, she was speaking on too much, but from her expression, her smile that hadn’t faded yet, it felt good to talk about these things, even if.. She was a bit scared to be hated by it. As equal to the pleasure, it pained her such as equally, as her smile had slowly gotten bigger with each word, it had bothered her that much. “ <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Once I moved here. I was enrolled to the academy, and things were a bit okay, despite the little bullying I got for my appearance.. But things got little by little worse. I had no idea how to talk to anyone, how to speak to anyone and there was this one person who didn’t quite like me.. Nor the Tamashī.. So.. They wanted my misery to keep them company.. Today is the result of that, rumors and prejudgements made to taunt me; years of them. I dropped out of my training because of it, I didn’t want to become a ninja due to the fact.. I didn’t want to be betrayed.. I didn’t want to trust people that would leave me behind to die in a moment’s notice. I started to become bitter, but.. After that.. I became so.. Apathetic to words, because that started to hurt so much.. All I could do.. Was just pretend with the feelings I didn’t quite have.. To pretend to others... <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She spoke in a pause. She shook her head for a moment, her fingers that dug into her shirt slowly released, she almost had her nails tear through it. “ <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">So. It felt nice. Your invitation. Even if I couldn’t understand it. I felt really nice. Because.. For just once.. I wanted to feel like something than a monster. I’ll admit. I was quite skeptical.. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She added, but it seemed she had move to say. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Extending her right arm, the arm that said it wanted no more abuse in scream, her hand went to poke him on the cheek, it was a compassionate gesture and one.. She’d almost never do. “ <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Honest. When I first saw you. I thought you were going to snap my neck, but.. You spoke in a kindness that I never knew would ever be modest enough to address me.. You even saw my sense of fear and sent away your guards.. Which was a kindness I already wanted to repay.. I guess. The mistreatment, even to an icy <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">callous heart, I still will feel the same. I still want to talk, be a friend and be a living thing to this world, not some taint to it’s surface.” <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Turning her head away from Godric, her smile started to fade a bit, as she wanted to be more honest than that, than this. “ <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">It wasn’t that I felt like I was in debt. I just.. I just for once. Wanted to talk to someone, I wanted to be brave enough not to be scared, and finally make a friend, but I don’t like leading them in this.. This hole of insults and disdain others have for me. I should really be thanking you, because. For once. I am get to just be that, for a moment. I don’t feel like I’m going to be made fun or abused, despite the few aches. So. Please. Don’t think you are bothering me, you really aren’t. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Among her speech, her confessions and then his answer, her left hand had motioned into her bag located on her lower back—Shaking around to grab something. “ <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’ve been isolated up until this point, it’s quite refreshing to talk to you. I’ve had a lot of fun. So. Please smile. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She stated, even asked; a beg, almost. Trailing her index, she felt a silk surface, she grabbed it and pulled it out, it was wrapped sphere the two sizes bigger than her hand, it was a cloth tied at the top, she placed it within her lap and slowly began to untie it—A container of beef Shigureni and steamed riceballs known as a type of onigiri; no filling. The Shigureni was a sweet and salty favored food, seasoned in a japanese rice wine known as sake, a japanese sweet rice wine known as mirin, sugar, soy sauce and a bit of honey to replace the ginger. This was something she cooked, it was easy for her and she loved sweet and salty foods, over sweet and sour. She grabbed a set of chopsticks, opened the container of Shigureni, using the lid that acted as a bowl too, splitting the beef equally, she grabbed two of the four onigiri, placing them atop of the Shigureni—She gestured this to him, along with her chopsticks.



<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Here. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She said tenderly. She didn’t want to tell him it was her lunch and dinner, considering she was use to being outside most of the day, due to her job, but, she didn’t mind sharing. Besides, he’ll make him feel better, or cheer him up, she hoped. She heard, somewhere, that sometimes sharing things.. Can help someone’s mood.