Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161225021323/@comment-30269418-20161225125602

She was shocked when he grabbed her hand and picked up a rock only to throw it at a window on her house. As Taka sprinted away, Chisa in tow, her grandmother would peek out of the window with a disdainful look. Ever since that young boy had not only refused the letter, but got involved in Chisa's life, it had made things more problematic. Her grandmother was prepared to lock Chisa away in a tower if it stopped her from pursuing the reckless life of a shinobi.

Maybe she would. She called for the servants, to get the materials and the architects. It would be a last resort, but it would be effective.

Meanwhile, Chisa, enticed by the idea of the freedom Takhiro could bring, followed him.

Eventually they came to a stop, although she wouldn't mind if they'd have continued to run. His hand was still in hers and she'd squeeze it tightly. He'd then ask her for ideas. "To be honest, I don't train often..." Her breathing was slightly erratic, since it had been a while since she'd ran like that. "So I don't really have any ideas..."