Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-25955740-20171013183056

That thing was his father?! Shaking her head, she didn’t quite buy the fact it was because it was ‘equal’ as a member, more like it’ll look bad on his status for killing a child like her or shameful—Disgracing? The more she reflected, was the more she debated. Rubbing her temples, she got this feeling of annoyance once more, the shock and stun was still there, but it started to fade and besides, she could only linger on something for only so long… She tried to never drown herself on the worst that were coming her way… Which was PRETTY bad in her mind.   Wishing nothing more than to return to her barrack, it seemed that wasn’t going to ever be the case—Guess… This new year was going to change with or without her life. Asking her to come with him, more so gesturing it. Liara turned to follow after him, considering he didn’t want to follow her, or he had a better place in mind. So. She followed just to hear him speak some more. “ An Uchiha..? ” She murmured in question, holding it under her breath.   Breaking the ice on the question, she was equally sick of the name as equal interesting in what an “Uchiha” was. “ When people address the Uchiha. What was the clan even about? ” She asked Hayato. Considering if he trained under one, he’ll have that answer as she followed up with more questions. “ Unlike my brothers, I grew separate from the clan and from my brothers. The only one I had. Was well. My father. Who didn’t tell me about the lineage and as far as I was concern at the time… I didn’t look like anyone. Noone. Not even my father. If it wasn’t for the picture. I would’ve never believed my father was.. Well. My father. ” She paused for a second, rubbing the back of her head. It wasn’t hard to tell why they did her that way, she was quite.. Different in appearance. She didn’t really talk about these things, but. It seemed everyone else had a bigger understanding than SHE did. Those few she got to know when they were still in the leaf said a few things, the few uchiha she actually got to know.. Were… Well. Really rude and didn’t even address her as a person. Maybe. That’s why her father gave her a sheltered life—It was nice and happy even with the emptiness. It reminded her how much she hated somethings, things she liked to bury. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I guess… That’s good. The fact you got to learn from an Uchiha. Someone so open and compassionate to teach you the ways the world. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She spoke softly, she didn’t gloss over the interesting fact, but it seemed she paused for the moment.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Munashi Tamotsu

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Interesting, interesting. Crossed underneath her bosom, a long forgotten face trailed within the masses—“ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">So many. So many! <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She sung within her thoughts. She was impressed with how many were alive and strong, she hadn’t found herself looking at the downside of how many that were lost, but how many were left alive. Curling over her dark purple lips, those amethyst hues scanned the dozen of games, to the many faces and the colors that circled around her. Stings of lavender fading to violet, her hair kept itself in a messy-kept bun to her side, revealing those pointy ears as her sharp canines revealed from her cheerful smile. She was quite happy to notice all the faces, the most <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">honorable <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> people such as the Fūma getting admired and paid their respects for the live they have, be it not the most perfect life, but a life nonetheless. A new hope for all. Even if some didn’t look at it as such. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Peering to this female. She kept herself in a higher regard than most, a more proud and prideful demeanor. Attired in an interesting set of clothing, she held a top that held itself scrapped around her neck, dark purple, this top exposed her shoulders and quite a bit of cleavage, trailing downward, it turned into a dress with a slit over her right leg. Who was this female? She didn’t have a name like everyone else, she didn’t do anything really amazing, at least, in her mind, but she was undoubtedly an older person that seemed most familiar with Godric, as she did appear with him.. She was just.. Caught in her own amazement, it felt so foreign! So maybe. She had wandered off from Godric, or maybe, she just let Godric do his own things, considering, that now had all the time in the world—Considering this, she never strayed too far. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spotting a familiar female. How interesting! Was that Sup Pung?! She didn’t look a day aged over the the last they met, well.. She didn’t quite meet up with her on the island as much as she wanted to. She kinda.. Did just disappear. So. She held her breath for a moment, those words. The vixen had to pause for a moment and know what, she made it this far, what was Sup Pung going to do? Kill her with a hug? More than likely… However.. It seemed.. She was going into the medical tents, guess she’ll have to greet her later. Turning her attention to something else… Considering the massive crowd that rolled into the festival, she looked there first for.. Familiar faces. without a doubt, that seemed to be where her beloved dragon was, as she found herself trailing that direction, taking her right hand, she quite literally placed it against someone’s face and pushed them out of her way, as she made her way through the masses; they were stunned in place for some reason. Displayed from the two of the children, one was begging Keldran and another one was asking about the dragons—“ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Oh! how adorable! <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She thought, one hand cupping over her mouth. He even begged! That poor boy. Shifting her hues to the female now, it seemed she had over a thousand questions, going as far as to ask about the dragons. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Walking around and over the children, either-or. She ignored them. As they were not hers to deal with. She simply made her way to the group that held Keldran, Godric and a few other faces that had names—Waving her hand with the bow of her head. She greeted Keldran first, because he was the oldest and well… The person behind him was her significant other, she had to respect the father first. As she greeted him with a bow as she trailed to Godric himself, that’s when she spoke. “ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello, <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kyō Yondaime <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">. And Saiairyū-Sama. It seemed I have been quite unsuccessful with finding the three, one being too busy to speak. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She said to Keldran first, she never had the ability to address him as anything more than just his honorable name, it just seemed to be her normal now. Awhile. It seemed her moniker for Godric still stuck quite a bit, along with her feelings. As she fell in next to him, more than likely staying with him for the rest of the time there. Being about a good foot between them as she stood to his left side.