Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-26021384-20171013040542

 Inari's perspective 

While Inari was busy with Water, she had a saddened look on her face, about as much as she could show with half of her face covered. "Oh he does? I do not know what could make him so baleful toward my prsona." She bowed her head to Water, "I do apologize for causing your brother strife. Perhaps you can inquire as to what the problem is if it is not too much trouble."

When she excused herself, she went about the camp, blessing as many people as she could before she heard the call for the talent show admittance. Well, that was her cue to get to it. She scurried her way back to the shrine to deposit the ornate robes and vestments, revealing an outfit underneath similar to the one that Liara currently wore.

Her new outfit was a red skirt around her legs that went down to her knees and a cutaway at the left leg that went up a quarter of her thigh. A black strap around that portion of the leg and proper leggings down to black shoes fit for a performer. On her top was something with with red trims, black symbols of her clan on the lapels and the back. the outer parts of her upper arms exposed thanks to purposeful holes in the sleeves for air to flow through easily.

Her outfit visualized, plus mask from earlier

When she was all ready, she hurried off with her ninja speed back to the area where she could line up for her talent show. She was going to be singing and dazzling the audience with that voice she used for prayer song. But she wanted them to know she wasn't all about prayers with this song. SHe only had to wait for her turn. She was so excited.

 Shien's perspective 

Shien had returned from his last minute expedition, finishing up a few notes jostled down onto his fresh map, it was here that he found his time for the festival, but first he stopped off at a small tent, one that was made special for someone special to him. His father had been confined here for so long and in a depressed state. It seemed only Shien would come to visit his father regularly but it was enough for the former Kazekage to keep going.

A few words exchanged, and that was all Shien needed before he nodded dutifully and made his way out of the tent and went seeking the one person he could talk to, his god father Keldran Fuma.

It took a short amount of time, but Shien leapt down in a blur of color and bowed in front of Keldran, his head down to the ground, one fist pressed into the dirt, kneeling like a dutiful ANBU member almost. "Lord Keldran, my father sends his regards and requests an audience for a game of shogi." He felt a little silly saying that, but Shinra couldn't exactly move on his own, he only hoped Keldran would visit an old friend.

 Shinra's perspective 

Shinra lay in his tent, a medical machine hooked up to keep his breathing steady as he was prone to panic attacks and the like still after all of these years. He lost so much, that monument, his family, his village, his people. He gained so much more though: nightmares, night terrors, waking nightmares, daydreams twisted into horrific visages. No eyes, no arms, no legs. He still had his chakra and had since been practicing with his sand around in that tent. He was doing his best.

But there was only so much he could do without some medical help. He was doing better in all honesty, but he needed some sort of a confidence booster to get him up and raring to go again. He could make fake limbs out of that sand, but he couldn't replicate eyes. He was still as blind as a bat literally without some way to restore his sight by genetic or mechanical means. But that shogi board was one of the only things he still had solace in. One half of the pieces regular made out of bamboo, the other half made out of his iron sand, each one with a unique amount of chakra that he could tell what was what. It was one of the only things that still kept him sane without any sort of movement or eyesight.