Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170524025515/@comment-28929139-20170524045422

Over the past three years, Kideme had worked hard to get herself to where she is today. At the very precipice of becoming a true shinobi. The only thing that stood between her and actually becoming one was the final exam. While to the others it may have just looked like Kideme being her usual nutty self, she had been hard at work training and making the words of Madame Eggplant's teachings come to fruition. Not a day went by that Kideme didn't meditate in contorted positions, imitating and emulating the animals to instill a new sort of instinct within herself, and practicing her jutsu to near perfection. And she did this all while flaring her electricity, learning how to channel it and gradually make it more potent. Not only that, but she had kept up with her training while still working full time at the Ocha-okiya. It ate up most of Kideme's free time, but when she didn't train, she did spend some time with her friends.

Every morning since the beginning of the Academy, Kideme spent her time at the school, dedicated her free afternoons to self-imposed obstacle courses with windchimes and poisonous frogs and spiders, and then played Shamisen and Musume-bun to the geisha at home. On the weekends though, Kideme would swim and worked on piecing together her two passions into a single working instrument. It consisted of many metal splinters, cuts and countless trips to the music shop but once it had all been done, Kideme's level of bizarro and confidence shot to new heights.

In the three years to come, Kideme had only mellowed out just a little in personality, but physically and ninjaically speaking, she was no longer the tall scrawny girl in mud and grass stained kimonos that could slither more than she walked. Actually...that's a bit of a lie, she was still all of those things, but she learned how to make all that crazy cohesively work to her advantage. Having gained several pounds in muscle, she became taller by three inches, having something of a swimmer's build with high cheekbones and luminescent skin with the movement of a bird.That coupled with the refinement of being surrounded by geisha and classy gentlemen, Kideme slowly grew into her personality.

So at the cock's crow of exam day, Kideme was already up and dressed. When Mame came in to wake her, she had been brushing her hip-length black hair and Hoshiko couldn't help but smile. Her little Musume-bun, a shinobi. While she was a divine shamisen player, the life as a moving work of art was not for Kideme, but to protect, serve and honor? Well, she and her late father couldn't be more proud and after a tea ceremony in her honor, the girl was sent off.

Skipping merrily to the academy, Kideme pulled her colorfully painted shamisen from her back and began to strum it like a banjo, singing some happy Okinawa love ballad. Once inside, Kideme slung back her instrument and ran into the classroom, dressed to the nines in a blood red kimono jacket, black leggings, and her five-inch okobo platforms. "'''Brown morning, my brothers and sisters!" '''She got into each and every one of their faces with her spyglass, checking them all for chakflies. "'''Ayame-bomb, you're looking positively smothered!" '''Kideme would get out of her face but playfully poked her cheek which gave off a nice little static shock. '''"Yaya! You ready to bring honor to your family? Show me your war face?" '''Before Hayato could answer, she screamed into his face. "AHHH!!!" Whatever face he made, Kideme smirked and poked his cheek too and then went over to Shien, slapping down a little white box on his desk while examining his face too. "Shinny-poo! Happy unbirthday!" She poked both his cheeks and then scuttled off to her seat.

And don't think for one second she forgot Ninny! The doll was just hanging out around her hip by a red silk noose that was loosely tethered around her obi. Her eyes flashed red occasionally.