Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161225021323/@comment-30269418-20161225063237

Chisa was stuck inside. She held the crumpled letter to Takahiro in her hands, the one that'd been refused. She'd argued with her grandmother all night.

No leeway.

She'd tried. She'd thought of a hundred ways to apologize to Takahiro.

Still, her Grandmother had prepared the next letter for a man named Keldran Fuma. She was thinking about fighting it, but then her Grandmother had brought up the fact that it would dissapoint both her mother and her father. If she didn't get married to someone, or if the marriage proposal was refused outright, then she'd be in a bit of trouble. Not only did she want to continue her shinobi dealings, she also wanted to stop her grandmother from pushing all of this on her brother, as well. Since, if she wouldn't take the L, then it was all up to her brother to.

She'd stand up from her chair and walk to her balcony on the third floor. She'd already be dressed in her shinobi clothes, more than prepared. She'd hop from the balcony to the tree next to it, her legs wiggling in the air as she caught the branch with her arms.

Of course this was somewhat problematic as she was now stuck in a tree a ways up and the drop would possibly break her legs.