Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26510601-20170507195903/@comment-28929139-20170508011001

Never had Tak in all of her short thirteen years of living heard the word war. She had lost count after the fifty mark, but hearing the three lettered word always humbled her without fanfare. The villages were going to war, this village was going to ward, this village's shinobi were going to war....she was going to war. That was a hard pill to swallow and it had to happen right at the dramatic pinnacle of her teen angst. She had no family, no more money, barely any friends and practically no prospects aside from wanting to become a sword forger. Should she go on? Well in Tak's opinion it was a letter of recommendation.



To say that Tak had been hard at work in preparation for this was the understatement of the year. When she wasn't literally bleeding or sweating from training, she was pulling in double shifts at the forge, putting together weapons by the stockpile. And during her time in making those weapons, she had modified her own as an added assurance to her offenses. Her iron wire had been replated in pure silver at double its thickness and a couple inches appended to its overall length, every single one of her needles were replated, lengthened and reheated so that the shafts were plated in silver and capped with iron, but for her three largest needles Tak modified them with steel to be larger as usable weapons. Even her clothing had been modified for this war, and Tak bought a few extras to pull everything together. To pay for all the silver, steel and iron Tak had emptied all the money and sold all the valuables accumulated in her dowry, and did so before her ultimate severance from the Sagara clan. Tak was content with knowing that she would likely never be someone's bride.



The night before the big day, Tak had been with the other blacksmiths, hammering rivets and steaming red steel like it was nobody's business. Her weapons, tools and gown had taken all day and most of the night to cool, and Tak kept busy by helping to fan all the bellows and keeping the fires at the highest degrees needed, and using her electric abilities to speed up the slip process near the end. It was well after midnight that Tak finally laid down to sleep and was up before the cock's crow the next morning. Tak spent the small bit of time to properly dress and arm herself. Her bra and fundoshi even contained pins as a backup but once she refitted all her needles beneath her gown and onto her mawashi, she was good to go.



Among the masses that morning, Tak stood staring straight ahead with a typical stony expression about her face. She was dressed in a crisp white cotton battle gown with a slit down her left leg for quick access to her needles. Stippled all over her gown were silver rivetholes, a red braided cord around her torso hung a triad of large copper bells and a spool of wire at each hip, and strapped to her right arm was her headband that also housed her smaller yin needles. Her left arm was wrapped in wire but covered with her sleeve with a row of frog ties down her inner arm, her jika tabi were striped with silver foil, and sitting atop her lower back was her largest needle, which had been roughly the size of a wakizashi. Truthfully, Tak looked more like a well-dressed dame than a shinobi but could only hope she could function with what she had and her duplicit image. Tak was silent through all of the dialogue but do not think for one moment that Keldran's words, his impressive dragons, the cries of her fellow shinobi or even the encouragement from her two superior officers did not inspire her. She was ready to stare death in the face as well as slap it, choke it, turn it around and bend it over, but for now, she joined the others.



Tak was surprised to have been assigned such a high position, but she dared not let it go to her head as she stood in silence with her batallion. When Takahiro offered to shake her hand, she took it and shook firmly while bowing her head. '''"Thank you. Congratulations on your achievements." '''When Myoo came forward, she also bowed and shook his hand. When the two yelled out their encouragement to kick ass, Tak simply looked out to the others when they seemed to stare at her. '''"Pillage. And kill." '''Her statement was far more understated but the message had been the same. With that, she began their spearheaded march abreast Takahiro and Myoo. May the great Siddhartha be with them.