Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25072069-20160519005913/@comment-25072069-20160519010124

Post One: 

It had been a year since her mission at Sunagakure. It took about 6 months of rehabilitation and meeting with a psychologist to get back to normal; Meaning being able to get back to shinobi life and actually come to talk again. Seika got back into smoking, much worse then the last time; she was smoking a full pack in a day, the longest she ever had a pack was probably one day and a half. It was the only thing that stopped her night terrors and PTSD, calming her a lot more. She was not a happy girl, in fact she was sad a lot of the time and cold hearted; pushing herself from talking to other people, to afraid of getting attached because of the fact she believed they would all be taken from her one way or another. Having to deal with her father pushing suitors into her life, wanted her to have children in order to continue the main Sarutobi line. Seika could not say no… But whenever she tried to go on dates she found herself drowning in thought of another boy, which would ultimately make her leave the date before they could get to know her.



So she mainly focused on things she used to do, like training everyday. Learning many new techniques like today she would be learning to summon an animal, she had no idea what she would get or where it would take her. But she was curious to find out. It was a navy blue outfit, consisting of a half top that exposed a bit of her cleavage and covered her neck. Underneath she wore fishnets to keep everything in place, to match she had shorts that had open cuts on the sides with a black belt. Not showing her legs, she covered them entirely with bandages right below her shorts. Seika also wore black gloves that mostly covered her arms to go with her black ninja shoes. As for her weapons, Seika was always ready to go; In her first pouch that was attached to her left thigh held 10 kunai, her chakra blades, smokes and lighter, as well as a scroll. Then in her 1st of 2 pouches attached to her lower back held 10 shurikans, while the last pouch held her 3 smoke bombs and 2 paper bombs.



It was now month 8 and Seika has been slowly working her way into the shinobi life style. However Its like she was a ghost, it became a usually thing to hide away and be alone most of the time. Taking a lot of days where she would just sit and think about life and what she could possibly have planned the rest of her. Although she had become pessimistic, she began writing alot… Getting ideas on paper and truly trying to put wisdom and experience together. A new goal of hers was to understand the meaning of being a Shinobi, The purpose of the will of fire. She still had that fire in her some where but the question was how she would come to find it again? It was once a Fire so strong it could over look those around her, but it had turned into nothing but a tiny flame on a candle.



“Alright lets do this” Breathing in the fumes of the smoke she just finished, her nerves had gone away and she closed her eyes. Her flow of chakra was back to normal once again and it was like it was never damaged, easily flowing into her hands she opened her eyes. “Do not fail me” She whispered as she preformed these hand signs in order (Boar → Dog → Bird → Monkey → Ram). “SUMMONING JUTSU” She yelled as she slammed her palm on the round waiting for something to happen but nothing did. Confused she looked at the scroll she retrieve on how to do the Summoning Technique. ‘Of course, I forgot the blood’ Sighing as she thought to herself as she got into position again.