Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160519152204/@comment-24479578-20160520010556

Silver hues gleamed brightly from under the shade of her hood as the sun beat down upon the young Shinigami woman. This was not her first trip through the sands and she had remembered the time that her family had made this trip on their own. Though it was much longer than this one was. That was ten years ago when her brother was still a toddler and her sister was not even thought of yet. Dressed in the loose clothing that had belonged to her mother on that long journey, she wore white that reflected the light from her rather than absorb it like the black or dark hues that those of the leaf normally would wear. Her white and black hair was hidden under the hood she made from her thin scarf. Under the layers of thin white was her black leggings that were a cross of fishnet and solid cloth and a white tank top that had black fishnet under it.

It had been a long time since she had played in the sand and rather enjoyed walking along the dunes. The sand swirls that brushed the loose grains caused her to giggle with a cheshire cat grin while it all just was barren to the eye. Yet those that didn’t know the sands or know their story wouldn’t have been able to know the story that she was being told with each step. Though not having heard everything about what had transpired a year ago, the young woman could tell anyone that asked. With each step the dead talked to her and she was being told of their story though the ways the bodies were buried by the sand. How they landed and how they were grouped. The Great battle would be one that she would see through the sensing of the dead below their steps. Her grin would remain constant as she chomped on dried meal worms, rather enjoying the story that she was being told.

She simply moved along in a self induced cheerful state. It’s true that they had been walking for a while, but it wasn’t her fault that they didn’t remember to bring any gum to chew to make sure that they would contain the saliva in their mouths. It would have helped to save the water that was in their containers. Then again, she was also the only one that would eat the more juicy bugs that she brought. Not only were they a small source of water but a giant boost in protein. However, she still had more than enough bugs to feed everyone if they could get over the ‘grosse’ factor. What they also didn’t realize was that a main component into her ration pills was ground up bugs because of the nutritional factor. But that would be a story that she would love to tell them on a later date just to see the reaction on their faces. That would just make her day.

So aside from having to stare at Senior Grumpy pants in front of her the whole way, she started to think about ways to give him a haircut with the dual headed scythe that was strapped onto her back with a quick release that was triggered with her unique chakra signature. She was pretty sure that she could give him a much closer shave on the back of his neck. Perhaps he should change his barber. They missed a lot in the back from what she could see. Then behind that was her coffin backpack that held all her medical supplies and the rest of her weapons that consisted of 5 kunai, 15 senbon and 4 smoke bombs. But she was first and foremost a med nin. Her med pack was packed with fresh items and tools to make sure that she could do her job regardless of what was to come and do it to the best of her ability.

The woman looked about as if she wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around her while their squad leader spoke and lit up a cigarette. However, there wasn’t a word or movement that was missed by the young necromancer. How interesting it was that the guard didn’t move to the scream. It was a bit intriguing to the woman. Had the care for life in this village gotten to the point that they didn’t care who lived and died? Indeed the tales that the streets would tell her. She’d follow the rest of her team and keep her eyes open as well as her ears though really just looking like she was enjoying what they did with the place. It was a dump before when her family had been shunned away from the place and now she could see that they had truly raised the standards on what a ‘slum’ should look like. It showed promise. Reaching back into the side of her backpack, she’d take out a kunai and grip it against her forearm as they went towards the scream. However, the thought that went through her mind as they went to investigate was *If their own people are not concerned with it, why is it up to us?* She knew that the whole mission had to do with them and some fallen shinobi of the leaf, but their own guard didn’t even take interest in it. Why was it their job? Her mother had told her that poking her nose in other people’s business was a good way to get in trouble. However, the trouble could very well mean death in this case.