Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-28131316-20160423184412/@comment-28131316-20160503181847

The woman knew that her internalization of her emotions was not exactly the healthiest of things. She was no fool, she read, constantly, and she almost always was pushing herself to learn about something new. Especially now with her research on bloodlines and clans. Because of the files she had been giving so long ago, she knew the genins in the village, and she had been learning all she could about each of the shinobi. But all of this knowledge, all of this learning, would do nothing towards her building up into the world she was trying to prove herself too.

The words that Eito had spoken to her so long ago, were almost like a burden on her shoulders. As much as he meant them to encourage, they were a constant reminder that she had to try harder - push harder. She still had yet to make a single friend, in all of her years of existence, and everything she read said that friends made things bearable. The people in her clan treated her more kindly now, but the reality of it was that she was now just seen as an asset to the clan in more than just a marriage way. She was still seen as lesser than many of the children, because she could not yet manipulate chakra.

The woman stepped back, her eyes closing as she drew on her inner well of strength. The inner strength she had built over the years of being alone, the years of neglect from those that were supposed to love her the most. She let a slow smile crawl across her lips as she stepped back with all of her weapons in hand. She quietly walked back a farther distance and once again returned to throwing her weapons one by one. Soon, soon she'd start trying adding movement with her throwing, but that wouldn't come till she felt her accuracy from standing was increasing. It wasn't easy, but she would get there.

A slow calm breath left the woman, as she let that small smile stay on her face. That smile though, didn't reach her eyes. Instead there was that deep ache, that burning fire, buried in the depths of her caramel brown eyes. Her hand came up to push her glasses back as she took a few steps to the side and decided to try throwing from another angle. She needed to increase it just a bit more, just a bit more. Learning, focusing, training. It was what she did, gaining knowledge and capabilities was something she had a voracious hunger.