Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-27973212-20160515000555

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Kin: A small female stood upon a lamp post, a black cloak masking her figure as she watched the angry mob as they grew closer to the Hokage’s Mansion. Within the shadows of her hood she wore a smile, her head tilting as she continued watching them yell aloud with their frustrations. Aggressive rain drops pelted the woman but she paid no mind.

A gentle breeze pushed past the female as she hopped to a rooftop, her body following the crowd as they closed in. Her movements caused her cloak to swirl around her, clearly she was the odd one in the crowd due to the bizarre clothing choice. “So loud..” she whispered, her lips curling more as she absent mindedly picked at her flesh through the thin pocket. “So angry..” her lips pursed as she squatted down upon one of the roofs slopes, giving her a clear view of the situation taking place. Kin’s spine curled as hunched over, as she continued to observe the crowd as they marched through the courtyard. “Hm..”

‘They bring up valid points.’ she huffed softly as her pink hues shifted to the ground as she jumped to the courtyard. ‘Surely this will be entertaining.’ The wicked smile grew as she lagged behind the angry mob, making sure that none of the mob member had been around her.

Instantly, sheets of paper peeled and changed color, giving the woman a different appearance. With careful steps she entered behind the mob and pushed her way into the middle. She stood there motionless, her now crystal blue eyes burning as she awaited the Hokage to show himself.

‘Now we wait..’ 

Kin’s main intention was to collect information, and to ease her curiosity. Plus with her being there, if something was to break out she could attempt to subdue all those who seeked blood for their loss. For her personally she hadn’t cared much on the matter…No she came from somewhere else and was still growing accustom to Konohagakure and their ideals. Surely the leader of this Village would handle the situation promptly.

 [Song End ]

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Shijo & Kazu Hatake: “I’m sorry this is all we could find..” The words were bitter, empty as the shinobi held out the White Light Chakra Saber to the white haired male. His reaction was that of astonishment as he grabbed the blade with a shaky hand, slowly he crumbled to the ground, clutching the item closely to his chest as shockwaves of pain pulsed through his veins. “She died with honor..” The shinobi’s bottom lip quivered as he took off, leaving the old Hatake alone.. With a slow motion he stood up and walked to the front room. Absently he approached a photograph of Yasu from the festival, something he had forced her to do..but that was one of the only things he had from her. With a shaky palm he picked it up and gazed deeply, his eyes flowing with tears that seemed to never end. Though one thing turned his attention aware, the sound of a familiar voice calling to him in hope to pull him out of that darkness.

“S..Shijo.” It was feminine, and as Shijo turned to see the figure he’d be met with the sight of Kazu, his wife. The mere sight of her caused his brows to furrow before he fell to his knees sobbing violently. “No…” she called out, running to him quickly and without hesitation she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he roared in sorrow.

“It’s all my fault Kazu…I did this to us..I-I” she stopped him immediately. “No…Shijo you did what you needed to, I see that now…I’m just as guilty for the things I’ve done…But this is our daughter, our baby girl…” Shijo’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly as they sobbed together, the tanto resting on Shijo’s lap. “I just wish I told her I loved her more, I..I’m a monster.” She whispered, her face pressing against the man’s torso as he held her. “You were angry at me for what I did..” he whispered, his slender fingers tangling through the long mess of black locks. “But you are right, this isn’t about us, and our differences…this is about Yasu.” His eyes closed tightly as more hushed sobs left his lips. It was then…the idea of revolution struck him and he stood up, grabbing Kazu’s hand. “We are getting answers…We deserve them.” He said, looking directly into the dark green eyes. Kazu only gave a nod as he pulled her out of the home.



The rain was violent…angry, and as the broken family attempted to pull themselves together, they came to see something even more tragic…They weren’t alone. No…A more lives were taken…More than the two parents wanted to believe. They followed the crowd, Shijo’s hand locked with Kazu’s. For the woman she finally saw what she had lost, what she took for granted. The pain and sorrow she felt must’ve been almost exactly what Yasu dealt with, but the child was so much stronger than that. She rarely cried, and all she wanted was to make Shijo and herself proud, to make Konoha proud. Kazu missed out on a lot of it due to her addiction and it was time that could never be given back… Kazu knew that the loss of Yasu would haunt her for the rest of time, and she knew Shijo felt the same pain. Never had she seen him so heart broken, so lost…Alas the man kept pushing forwards for what he believed in…Just like Yasu did and it was in that moment Kazu herself had finally began to see it too…