Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011750/@comment-1.132.96.180-20161215231537

The situation with the children had Takahiro on edge. As Naraku spoke with the children he had drawn his tanto a centimeter from its sheath. His muscles were tensed and he was ready to spring into action at a moments notice. The answers given by the oldest child disturbed him deeply. He couldnt imagine how he would react if he lost his parents in such a way. How would he react? He shook his head and let his vision pan to a sight he wished he could unsee.

The sight of the heavily mutilated bodies hangong from trees caused him to pale ghostly white. "No ..." was all he managed to mutter befpre doubling over and hurling. He may be a fighter, he may be a ninja, but he was still only 13 and this was the first time he had seen such a thing. He stood up straight, wiped his mouth of whatever was left and steeled himself. Though he felt deep down he wpuld never quite be the same."im okay, just shocked me i guess"

Much to his surprise Ranta ordered the team to push forward, which made sense, they had a mission afterall. Ranta surprised Takahiro again when he summoned a crow clone to escort the children to saftey. His respect for his sensei increased at this moment, dedicated yet compassionate, Ranta seemed like the perfect shinobi.

He nodded and rushed off with Ranta, staying in formation with the rest of his squad. As Ranta spoke with the squad encouraging them and reinforcing their morale, Taka's mind drifyed to the bodies. ''I'll put a stop to atrocities like that. One way or another.'' He thought to himself. A piece of him changed at that moment, but only time would tell what it meant.