Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309211815/@comment-27973212-20160326045043

The small Genin’s eyes shifted downwards, her eyes watching her feet out of boredom. The girl grew rather bored of walking, alas duty called and the female looked up, her eyes shifting to a symbol. ‘Odd.’ She thought over, her head turning to Kei for a moment then to Takuza. Both of them seem to notice it as well, but she also went to follow the carriage, her mind slipping under the genjutsu.

Once Takuza approached her and broke the genjutsu, her eyes shifted. It was a rather weird, how fast the Genjutsu took hold. In a way Yasu began to get a feeling things were going to get nasty, and she knew it would be soon. ‘On your toes.’ She reminded herself, her brows furrowing as she looked at her Sensei. “Thank you.” The words were brief, but enough to show her gratitude. From this moment on the girl was going to remain alert, waiting for anything to happen so she could react properly.

With this behavior expelling, she’d forget of the ill feelings towards Kei. Right now none of that mattered. Though Yasu seemed rather snobbish and rude, the child had the head of an adult Shinobi when she focused. It was rather remarkable how a broken home could instill behavior like this. How a father abandoning his child would cause her grow and not resent him. The child loved him more than anything in the world, more than her alcoholic and abusive mother. A woman who challenged Yasu at every step. It was awful, but when she left that home she became so much more. With time she would be someone valuable to Konohagakure. The only way to achieve something as this was hard work and dedication, and Yasu was more than willing to provide it.



‘What will happen, will another of us die?’ her lips tightened as her heart began to race. Though the child looked calm, her hands balled into fists. Her breathing hitched slightly as a vivid image of Akira flashed in her mind. Yasu frowned slightly as she pulled her hood up, hiding her face from the others. The child felt like expression would make her look weak. That if the others knew what she thought, how she was feeling anxiety as the strolled on that they would somehow treat her like dead weight? Which she wasn’t, no way…no how.

‘Is this how it feels to be a Shinobi?’ she ponded, her eyes shifting to the tree line, a concerned expression on her face. ‘Surely it gets worse…but this is what I have to do….Otousan, I will find you.’