Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25072069-20161026034450/@comment-25072069-20161026044605

It was not like every night in the Sarutobi Compound, it was late evening— yet you could still hear the sounds of Sachi Sarutobi training. In contrast, most nights were calm and quiet. Meant for reflecting upon the lives of the clan and what they were representing as a unified force. There was a time Seika would be doing the exact same as her younger sister, but the question was if Seika was even that same girl. Already she was 23, barely understanding which path to follow if there was even one for her, which seemed so opposite of what she planned 3 years ago.

At age twenty Seika was sure of who she was and what she was destined to do. Even the village knew her as the girl on fire, nothing could have possibly diminished her will to protect Konohagakure. There was a lot of things she promised herself she would not do; falling in love was one of them— That ended in a bust the moment she felt the warmth of a young heroes’ arms. Seika believed she would be the protector of all, but failed to save her beloved students and youngest sister Sinshi, Most of the time people thought she was too hard on herself, but she could not bring herself to accept what had happened. Her family also accepted she was a perfectionist with a heart so big, but too closed off to truly waver. Even that part of her was put to the test when she opened up to Keldran, not that it really conflicted her interests..

Now she was laying in her fine silk sheets, trying to come up with a purpose. Although she was scar’d on parts of her body and bruised heavily from her last mission, her face still held so much everlasting beauty. A face that you couldn't possibly read now because looking into her eyes would send you into a downward spiral of pain and confusion. Keldran creeped into her thoughts, Did she really mean what she said to him in his comatose state? That she was not right for him, but who was she to choose? If she was seeking closure for her aching heart, she had successfully failed. All she was doing was trying to find a reason not to face possible rejection and more heart ache that she had suffered loosing him. Seika was already borderline crazy, trying to find hope in her withered soul. How could she have gone from a beckon of hope to almost hopeless. But there it was, laying lifelessly on a canapy being carried by sand soldiers. To others he was dirty and broken, but to her he was a king. Lying limp to those who would lay eyes on him but to her he was lying effortlessly still so handsome. Even with dirt covered all over him and his bones almost protruding out of his skin, his lips were still pump to her and his hair still held so much vibrancy. He was her hero, but many shared that perspective when his name would be called. Was she going to give up? Or was she going to run to him and take she's desired and dreamed of… What she had craved and had nightmares wishing for his return. There was one way to find out; Beginning with her feet flying over the edge of her Kind sized bed. Up and Adam she was not even wearing a night gown. She had been to distraught to even change.

Wearing black shorts with full length fish nets underneath and a white crop top bando. Covering her lengthily scars on her forearms, she wore long black gloves, as well as a black scarf to withhold her severe scaring on her upper chest ranging from her collar bone to the begging of her breasts. Her hair had grown back fairly long, not down to the floor like before but just long enough to reach below her shoulders about 3 inches. Her eyes did not glimmer as much as before, but they were still green with gold flecks surrounding her pupil.

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Throwing herself up she grabbed her smaller pouch from her nightside table and connected it to her right thigh, also attaching two more bigger ones to her lower back. All together she carried; 10 Kunai, 10 Shurikens, 12 senbons, 3 smoke bombs, 2 paper bombs and of course the black steel chakra blades Keldran had hand crafted for her. It was one of the only things she had to cherish from what once was. A symbol for her to hold on to… One she would not give up on!