Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161120210730/@comment-30269418-20161121201336

She heard the clicking before she saw it, and turning her heel, she stopped immidiately. She looked around for the source; she was glad Sansa had taught her the trick on how to stop mid-run. Her eyes flicked over her surroundings, and rested on a boy whom seemed to be toting puppets around. A puppet-user. Chichi had only gone against one once; the result was almost bad, had Sansa not caught up and decimated the puppet user while he was trying to dismember Chichi.

The boy had a Sunagakure headband over his eyes, so Chichi could only assume he had other ways of seeing his targets. Certainly the boy would have left the village by now, though, seeing as the Chuunin exams were over? She had only made it in time for the fourth fight, as boredom had overtaken her that day. She could recall that this boy, not only from his appearance, but also his puppets, was in the Chuunin Exams, and that he had won his match... against a weapons-user. Her eyes narrowed. Ranta. That was this kid's name.

He was strong. Yes, she remembered that fight. It was the only one that stood out, because of her interests. Although she called him kid, she assumed that he was either a year younger or older than her. She had hit 16 a month ago. There was a bitter taste in her mouth; sixteen years old and far from the level of a Genin. She wished she had a normal upbringing, one that didn't push her to her very limits, maybe even a training regiment that didn't require her to be exhausted at the end of every day. She wished she had the chance to live life as a Genin for a long period of time. At least then, she wouldn't know the history of the Hikari.

There were a lot of regrets.

And yet, she found herself changing course, heading for the puppet-master. There was no malicious intent, although the calm and 'sure' look on her face would be a little strange to anyone who could see it. The moonlight danced through windows around them, shining beams on people who were sleeping.

If he let her get close, she'd stop a few steps before him, and greet him with a, "Hello. How are you?"