Board Thread:Hidden Leaf Village/@comment-24937485-20191126200002/@comment-35560612-20191126211542

It had been quite a tiring day as it usually was. Madoka helped out in the smithy with her dad while her younger sister helped out her mother at home; it was the same old same old. Just as Madoka was setting the blade in the water, making sure the steam didn’t get near her face, she’d wipe some sweat off her forehead with the back of her glove before walking back to the entrance of the smithy. It nice and cool outside, nothing compared to the harsh heat of the furnace.

“Madoka.” Her face perked up and quickly looked over to her father. He was tall and built like a muscular bear with a beard. “Yessir?” Feeling a large hand on top of her head made her jump, it was rare of him to show affection. “Good work today. Go train.” A smile would creep into her face, her shift was over! Sure she was exhausted from the work, but that just means she could push herself harder to train! “Thank you dad, I’ll be back in time for dinner!” Quickly running down the hill and out of her compound, she’d make her way towards one of the training grounds closest to her.

It wasn’t till she heard chattering and mumbles from people as she skidded to a stop, seeing a ground form around two loud... pedestrians? Stepping on a nearby set of boxes, she’d squint to see a merchant...and Zhiro??? Madoka would sigh, about to let him deal with the situation on his own till she saw the guards. “...I guess I’ll save him…” she’d say, hopping off the boxes and shoving her way through the crowd.

Seeing the merchant bulge his muscles, it reminded her of her dad as she quickly hugged Zhiro’s arm. “Daring there you are! You didn’t forget our date, RIGHT?” She’d make it to where only he could see her wink, basically begging him to play along. “I’m so sorry sir, I hope he wasn’t being too much of a prick! He’s just been so stressed lately. Anyway, we should be going!” Madoka would smile at the merchant, it was as if it could light up a room. If it worked, Madoka would drag Zhiro from the crowd and towards the training grounds where they were out of sight and mind from that area. She’d quickly let him go and flick his forehead, “Are you trying to die? You almost got arrested too by the way.” Madoka would shake her head as she made her way up the trail to the training field.