Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25955740-20160413062453

It was good day, it was a nice day—The birds were singing, the villagers were busy, and the sun was dancing behind the mountains, as the water-droplets danced off the edge of the buildings and the grass, a single soul made their way to a familiar place, their home within the heart of Konohagakure. It was shocking how much as changed since that ‘moment’ in the past, burning within the depths of her mind, the blood painted on the floors and walls, the smell of burning flesh and the hardship, blood and pain of the three friends that she knew since her return—They really were unique. Gracing the door with black silk glove covering the ‘frail’ arms of Kinshi’s body, she was dressed differently—Being the type to never be found in such an outfit, she found herself actually being more princess like; dressed in a crimson-red japanese dress cut short with a black obi, ten inches above her knees, along draping sleeves that danced behind her steps, she held a herself more as a women. She didn’t look like “Kinshi” anymore, the white haired female called a prince was merely a princess now—Found to a new haircut, brushed around her face, the bangs covered the majority of her face, her cheeks, her eyes and her forehead; her mouth, some of her cheeks and nose were exposed. Pressing her heels into the deep wooden flooring of her family home, known as the Hokage’s manor, she walked her way down the hallway held to many doors but a straight-path to the office area of where her father worked—She hadn’t really talked to him since she said she was returning to the mountains to master a technique passed down through her bloodline. As she advanced deeper, she knocked on the doorframe of her father’s office—Three knocks held gentle, just enough to get his attention, hopefully he wasn’t seeing someone; normally, she always gave reasons, but this visit was a business matter, a personal one in which she needed to talk to her father as a father and not the Hokage, which was awkward, abnormal and more than likely impossible. After this knock, within the same instance, she walked into his office with a wave of her left hand as her pink rosy lips parted to address him. “Good morning, father.” She said, she never truly addressed him as father—As his daughter and a ninja of his village, they had a very business like family-relationship, more than a father and daughter, thus she always addressed him as the Hokage, so what was up with her calling him her father? “I understand you are busy, but I seek your help.. Not as the Hokage, but my father.” She added, she was nervous—Walking all the way over to his desk, Kinshi placed her right hand over her left forearm covered in a long black glove, rubbing in nervousness. She was determined to do this thing, and that showed, because when Kinshi wanted to do something, she committed, regardless what anyone said, even her father, the Hokage—This encounter from the start, from the very moment she stepped in and greeted him was something Kinshi never did, she has shown to never ‘need’ a father or a ‘mother’. It was noticed as her aqualit eyes looked towards the floor, she actually need her father more than the Hokage, thus this was truly a personal matter—Located in her pouch on her lower waist, wrapped in white ribbons was this katana and it’s shatters, she wanted to do something, but she didn’t know how, what to do or how to go about it; she knew her father may have not had the heart that she was showing, but she wanted to hope he would give her some advice.

Heki: His stern words would hit like a brick as his rough voice broke the long lasting silence that followed her last words. “Step outside and wait, I’m working. See to Ranu at the end of the hallway.”. Looking up with a pair of eyes that had seen flames hotter than those of the sun, darkness blacker than that of the night, blood redder than that drenched out of a thousand fallen soldiers. It was like a unimaginable amount of force actually nailed her to the ground with something far beyond killing intent, this was the mere warriors soul that one felt when coming to face with a serious Ikeru. “We follow protocol. I am working. So unless you think yourself more important than the Takeshiri Village which is being raped and plundered as we speak, I suggest you get out.”. That intense gaze of his then turned back to the many papers on his desk before he flicked his fingers at which two ANBU members appeared on either side of his desk. If Kinshi hadn’t left by now they’d seek to forcefully remove her from the room as the Hokage returned to business. There were many problems starting to arise in Land of Fire villages. And not just the Land of Fire, even other countries were subject to a large number of attacks that seemed to be completely sporadic; as if done for nothing more than the displeasure of victims. “Akatsuki….” Ikeru sighed and slammed his fist down on the desk with enough force to end a tremor through the entire mansion. ”Their web reaches everywhere. But what is their goal? Are they trying to spark a war? Weaken us? There must be something… something more? Up until now they’ve never even been seen at the scene. They just continue to manipulate people, even powerful shinobi, thanks to that smoke-form Akatsuki member with the long white braid who can take control of seemingly anyone.”. The Hokage then motioned for one of the ANBU to approach and take a scroll handed over to him by the Hokage. “Take this to Eito. Tell him that ROOT has been given the green light.”. Ikeru sighed again, and stood up behind his desk before turning to the window behind him as he folded his hands behind his back. “Everything… everything is about to start. Perhaps the prophecies were true after all.” His gaze travelled up to the bright sun, never flinching as he looked straight into the bright orb. “Death or Life… I wonder what destiny will bring.”

Turning on her heels, Kinshi in mid-step turned around in a full three-hundred degree angle, marching right back out the door as requested of her—Why did she bother, she understood the importance of lives, but not everyone could be saved and of course, as a ninja they were to save as much as they could for their village; protect those under the leaf, not just their village but other villages. Her annoyance rose, her mood become worse and finally, she realized that she may need to cut the expectations of a father, what was the point of one? To each plant or tree within the office, to even those plants in the hallway within forty feet would find the plant growing in reverse or bending downward as if they were dying—Dancing around Kinshi’s body her chakra flowed in so much distaste, or rather disappointment. Cracking along the floor, to each step she took, the wooden floor suffered as her mood fell into the depths. The chakra ribbons held pure-white, danced as she motioned out of the office just as requested of her, she’d seek out Ranu, whom was down the hallway, fuck her father. “Ranu-san. Remind me to never repeat the same mistake ever again, or I will find a way to remove you from your job—Whatever that happens to be” She said in a hostile tone, her voice was composed and cold, she was mad, she was pissed, actually, she was just hurt—She understood deep down about how these things were, so she was just blowing steam. She caught the coversation however, she almost didn’t pay mind to it, and maybe, her emotions were getting the better of her; no doubt later she’ll think more clearly about it. Either Ranu was going to address her or her Fath--The Hokage will call her back, she didn’t care either or—She was done trying, she’ll handle it the ninja way. Leaning against the nearest wall, Kinshi stood in wait. It had been only a second, a very small second—She was a Senju, her father was the Hokage, she was a strong ninja that has proven herself time and time again, she wasn’t perfect; she proved she never needed a mother or father to hold her hand, why start now? “Ranu-san. Tell my father I am going to the Fuuma clan and I no longer need his assistance or advice; I apologize for burdening him with such.” She saidm holding onto her former and proper nature, she pushed herself off the wall—Like the same way she came in, she walked the same way out. To a honest nature, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to do this.. Well, she did. Just.. Would it be rude to request such a thing? Leaving the building of her ‘home’, she turned to the left, walking down a main street that was filled with people whom waved to her—She remembered a few things, such as clan leaders and clan elders, normally where they were found and where they lived, as someone whom dealt with matters between clans, she kinda had to. “Mm. I believe it was this way.” She thought. She wondered for a moment—It was one way to request a weapon to be repaired, but it was another to request to do it themselves; she really hoped it didn’t insult the person. It was a personal matter, a matter she spent awhile trying to collect all the fragments needed.

Heki: The old, wise, Ramu-san bowed his head after she stated the message she wished him to relay to the Hokage. The man was a faithful servant to the Hokage and has been for more than 60 years, serving even Ikeru’s father. Every last word she had stated was written down of a parchment, by means of quill, before the old man arose from his seat that had, over the many years, shaped itself to his rear-end. His crooked back croaked into place as he took quick hold of his walking stick and moved himself over to the Hokage’s village. “Hokage-sama?” The old man waited for a reply. “I already know, Ramu-san. Send Min after her.”. The old man closed his eyes and walked back to his counter where he sat down and gently stabbed his finger on the tip of his quill before he planted his hand against the desk and used the summoning technique. An ANBU member then appeared in front of his desk, wearing a wolf-like mask. The ANBU wore his hair in two long braids that fell over each of his shoulders, and he was tall with a rugged look to him and his traditional ANBU outfit that was torn here and there. “Code Ox seventy six. Move out.”. Remu relayed the command as if he was asking for a cup of tea but the special ops agent moved out as if the command was given from a general; disappearing from sight by means of body flicker. Why did her father choose Min? Because he had the ability to stop his body from naturally leaking chakra, making him impossible to sense out by Kinshi’s sensory technique. He’d always be about 20-50 yards behind her, always out of sight, always moving silently, but ever tracking her every move.

Shaking her head left and right, she still felt some type of way—She wasn’t mad anymore, maybe just hurt; it hurt sometimes trying to have a father. Tilting her head to the left, her shoulder lifted as she shrugged it off as she walked down the streets—Waving now and then, bowing her head every now and then to the villagers that greeted. She rememebered walking this way once, she also remembered having Moushi and his Hawk with her, he was an ANBU too and it was weird—He scolded her about her actions and what they did, but he always helped her fix things, he was mister fix it; like the dark secret she kept, Kei and Moushi kept it too. Reaching the end of the street, she turned to the left, her aqualit eyes noticed a manor all too familiar, and she offered didn’t come here only if she had to—A special case was when a child lost their way home and she offered to take her home, it was a really late. She stopped upon reaching the gate to enter the Fuuma clan’s area—Balling up her hand, she placed her fist over her heart and closed her eyes, she had to get her courage up; she was going to repair this katana and noone was going to stop her, she was determined. Stepping into the Fuuma clan’s area, a place that had a huge manor and small houses around the this manor, the air held the smell of metal being molded—A few elderly members sat on their steps and stared upon the girl whom didn’t live there; she felt unwelcomed, but that was her mentality hurting her, her second guessing herself. Walking along the path, she headed straight to the manor that held a stone path leaning that way—The doors were tall and held markings, or symbols, or, well, some type of defined detail. Stepping up the stairs that lead to a wooden flooring, she was actually going to goto the head of the clan and if she wasn’t mistaken, this was Keldran’s father, but, she maybe wrong—Extending her fist, Kinshi reached forward to the door. Gracing the door with a gentle knock, she knocked three times; hard enough to get the attention of anyone inside.

Keruberosu: |NPC| -Upon hearing a few knocks at the door one of the land ladies that was cleaning nearby would stop what they were doing and quickly scamper over to it. Slowly opening the door the soft eye lady would notice a woman standing behind it. Quite covered yet elegant lady at that. Opening the doorway more now she was feeling a lot more reassured about her position and looked to the female. She began to speak to her in a soft tone of sorts. “I heard your knocking as I was cleaning so what exactly do you need here madame? As you can see the Fuma weaponry marketplace is closed for the day.” Now somewhat leaning against the door with the knob in her hand ready to quickly shut it and go back inside she awaited the females answer before do anything else.- |NPC|

Stepping backward for a moment, she didn’t quite expect a female to answer the door—Tilting her head to the right, she listened to the female; placing her hands cupped over her lap, cupped together, she smiled. “Ah. I apologize for the disturbance, however I require assistance for something that is really important. I would love to offer you more details, however, I need to keep this as concealed as possible—If you are able to, can you please direct me to someone whom is most trusted and skilled of the clan?” She wasn’t sure what to say—‘Oh hey. I’m wanting to repair a blade that is made from one of your members, I have black steel fragments, know what to do about that?’ Yeah, no. She wasn’t going to be that straight forward. She kept a bit nervous, to each word she said, she felt like the world was going against her and she slowly felt like this task was impossible—Leaning her head downward, she looked to the floor almost as if she was feeling sad from the fact the marketplace was closed, in actuality, she was simply rethinking her reasonings and possiblities.

Keruberosu: |GF| -The female would be listening to the woman waiting for a certain peel of words to escape from her lips. Normally the Fuma didn’t take special requests unless from people in very high places on the social ladder or they had thousands of ryo to back up said request. But when she heard made from one of our members which after blades were but than the mention of black steel is what set off the light bulb in her had. Only 3 people in the clan had access to the famed Fuma black steel and one of them which was Keldran’s mother didn’t even use it so it narrowed it down to the obvious son of the clan. Keldran. “Ahh I see now, follow me.” Now she would lead the female inside of the manor before promptly closing the door fairly tight but not locking it so the female could exit later on if need be. As they began to walk the house lady leading somewhat she began to speak. “Address Godric-Sama with the upmost respect, make sure to bow, make sure to keep your manners and tongue about you. He has been fairly temperamental as of late due to the events of Keldran not being home. Good luck.” They would reach a large gilded door filled with jewels and black steel all over it. The lady would enter the door first and immediately fell to her knee. The large black silhouette just somewhat off in the distance would open his glaring blue eyes it being charged with raw chakra. He would motion his hand upwards and with a voice so deep it could only be considered as if he had a voice of a conqueror. “Speak woman.” The female would then speak while kneeled to the floor. “A woman has come here, with fragments of a black steel katana, it more than likely belonged to Keldran-Sama.” And from the dim darkness of the room his eyes would widen and chakra would begin to burst off his figure as he rushed to his feet. Godric was a massive man 7 ft and 2 inches in overall height and he was 260 pounds of raw muscles. His hair was completely blue just like Keldran’s having the same tone but he dawned a more tan skin tone. From the darkness he arose in his casual outfit sporting all black heavy bear pelt leather clothing. His body and arms almost looking like it would bust the clothing and his arms almost looking like a miniature tailed beast tail. Wearing black steel plate pauldrons on both shoulders and gilded trimmed vest with crosses and the Fuma clan symbol on his back. He stood towering over all and he would speak once more. “Bring her in now and leave.” The woman would nod quickly. “Yes Godric-Sama right away.” She quickly scurried out the door and back to the woman who had been waiting outside the door this whole time and she spoke quickly. “Enter the room and good luck.” Upon the woman entering she would close the large doors behind her and she’d stand 5 yards from the large Godric what a force of nature Keldran’s father was. He laid his royal blue chakra flaring eyes on her and waited her response.- |GF|

Oh. Maybe she was in luck. As the lady requested her, Kinshi stepped in and followed—Removing her boots at the door, she placed her shoes next to the door that marked as her exit; she was always taught not to drag mud and dirt into someone’s home. Adjusting her dress, her hands cupped back over eachother and placed against her lap as she followed the female—She listened to what the female had to say, she could understand. The more the female started to talk, the more insulted and annoyed Kinshi almost got, however, not everyone was as respectful as her—She always bowed in respect to others, not just for them, but for that she stood for, however, there were rare cases in which. So, bow, manners and respect, if she was to respect a person, that had to respect her words as well, but she wouldn’t try to be a blunt Senju, and she wasn’t going to kiss his ass—To be honest, with herself atleast, she felt indifferent about all three of her students being gone, actually, all three of her friends really. Reaching a large door held to black steel embedded with jewels, there was too much fancy placed in this door for her—She may have been rich and had all these things, but that was just too much fancy for her taste, but to each their own. Stepping at the door, she allowed the female to go in first until she was addressed to go in—Noting only a black silhoutte, she was slowly rethinking her choices once more, but in all honesty, she was kinda curious more than scared or worried; well, she was worried about the ideal of being able to repair the blade, but she made it this far. Overhearing the conversation, he almost reminded her of her own father and now, she felt like this was about to go straight to hell—After a few moments of words being exchanged, the female rushed out with a quickness, giving her the clearance to enterance and the wish of luck. Pause. She needed luck this morning, why was she getting it now? Placing her best foot forward, her black shockings stepped graced the flooring as she stepped into the dim-lit room—Closing behind her, she felt the world close off to her awhile her fate was sealed. She wasn’t gonig to get all the way to the floor, but she bowed her forward in respect to this person, whom was named ‘Godric’—So, this was Keldran’s father? After a second or two, she would lean start up, returning to perfect posture as she stood next to the door—Not out of fear, but he didn’t tell her to advance in farther, just to enter. “I apologize for the distrubance and randomness on my part, however I seek help for something I am desiring to fix—I spent two months trying to collect most of the fragments of a black steel sword in hopes of repairing it before someone returned back to the village, however, my knowledge is limited within black steel, my ability to smith is between Novice and Experienced. So. Simply put. I desire to personally repair the blade belonging to Keldran-san with my own hands—However, it is fully disrespectful to mess with something that is a signature of another’s work or clan trait.” She said, her voice wasn’t considered the friendly tone in which she addressed her friends—Her voice was composed and held a proper business tone, she did not state her relationship with Keldran, but she made the point to say he meant something to her. She could’ve gave her name but she didn’t as it was not asked for, it was the subject of why she was here—Staring through the dim-lit room, her aqualit eyes made contact with a figure held with chakra glowing around his body as his eyes stared straight to her; he stood taller than her as she was simply five feet tall with seven inches to add.

Keruberosu: |GF| -When his eyes peered from the darkness of the room and watched the female enter his interest could only peak he had only known of 1 other white female before in his life and that just so happened to be his own wife. So this similarity factor would surely play into how the confrontation turned out between the two people. Godric’s hands would raise into the air and he would clap them together shortly after the large chandelier that hung over the room would allow all its beautiful light to begin to shine over the room. At this point it would allow the female to be seen perfectly and for Godric alike to be seen perfectly as well. With both his arms folded over his chest he would listen to what she had to say until she got to the point of where she mentioned someone returning to the village his large bass filled voice would now intervene. “Who exactly are you waiting for to return? I know of only one soul in this village who would wield such a weapon besides myself. My son, Keldran.” He would walk closer clearing the 5 yard gap until it became a 2 yard gap and then slowly he bent onto both knees while still keeping his upper body stead and he dropped directly to her height level and made direct eye contact. “So how exactly did you get his blade and why are you trying to repair it? Ever since he left for that damned mission I haven’t seen him in months.” A hint of sadness could be felt off his words but it was also a mixture of frustration as well. “If you have news of him speak quickly, I need to know and tell me who you are.” After a short eerie silence and intense eye contact followed between the two he spoke once again. “Godric Fuma the head of the Fuma clan.” The presence and aura of dominance he emitted just by standing around her could surely be felt but it was fairly obvious he cared and loved for his son stronger than anything in this world. He didn’t even care about the favor at this point and it showed.- |GF|

Thankfully for her bangs and her ability to quickly adjust, the lights that found themselves turned on by clap activation did not faze her much—But, holy hell and all seven gates this dude was massive, was this really Keldran’s father? To where he intervened, Kinshi’s words stopped as a place of respect as a person more than a ninja—He knew before she even said it, the weapon did belong to Keldran and she was going out of her way and even beyond that way to repair it. As the man advanced closer to Kinshi, she simply followed with her eyes as she listened to him question everything—He felt sad, it was hard being a ninja of the Leaf and being there for family, she understood that, but she didn’t really understand family as an aspect; as far as her family went, only five people were like family to her, so she related it to that. To where she compared this man to her father, she felt like she insulted the man, he cared for his son more than her father cared for her and she almost felt really sad to the point it showed, but she simply kept her composed face as her lips parted to answer all this questions. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Godric-san of the Fuma clan. I am waiting for your son, Keldran. I am Kinshi of the Senju, I am friend of Keldran and teamleader—But I do have news of him, as a shinobi of the leaf, he has impressed many people both from the exams and the massive mission that avoided a war. I am his Jōnin, I do have word of him and from him, if I am not mistaken he is doing quite a bit in the land of Iron—He is eating well, staying in good health and learning new things, atleast, as vague as he told me.” She paused, allowing him the moment to register this all within his mind as she stared to him—She didn’t give him a reason as to why she was repairing it, actually she skipped trying to say it, because she didn’t know what to say. As her lips parted once more, she knew how to answer this question. “Your son is both my friend and a role model to me—It may sound shameful or I don’t know really. But I will be honest. Due to his heart and determination, I learned and realized my flaws—Understanding who and what I want to be in my life. As this, he has become a very good friend and dear to me, like two others within my team—He expressed some form was distress due to this katana breaking, I could’ve made a new one out of raw steels, but no. I wanted to find whatever was left and kindle it into the new blade I desire to make him. So. I spent months looking for the fragments. As his sensei and friend, I want to make sure I give him anything and everything he needs to be success and safe within the field of a shinobi. So, this is why I am here.” She wasn’t sure if she explain herself accordingly or not, but she cared for Keldran like a brother and a best friend—Lifting her right hand, she rubbed the back of her neck as her head tilted downward in some form of embarrassment. If her father actually saw this, she felt like he’d be ashamed or something on those lines—When it came to those she cared about, she wanted to do things that made them happy and for Keldran, he helped her out more than he realized along with another person, so she wanted to actually use this as a means to repay him

Keruberosu: |GF| -Godric would still be leaning on both of his knees his arms and hands hanging loosely off his knees gently. Now he simply allowed his eyes to close and rest themselves the chakra flaring off his body began to slowly fade as she filled him with the information he was looking for. The dominating presence she once felt was gone and a nice warm calming aura began to emanated off of his person. Hearing how the entire village was impressed by his creation essentially even going as far as to push himself so hard to help stop an entire possible war. He was almost somewhat mad he didn’t get to learn this directly from Keldran but either way he was satisfied and it quelled the beast this was why he was so wound of tight as of late. The fatherly instinct was strong within Godric and he almost had a papa bear personality to him anything that wasn’t his family was normally shyed away but this girl was a lucky one to say the least. But he only had one confusion left to clear up, the hearing of the name Senju was a trigger to him. Speaking outwards again as his hands moved forward slowly towards her face it was obvious he meant no harm. “Your kind is far and too few in this day and age. You must be---.” His hands would part slowly the hair covering her eyes and it would reveal the rich aqua color and this is when it would hit him. A swirl back into time as it slowly freeze framed onto her face remembering these same eyes as a baby, these same eyes in the academy and hearing about these same eyes as she was banished from the village at such a young age to suffer. “You… Daughter of the emperor..” He paused inbetween his sentence almost in a small amount of dis-belief. “My son an inspiration to a bloodline of legend, the last known female heir to Hashirama’s will of fire.” He already knew now after simply gazing into her eyes this was the bastardized daughter of Ikeru Senju the hokage he could only feel the pain from this point forward it kind of tacked onto his chest even though this was the first time in decades they’ve met she was nothing like she once was. So now finally he decided to answer her question still gently holding her cheeks. “I will show you how to fix his sword personally you have my word.” After that he would do something that would catch her off guard. Placing his large left arm around her body and pulled her into his warm embrace and his right arm would reach up behind her head and hold her close to him. “You need not suffer anymore. The Fuma will watch over you, I will watch over you.”- https://49.media.tumblr.com/6ed1f3f46086aca05091d562e6057e01/tumblr_myy9zoXVir1sg9za5o1_500.gif |GF|

She didn’t know what to expect, she didn’t know was going to happen—This one goal in heart burned so strong that she couldn’t really accept anything on the lies of ‘no’ or anything on the lines of failing to do this thing she sought out to do; she committed this far. Taking a soft inhale of air, all those word she spoke came from a place she never knew she had, or rather, something she thought she removed and her father helped her to destroy—Awaiting to accept the worse, the unexpected and the opposite of the worst happened. The place around her was less in tension and became more friendlier and calmer, to her ‘mismay’ the male knelt to her with his hands placed on his knees, making close eye-contact with Kinshi—His expression was soft and friendly, almost that of a father with a soft heart, it no longer looked like a beast, but an oversize stuffed teddy bear. To where he spoke, he spoke about her kind she was and how it was few in this day and age, in all honest, she tried to be kind hearted—She learned that her heart should always be there; the door closed but never locked, atleast, she wanted to be this way. She knew his gesture was not meant to harm, so she didn’t tense up or try to motion away getting ready to counter, but it still shocked her a bit—Expressing a light bit of confusion due to his words, it almost felt like he knew her. His fingers motioned her bangs away from her eyes as he commented on who she was, she didn’t know an ‘emperor’, but she knew her father whom was a ‘ruler’ that was known as the ‘hokage’—He almost expressed, not his voice expressed disbelief but the truth was within his mind. She nodded her head, agreeing that was the case—It wasn’t impossible to give inspiration to a clan that held itself strong, but even the strong misplace themselves, like Kinshi did herself. But it was weird, Godric knew her, he showed signs and expressions of knowing her more than just seeing her once—Like he has always been around her to some degree, just she didn’t know; like he was influence she couldn’t remember. For a moment, as she stared to Keldran’s father, she almost found a stab into her heart—Keldran was lucky to have a father like this, to express how proud to his son, where Kinshi did not get this. A proud father that could admit it, to show expression and be there for his son, what if her father was like this? She tried to push it out of her mind, she didn’t need a father, she didn’t need family—But, she needed friends, friends were like family.. So.. Was she lying to herself at this point? His hands were almost bigger than her face, as his hands just rested upon her cheeks, she tried with all her might not to make a frown with how she felt—She needed her father, but he was busy and she understood that.. He was always busy, but why did it not make it okay? As the moment of truth found itself being in a simple answer, her eyes lit up—Literally lit up. Her aqua lit eyes widen as her lips parted in almost dis-belief, the dim-lit aqua eyes she heard burned in a glow like a candle in the night—It made her happy, relieved as well. As she was off-guard, she felt a hand motion around her and before she knew it, she was locked into a hug—Being held close a man she didn’t know, but felt so familar, caught in an embrace that was held a fatherly figure; to where he spoke, he said she didn’t have to suffer.. Closing her eyes tight, her arms motioned to wrap around Godric as her eyes started to water—She’d squeeze with a might as she felt this weird feeling and a strange urge to cry as her face pressed into the man. “I don’t know how much.. I can thank you. Thank you so much.” Her voice was starting to break—That composed tone she held was changing into the soft voice of a girl who just got a front row seat on the feels train; held elegant in voice, it was mixed with sadness and pain, but joy and happiness. She felt so thankful. For this moment, she had to stop these tears forming and this sadness that was about to revealing itself, so her eyes simply watered—And when he was to release her, she’d release him.

Keruberosu: |GF| - Godric would hold her tight in his arms almost as if she was already his own. Feeling her tears begin to seep into his clothing and he could only smile with a large shit eating grin. Feeling the pour out of emotions he could tell just by the way she held herself she had been doing this for too long. It was always good to empty yourself of feelings so like a phoenix from the ashes you can be reborn anew. Godric wanted to give her a new start, a new perspective it could almost be reminded of how quote on quote his son Keldran changed her for the better. He wanted to add onto it. This little lass had a fairly strong grip he could feel her raw strength slightly digging into his back but he could only offer a small inaudible laugh to it. “You kind of remind me of him you know? Always trying to be strong, always trying to be brave. Even when inside self doubt and fear run rampant. I have no need to worry anymore.” He would release his grip on her and finally stand once again his posture resetting him back to his massive 7’2 height and he began to walk away but he would stop with his face half turned to her as he walked. “If Keldran has friends and people like you who care for him. He will be safe anywhere.” He continued to walk in the corner of the room a brimming light and a intense heat could be felt but to Godric he was used to this. It was leading to the room of the famous Fuma black steel forge. Using special condensed oil started flame that burned constantly almost all day every day. Only stopping for special occasions when the oil needed replenished. Calling out to her and waving his large hand. “Follow me I shall teach you the in’s and outs of crafting this blade. But understand this you must keep It with you until then grave unless you inherit the Fuma name are we clear?” His words stern but soft in the same sense now the camera panned off into the distance and the days and times ahead would begin as the forging of the blade got underway.- |GF|

It was okay, it was fine to cry every now and then—She almsot smiled a bit as well, it was weird to her but it was okay, atleast, she felt like it. Maybe that’s why she took Keldran as a role model, they shared traits and had things that were similiar—As his grip released, she removed her arms away, one hand motioned to her eyes to wipe him, her gloves cleaning the tears away. Taking a breath in, a fresh breath of air to calm and relax herself, she felt better; she felt good, she didn’t feel annoyed anymore or sad from the events that happened before she came here—Yet, she had a lingering feeling that held itself in sadness. Motioning her hand back to her side, she stood up straight as she looked up to the man who seemed more than glad to know what type of friends Keldran had—She was glad to be able to offer him such ease for his son being gone, he cared so it was hard to be able to not worry, as anything could happen in the shinobi field of work. Her eyes followed as she watch him, even stepping forward just a bit to take note in what he was doing, it her curious nature that caused her to wonder—Despite the heat, she didn’t mind it, but it would be a problem she was going to have to overcome due to her being use to having a low body temperature, but she’ll suffer through it. The moment he told her to follow, she did just that, nodding her head in acceptance with added confidence—She could do this, she had the ability to learn and perfect, even if she had a low level of understanding, she was going to make this katana even if it killed her, she was that determined. “We are very clear; I understand completely. This is safe with me, forever and always.” She said. Her eyes held themselves with focus and determination of this goal she wanted to complete, with premission and help—No doubt, she could do this; she will do this. Time to forge her a weapon; she was lucky and thankful. 