Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-24479578-20160516032409

Kenta followed Ikeru and watched as the stones came from the ground. Seeing the names light up, he felt the heaviness that came from it. His hues looked to the many that had come from his own clan that had answered the call for the Leaf and knew that there would be more. For so long as the Hyuga were within the village, they would fall for the sake of the village and those that were part of it. For his nieces and nephews. His cousins and theirs. But it was when Ikeru had mentioned Hitomi’s name and what she had faced, did a soft tear fall over his bottom lashes and fall down his cheek. “My gentle flower..” He whispered softly as he stood and continued to listen to what was said by the man that had sent out their children to fight against odds that they could have never imagined.

With a heavy heart and a deep sigh, he turned from the group and began to walk through the crowed. He had his answers and though it was not something that he ever had wished for his daughter to have to face, it was what had happened and what he had to accept. It was perhaps the hardest thing that he had to do. Turning once more, he looked to the name that was etched upon the stone and gave a nod. “You died with honor, my child. I am proud of you.” He said in a soft whisper as he would begin to head back to his grieving wife to let her know of what had taken place. He had no more children to lose for the village. Miyako was too old now to bare children and it would be others from the clan that would have to answer the call should it be made now. He held no more questions at this point. He wanted to know nothing more. The only thing that would come from listening further would be him getting more upset with the situation and he didn’t wish that when his wife was grieving at home.