Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27079171-20161221220656/@comment-30269418-20161221230345

She'd been in the dining chamber with her Grandmother all. Morning. She didn't become a shinobi to read over boring damn books about how to run the company or how to behave towards your husband or how to play a musical instrument or how to entertain guests. In other words, she wanted to learn how to fight, much to her Grandmother's disdain. So, when a servant entered and explained the arrival of a Hyuga, she dashed out of her seat despite her Grandmother's venomous tongue.

She had no time for all of that, not right now! Of course, she hadn't had a chance to change into her shinobi clothing, nor to remove her glasses from reading, but she still had weapons on her and that was enough. Of course, since she was running normally, unlike how shinobi usually ran, she'd simply look like some fragile noble.

However, this was proven false when she met face-to-face with an obstacle; she grinned. Challenge! Challenge was what being a shinobi gave her. Everything else was simple, laid-out for her. But being a kunoichi, that was what would change. She could control this part of her life. Her brother really thought he hand a one-up on her when he mentions the fact she can't fend for herself.

The obstacle was simple; a cart transporting some sort of produce. She could make it, right? By now she was probably turning some heads, but she didn't care. Right now she wasn't Chisa Setsuna, she was simply Chisa, living a life she desired overall. She didn't have to contain her behavior and she could run if she damn well wanted to, even though her form of running was delicate. Old habits die hard.

However, she did a brilliant slide underneath the cart, not caring if she got dirty. She was so beside herself in excitement that all of her mannerism training went out of the window; a princess was able to do whatever they wanted anyways, right? And that's what she was.

Her speed seemed to increase slightly as she dashed for the Hokage's building, unable to contain herself. Screw acting ladylike, at least until she got there! She'd been locked inside all day!

She'd finally reach the top of the building, gasping for air, full of excitement and vigor. She'd collapse to her knees, panting softly, trying to catch some air. "H...Here..." She'd say, excitement clear in her eyes.