Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25213565-20160427194710/@comment-24479578-20160427204400

Listen and Read



Another day had come for the 'Byakugan Princess' to once more walk upon the path that seemed to have been laid out for her. Once the disgrace of her family and Clan, now was the one that was looked to as the next in line to be Clan Leader. Her pearlesque eyes looked to the ground while the metallic finger tips of the now young woman reached up and pushed the strands of onyx from her face. The path was known well to her from the front door to the training ground that was reserved for only those of her clan. Here, she would train in the long held ancient ways of the Gentle Fist.

She'd kneel slightly while still on the balls of her feet. while the sun warmed the back of her fishnet and silver tank top. The knit of her pants stretching over her athletic thighs and pulling slightly from the hold of the knee high running boots that she had special made to suit her needs. Though the metal on her fingers seemed harsh, she'd reach out only to pluck the few wild flowers that had grown in the sunlight with a soft smile upon her lips. Such beauty from something so simple. The vibrant orange and violet on the wild flowers warmed her soul and caused a smile to cross her lips though it was meant for no one but herself. Slowly, she stood once more and continued on her way to the training field that had just been up ahead.

A gentle and warm soul, the young Hitomi was as silent as she was kind. Her long onyx strands were placed up in a high ponytail to keep it from her face while she trained. It was a simple dance that she wove. Hand movements that were known only to those that were of this clan being handed down from generation to generation. This was the secret to the Gentle Fist. Entering the training field, Hitomi slowed and looked to the one that would be in the center of the field. The wildlife not bothered by her, she'd walk slowly around and come to stand before him. Her eyes looked over the man curiously while she knelt down before him and sat back on her feet. Her hands were placed before her gently laying in her lap while still clasping the wild flowers that she had plucked on her way there. Gently, she'd pluck a few of the petals from the daisy flower and hold them in her palm while bringing it up to her lips. With the lightest of breaths, she blow the petals towards and above him. Watching as they would lightly spin down and dance upon the light breeze before continuing to fall once more.