Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161227185259

Chisa would walk through the village with a neatly written letter in hand, addressed to Keldran Fuma. Behind her, her grandmother, her mother and her father walked solemnly. Of course, her grandmother was inwardly grinning. Chisa had been somewhat made to look pretty; one wouldn't be able to guess she was a shinobi in that case unless they were told she was.

Her red eyes would scan the closed gates of the Fuma compound with a shaky breath. Her grandmother would place a hand on her shoulder. "Let me do the talking, Chisa. Not a single word from you, understand?" Chisa would nod. She'd spent plenty of time with Takahiro but it wasn't enough. Her grandmother and parents and brother had still manipulated her will; she wanted to do this for her family, for their security, and for the future of the Setsuna.

Her head was tilted downwards in a submissive sense as she apologized to herself inwardly for not being able to choose 'freedom.' As they approached the two guards, she'd bow her head and allow her grandmother to do the talking. Not like she had much of a choice, anyways.

"We are here on behalf of the Setsuna to provide a deal of sorts with Keldran Fuma." Her tone would be respectful but with an air of nobility. Since the Setsuna were well known, although Chisa and Yuuto were the most recognizeable, the grandmother would always be the one who ran the family. Chances were the guards may recognize Kaide but possibly not. Even so, Yuuto was definetely a lot more influential although he stood to the side, simply with his back straight and staring at the guards. He wore a smile, but it was definetely painted on. It was a difficult day for the Setsuna.

Chisa would stare at the foreboding stone walls, a little scared. Feeling doubtful, nervous. What awaited her beyond them? Would they be allowed in? 