Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161120210730

A small, frustrated sigh came from the lips of a girl who sat at a desk in an inn. She seemed to be fiddling with something that rested in the palm of her hands. She suddenly hissed, drawing her hand back and putting her thumb in her mouth, licking a thin prick of red blood away. What she was working on looked dangerous; it was a shuriken with barbed wire attached to it. The wire, in itself, was a commodity that would be hard to come by; hence why she tended to not only wear gloves but pick up any and all of these specific weapons she created for further use. Her shoulders slumped; she felt defeated.

Only a whisper of air led her to realize someone had pulled up a chair beside her, and she almost fell over. Her companion and mentor, Sansa Hikari, sat beside her. Her level of speed was so ridiculous that Chichi didn't know how Sansa could control it, especially without making a sound. The more disturbing realization was that Sansa achieved this all by teaching herself, and not taking any sort of advice from anyone else. The only reason Chichi could even keep up was because of the teachings Sansa had provided her, the tips for turning and stopping quickly without breaking your legs. Still, Sansa wouldn't reveal how she moved so fast without crashing into a wall. Chichi understood her own control of her speed, but when it came to Sansa...

"You're thinking again, kid." Sansa rested her chin on the back of the chair, crossing her arms and staring at Chichi. "You need to remember that we haven't searched that much yet."

"You'd think that we'd hear something, anything, even seeing a wisp of knowledge about a purple-haired girl who manipulates blood. Anyone we approach either looks at us strangely or can't provide an answer; we can't go to a shinobi, since they'd chase us out of town or look into why we're here. The last thing we need is an elite unit investigating us." Chichi's voice was laced with poison, but her expression was completely calm. The calm was feigned; it was almost a little confusing. There was clear anger in her voice.

Sansa stood from the chair, and reached to put her hand on Chichi's shoulder in a comforting way, but Chichi recoiled and stood from her seat, scooping the barbed shuriken into a pouch on the table. Since it was past midnight, she knew that she wouldn't have a problem with scaling the rooftops of Konoha. "I'm going for a walk," She murmured, not wanting to make contact. She didn't want to be comforted, she wanted to let out some steam. She wanted to find Rena and she wanted to leave Konoha and go back home where she hoped everything would be fine and the clan would go back to normal.

But she knew that wish was delusional. It wouldn't all snap back to the time where everyone was happy and trusting of one another. That took work. A lot of work.

She opened the door to the balcony and made the handsign for the body-flicker technique. She felt a burst of speed as she ended up on the roof, and sprinted to the next, the moon in full overhead. Her scrolls weighed heavily on her, and she felt the weight of each one on her body. Even if they were miniturized, it wasn't physical weight she was talking about; it was the weight that a new scroll added, the expectations, and the strength required to hold each one. 