Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28929139-20170502022905/@comment-73.216.85.41-20170503051915

Tak was feeling flustered that nearly all of last night's work had been in vain, but she also had to remind herself that none of her forefathers had mastered the antiquated sword arts at thirty, much less at thirteen. Okay maybe that was a bit of a stretch but still, she felt ambivalent. She had nobody but the written word of a deceased relative to help her through learning but that also meant if she persevered and became a successful weapon smith..it would have been all her own!

But now wasn't the time to get ahead of herself or let her ego dictate how or why she'd continue. However, just as she crouched down and had her lone mahjong tile fly an impressive twelve and a half inches back into her hand, she heard a voice and she whirled around with a start, looking a bit alarmed. His pensive hesitation and soft-spoken tone put her at ease....just slightly, but she furrowed a brow and tilted her chin to the side. He was dressed awfully fancy to be coming to a place like this. By stark contrast, Tak was dressed in a sooty beige tunic gown with her right sleeve pinned back and her entire forearm along with most of her hand wrapped in wire. Her inky black hair was worn long and loose as always but was slightly matted with sweat.

"Were you....looking to train?" She stared at the slightly taller boy with a stony expression. As fancy as he was dressed, maybe he was one of her brother's friends? But the more Tak looked at him, the more she doubted that.