Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160323031406/@comment-25955740-20160323043547

Was it never good enough? Order here, desire here and focus-rush that—He threw her to the wild after forcing her to advance her fastest and hardest towards the rank of a Chūnin.. Just to force her out of her own village and to the mountains. It was never good enough, there was always more, what would take to just hear that he was proud, to finally hear the words ‘You are good enough’? But, it’ll never be that way, she’d always forever dance within this tango; accompanied by her insecurity within a dance atop of the clear waters that would no doubt drown her—As a good girl, she never complained and always did, maybe Zeshin was right, maybe this was a bit too much for one person like her to bare, to have always been forced to a title that she may actually have no interest in.. Maybe.. She did just to make her father say he was proud of her.. Despite what it really did to her. It was foolish to think she’d return to a proud father, a father that would finally smile and say she did enough.. To finally know that all her efforts meant something, but it was not the case, he simply had more loops and the finish line was still not in sight—Tangled within her on mind, these chains held words scarred into them that spoke about her fear and insecurity, but she still always stood tall and marched with her determination.. Yet.. It was a hope?

It was normal to her, the kind secretaries who always called upon her in the place of her father, guided her way to whatever they were going, however, something was a bit different this time—Tension, there was this heavy emotion in the air, no.. Alot of different emotions and feelings. Aqualit orbs found themselves studying around her, her body becoming unsure and tense as she motioned—Even though her breathing didn’t change, she felt like it was harder to breathe.. She was starting to feel uneasy.. Why? What was this? This was different.. As she followed behind, she was exiting the building and not going towards her father’s office and suddenly, her anxiety truly started to trigger within her mind—As the leader of the group jumpward towards a nearby roof, Kinshi only mocked this movement and jumped against off that roof to another one, landing atop of the building she just left out of. And there it was. Gracing the roofing with the tips of her black boots, the aqualit eyes instantly noticed her father and a group of other people, but she was focused only on her father—Stood tall with her back straight and her shoulders lifted, her head up-straight, she walked towards her father in perfect posture and walked proudly. As she trained her to not look like some lazy common-folk or show any signs of weakness, she held herself with a composed expression.

Nervous, her heart was beating in a normal rate, but beating hard as if it wanted to pop out of her chest—The day was pretty, the sun was out and there were few clouds. The breeze was light and offered a bit of comfort within the judging stares she found herself standing before, carried within the wind were the hopes and dreams of those who stand before her, even the extensions of her father. Dressed in her everyday ninja-wear, Kinshi Senju was already told as soon as she woke up, she needed to always get dressed for a day of combat, as war could be sudden and without warning—Thus, she naturally kept her couch on her body, which held many things items that aided in combat; located on her lower back, centered on her waist line. Unlike her crimson haired father, Kinshi was a white haired cutie whom held a baby face and held the title of one of the youngest Jōnin, whom utilized only ‘water release’—She was also known as a child who disapprovingly got a lipring against her father’s request, but was later forgiven by means of understanding. She was also known as the little girl whom was sent off by a party of people, a day where she was ten years of age and was forced into the mountains to get stronger and she hoped she did just that. Upon her return, she had became more mature, not just in body, but in personality, action and combat, her intelligence being more known.

Ceasing before her march before her father whom stood dead center of the roof, Kinshi looked upon the man known as the “Hokage” and did not bother looking at him as her father, just simply as the Hokage—Offering him all the respect, not as just her father, but the village leader and a fellow ninja. Joining them, was another female and upon her appearance, she noticed her father finally turn to address them both. She had arrived within almost the same time as Kinshi, which caused the Hokage to address them both and the reason had been laid before them.. He wanted a successor of his legacy.. And she found herself feeling a bit disappointed.. The instant idea of what she found herself doing was still not good enough for him—Six years of being in a mountain and being able to finally use an advanced nature called ‘Wood release’. Before her mind could sink into any type of forum of depression, she caught a look from her father, which wasn’t a look of a Hokage, but a look a father would give to their ‘son’, a look that meant he felt some way.. He felt proud, which was public affection.. It meant alot to her. Attempting to hold her composed face, her pale lips almost held a smile and a bit of relief, but this wasn’t the time, there was no doubt a bit of business to attend to—It had been quite awhile, but, she was happy to see her father more than concerned and she refused to allow her anxiety to belittle her. She was here before a group of people, this group that no doubt was here as elders and she found herself with something to prove.

As her father explained the reason there were here, he gave no reason beforehand and only wanted this to be a surprise—It was quite an eye-opener for her. He was going to make them fight their hardest.. Was this about winning? Kinshi found herself witnessing her father and the members of his party stepping upon a colorful butterfly and motion in flight to the air as a cube-barrier formed around her and the other female.

Turning herself to face the female, the snowy-white haired girl found herself thinking, her determination fueling her desire for a good outcome... '''‘I feel like.. The end is nigh.. This.. My final test... My final trial..’''' She thought. She refused to think of the person before her, the female before her as an enemy, but a lady that was going to test her limits and hopefully, be a true honor to fight—Regardless of their age difference that appeared. Tilting her head down, her body leaning forward in a respectful bow, she took this moment to be humble and respectful to her opponent as this was just the way she taught to be to anyone within her village—Only a second of a bow, or until the female returned a bow towards her, Kinshi would stand up straight, returning back towards her normal stance. She’d allow the other female to get ready of course—Kinshi being the respectful person was, allowed herself to take a few steps back giving the other female before a ten foot distance between herself and Kinshi. As another respectful at, she’d allow the female to sound out if she was ready—Though, to ready herself up. As Kinshi stood a step backwards, her right arm motioned behind her, as her fingers slipped into her bag to grab a single Kunai.