Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170817010142/@comment-25955740-20170820020322

Sickening. Pacing, the books that laid on the floor shaped a narrow way for her to walk back and forth within this aisle, her hues glued to the book. Cruelty behind kindness , she read. Know the depths of trust, know the ears that listen and most importantly, know the grounds you stand. In order for ‘cruelty behind kindness’ to work, the critical principle is delay; patience.  Timed for the best moment, it’ll not just increase the chance of success, but minimize the losses. Ideal to invest much time and effort in both gain of trust, assessing the trustworthiness of those whom would be friend—Encourage takeover by meaningful words, and make sure to remember, few benefit well and many can suffer, based on situational action. Tenth stratagem.  Narrowing, her hues stared slowly to the detail and the more she read, the more risky some of these were; effects of betrayal were unlimited outcome to most. Morally, she found herself conflicted, was this truly the thing she wanted? Loss of trust is hardly anything to be worried about, it was something more, based on the scale this stratagem would or could be used as. Within one of the diaries she read, from the seventh house, if she wasn’t mistaken, was of a man within a war from years beyond her time, he spoke about the difficulties of committing such a stratagem, but at the same time, he stated the enemies of my enemies is my friend . She started to wonder, what level of desperation was he? What could cause someone to commit such a tactic? Such a stratagem would take months years… She almost wanted to test it.   Captured within her own little world, it seemed her invitation slipped her mind. Stepping into her aisle right before her, turning to carry within her pace, she had been locked, too absorbed , a voice rung out and despite the familiarity to the voice. “ Eek! <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She expressed startled, jumping a bit. Closed with haste, pressed into her bosom, awhile taking a step backwards as her hues shifted to look to the familiar figure known as Godric—“ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">O’Hello, Saiairyū-Sama. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She spoke out to him with a smile of sorts, a little embarrassed by her own forgetful mind.. Did the time really pass that fast? She also assumed they were friends enough to give him a special moniker, considering, it was in her nature to show affection in such as nicknames, as it was difficult to do it any other way. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A warrior’s mentality..? <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She questioned in a murmur before shaking her head, that didn’t matter so much. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I think.. I want to be a strategist.. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She spoke softly, almost in another mumble because the idea seemed rather laughable, ‘least in her mind, leaning over to place the book down on a stack of random books. He had questioned why he was here, and she didn’t quite know how to answer that. “W <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">ell.. Erm.. I guess… You were the only person that came to mind.. When I wanted to hang out with someone.. And uhh.. I hope.. You don’t mind with that? <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She was attempting so hard not to apologize for bothering him, along with trying to come up with a good enough reason aside from suffering from her isolophobia. “ <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I thought.. Maybe.. We could have a conversation! You were also nice enough to show me things, so I wanted to show you.. This library.. I think. <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She was confident enough to keep up the conversation, but it seemed she started to get timid again, as the last bit of her words became nothing more than a moment.