Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30575150-20161207202303

-Coming down from the high of meditation Naraku could only observe the rudeness that the young woman brought by ignoring the outreaching that Naraku propose by engaging the mummified woman in conversation. He wasn’t the type to easily offend but it still nonetheless left a sour taste in his mouth to be ignored on the frontier of conversation. He could tell from the way she carried herself that she was a shinobi, without openings he could sense even if diminished the will of the fight resonating from her. His will of Fire burned brightly in this moment as he sought to lite her metaphorically ablaze. “Hey, wait up!” He’d take a moment to carefully let himself down, somewhat like a child as he kicked the air before scooting off the rim of the log.

“Hey! Do you have corn for ears? I was talking to you silly goose!” Naraku spoke with familiar tone, as if he were speaking to a member of his own family, this way of speaking only present due to his inability to read the moment and while she harbored ill tidings he sought to better his standing. Despite her appearance Naraku was deterred from engaging with her if anything he found her all the more interesting due to her added baggage. “I’m Naraku!” he said as he jogged forward to be in front of her. Holding out a hand he hoped to be honored with the shaking of hands. “I’m from the Senju.” He said with great pride as his index finger brushed between his upper lip and nose. “What about you mysterious stranger?” He poked and prodded the deformed woman for information as if completely oblivious to her anguish and self-loathing. If Naraku wasn’t on the hunt he wasn’t as sharp and seeing as he didn’t register her as an opponent he had no reason to read into her, she was just some strange bandaged woman who was having a poor day and so with childlike tenacity he sought to cheer his fellow villager up with good company and swell humor.-