Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26068742-20161225054615/@comment-24714922-20161225060508

It was a relatively quiet night in Konoha. Late enough that most streets were empty and the street lights were switched on. Takahiro however was still out and about, taking the quietness of the village as a chance to just clear his mind. A lot of interesting things had happened lately, the most prominent one was the strange encounters he’d had with Chisa Setsuna. He absently rolled the tuft of hair that fell between his eyes, smiling at the fond memories of his time with Chisa that it brought.

Takahiro was about 5ft 5 in height with an athletic build and lightly bronzed skin. His shoulder length messy hair was jet black and his eyes were just as dark. He wore his standard attire consisting of a black tight fitting sleeveless top, standard issue shinobi pants made of dark grey fabric and his black ninja tabi. Strapped to his waist were two pouches that contained his tools and a tanto was strapped to his lower back in a horizontal fashion with the handle facing his right. Around his neck was a necklace with the Uchiha clan symbol hanging at the center of his chest.

Takahiro was one of the members of Team Instinct and one of the more talented shinobi in his generation of genin, more than that he was a member of the main Uchiha family, essentially resulting in him being the heir to the clan. He walked quietly down the darkened streets on Konoha, making his way slowly back to the Uchiha compound, he wasn’t too fussed about his surroundings and seemed to be mumbling to himself “… Go and see her … late … maybe some …” it was hard to tell what he was saying.