Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160405215937/@comment-27375402-20160406030402

The voice of the selfish old head of the clan seemingly irritated Eito as his head turned to glare down the other male, the masked individual that caught the glare in his peripherals reached behind them reached to grasp the hilt of their blade, unsheathing it as the blade fell beside them. The blade twirling about in the individual’s hands before they stopped upon hearing a more sensible response from the more so younger male, the glare diminishing whilst his expressionless face returned, he whistles once. Upon hearing the soft whistle, the shinobi sheathes their blade and places both their arms behind their back.

Helping the female up, his eyes fell upon the peculiar assortment of clothing she decided to wear to battle, though it wasn’t the most strange sight, it was something particularly different, though the male took this as a positive sign that the female was quite devoted to research over combat which he needed more so than anything else. Turning his back to her, he begins pacing towards the exit into the streets of Konohagakure with the masked pair escorting him, hoping the female followed closely. Upon hearing the question she had to offer him, he turns his head to one side to meet her gaze before looking forward again.

“The strongest are not the ones who start at the top for they know not what it means to struggle. The strongest often begin from the bottom, fight and struggle to live and then prosper beautifully once they’ve risen. For they not only know what it means to struggle, but they understand the worth of strife and conflict.” The male said before reaching a hand out, one of the masked shinobi then reaching into their Anbu jacket and retrieving multiple sheets of paper before handing it to the male.

“Here, I hold the details of a request in researching bloodlines, or at least the copy sent to me. I assumed this was you since amongst my brief visit to the compound; you were the only one dressed appropriately. You will not be able to accomplish this unless you join me. And as compensation for your efforts, I will place you under my personal tutelage and train you alongside the members of Root to be better than you ever were.” The male smiles before offering her the multiple sheets of paper, the first sheet detailed the request sent to the Elders whilst what lay beneath was what Root had to offer her and vague glimpses of each clan.

“Together, we’ll protect the village.”

