Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170816100345/@comment-29669163-20170816233517

~Previously  When Deucalion stopped to address Yahiko, she'd pause, glancing towards his Sister Deucalia, who took his arm and smiled at his speech that he had given Yahiko, When Yahiko heard his intentions, she'd widen her eyes."...Wait, you're serious? " She'd question before looking from left to right before offering him a smile." ...Then I'll root for you." She'd respond to him before following him to the open space. ~Now As the children displayed their fire release Jutsu's, Yahiko would casually clap her hands, rather than yell and cheer she'd simply clap for their success and right of passage. All while watching Yahiko would make sure to pay close attention to the old women who looked like twins, the younger but still older looking one and the man with a strong face. While they spoke, she'd simply listen, honestly since her mother died giving birth to her and her father sold her off to be a family with a bunch of mercenaries who gruelling and harshly trained her, she never was raised with many Uchiha if any none, only her father for a short period of time, there for the history of her clan was something she didn't particularly know of, sad to say, and a bit naive, but if you were taught then you weren't taught. As Five people stepped up to challenge the right of Uchiha Lord, Yahiko would have felt the urge to wish to walk up as well but for now, she stayed put. However, when Deucalion moved up front, she'd   admire him a little bit more for his reasons for wanting to do this. However... As the Guren person stepped up tot he plate, even going so far as to step in front of the ones who wished to achieve the honourable charging roll of Uchiha lord. Yahiko was edgy, but this man had a lot of nerves. It was then that she stood, she was probably bat shit crazy for doing this, but she wanted to there for she'd step up, long raven locks moving with the wind the carried it back, her skin was a pale ivory, her eyes the color of dark blood, and her figure was thin yet curvy where it mattered. Her beauty surpassed the other women whom also had long dark hair. Two Katanas rested at her back as well as a pouch which held her various poisons. Stepping up to the plate, she'd take a stand next to Deucalion, even if she was weak, she didn't take a liking to the man who stood superior to them, let alone Deucalion, so in a sense, she would also partake but she was mostly there to support him. If he looked to her, she'd simply offer him a nervous grin.