Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20171017213941/@comment-26021384-20171023192545

Inari had been locked in thought for a while. She had that thousand yard stare while directed at the ground. There were still so many questions plaguing her mind at this moment. Why did water sacrifice himself? Why did they work so bad togehter? Why didn't her wishes and prayers for good luck carry over outside of the camp? Were those goat men with a stronger form of faith? Was her faith wavering? It was enough to make the girl question herself so much that she felt like she was a slowly falling snowflake down to a pool of magma. She felt like she was burning up, frustration to the maximum degree so much that her fingers were balling up into the palms of her hand, the fabric of her gloves keepin her nails from digging into the skin.

Liara then started grilling into everyone, pointing out their strengths and weaknesses, the stinging words ringing out and reaching her ears. Interesting? That was another word for weird? She was weird? Why would anyone think tha-no, no no no, she couldn't start going down that train of thought like several years ago, she had determined to make a change in her character and her personality, she had to be chipper, she had to be the one that was always there to greet everyone. No going back to the dark place of her mind, that was sealed off and locked away. Inari was still shaking and tearing up on just a little level when Nobu started to speak.

It seemed everyone was on the same page, and no one was ready to get moving. It was just a discussion while the other group, the Pyre, was moving on ahead without them. They weren't going to be getting help from them one way or another, whether sympathy or great distance between them, they made it clear of their intentions. But still, even though all of the nasty words had been used among each other, death threats thrown out their way, even some of the people from their own group threatening them with violence, Inari couldn't help but forgive them and mentally pray for forgiveness. Her faith was shaken, but it would not break. She would not let her bridge crumble. She would build that bridge up and change it from wood and rope to stone and mortar.

When Nobu finished his little speech, Inari looked up, grabbed the umbrella off of her back and held it out in front of her like a bat, She was giving him a grim look of determination, not one of animosity, but one that showed her dedication. She wasn't shaking as much, but the puffiness in her eyes could clearly be seen. It looked like she was done crying, or had cried so much that no more tears would come. The time for crying wasn't now, and it was time to realize that. They were in wild country and they did have no idea what was out there. They needed to move forward and mourn later. "I'm ready. And I can fight with genjutsu as well. I can also transmit my sensory technique to everyone in the group with a small touch so you can save your energy.  I'm going to do whatever I can to help us through this and get to the safe zone.  I'm ready Nobu, so let's get moving and I will take the middle."

The usually meek girl was showing some courage for once, even if it seemed to be bravado and a facade to mask how scared she was, but at least she had the determination to try and show how brave she was. To be honest, she wouldn't mind going back to the camp and training there. but if it meant getting stronger going through with this one hundred mile trek, she would do her best to make a change for herself. And her holding out her weapon toward Nobu was like some sort of sign for warriors to cross swords like they were swearing an oath to one another. Ever the optimist, she was still using ritualistic and symbolic gestures even in these hard times. She just had to believe hard enough and they could make it through this.