Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28929139-20170709194714

Four years seemed to fly by like birds floating past a window, the months passed by like seconds. Kideme had left the village and stayed away for months at a time and in all that time she hadn't trained much. Well, she had in a sense, but by most people's standards, dancing, running, and fighting was not considered training.

Today that would change, but after being back in the village for so long, Kideme wanted a change of scenery. Konoha was a beautiful village and it was her home, but after being exposed to so many cultures, Kideme tried to get out whenever she could. So instead of going off to the training field as she might have done before, she took off for someplace that was out of town without being exceptionally far. Kogakure.

The Land of Steel was only a place Kideme had been to once but her father had lived there during the war. He mentioned how his sister had eventually left home and made her own place in the woods but he had never seen it. Kideme didn't know what she was looking exactly but that was where she'd train today.

She took off for the metal metropolis at a run and eventually fell into cruise control at a jog, letting the time pass and the wind catch through her long hair. Eventually Kideme would reach it and now began the true exploration. There was a nice patch of woody areas all around and Kideme started east to work her way around until after perhaps an hour....she found it.

At the mouth of a very large oak tree, Kideme saw the makings of a camp. There was a HUGE spill of needles, metal and weapons everywhere. Why, there was even a homemade smelting pit and forging bellows. Kideme did remember how his father had a rather poignant recalling of how her aunt Tak publically disowned her family in front of the Lord Hokage himself and disavowed her family to serve the Fumas to become a sword forger. And now here she was, nearly twenty years later. It was evident that by the presence of how haphazardly all the broken swords, needles and clothing that laid around that the camp had long since been abandoned. Kideme was happy to see too that it had remained untouched. But well, that all changed when she went over to pick up a giant needle. A smile spread across her face as she felt the metal in her static in her hands. It was a homemade weapon, but Kideme could practically taste the thick blanket of silver sitting over black steel. A signature mark of Sagara forgery. 