Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161203234959/@comment-30269418-20161205023418

Shiro was getting beat to high heaven and back. However, he'd throw himself over his mother's body, determined to protect her. One of the two ROOT shinobi would find themselves in for a nasty surprise as the strongest unique-blood, Gento Hikari, had finally returned to the village. The rage of the Hikari was strong. It seemed that, finally, with the death of their clan head, they had finally become united; realized that the mindless killing of family so easily was wrong. To honor Tayagane's memory, everyone was fighting together; the non-Hikari children were throwing stones at the other ROOT shinobi who was attacking Shiro. To a shinobi of that level it would be nothing more than a minor annoyance.

Meanwhile, when Keldran touched Tayagane's body, Sansa would go for Keldran's clone before stopping only inches before his face at a speed that made her blur. She'd sigh and drop her fist before looking down at him while the ROOT began to run at her. "Keldran. Where's...?" She was going to say Mugen, but perhaps they had parted from one another. Although Sansa didn't want to think it, there was another explanation in her mind. One that she didn't want to think about. Although she hadn't known Mugen at all, still... Tayagane had found Keldran important. And that meant he was an esteemed guest in Sansa's eyes, someone to care about. Tayagane had cracks all over her body as if she was made of glass, and as Keldran felt for a pulse, Sansa would land a massive kick into the stomach of the ROOT shinobi left of her, verifiably hurting some organs with the pained groan. The force was enough to break bones; this was her holding back. She wanted to knock one out and find out why. Why they'd pull this bullshit. To the ROOT shinobi to the right she'd throw him to the side. She'd turn back to Keldran, and if his shadow clone had dissapeared by now, she'd assume that he'd decided that the Hikari weren't worth it. Sansa would be disappointed in him, but she wouldn't speak against it. It was his choice if he wanted to turn his back on the dead and the dying, but she wouldn't. There were too many innocents here to do that; people who didn't even belong to the Hikari clan yet took their name. People who Tayagane had given a home and poured her love into. And if Keldran disrespected that, and decided to leave anyways, it only made sense that what had happened with Mugen had certainly been... something bad. However, it was no excuse for him to have simply abandoned them. She'd remember this, that a boy could change so easily and leave so much behind without a simple thought as to Tayagane's legacy nor what she'd been fighting to protect. She'd turn back to the ROOT shinobi; if the outsider wouldn't help them then she'd take on the weight of the clan all on her lonesome. She didn't know how far she'd get as the next head of the Hikari clan since she wasn't related by blood but they needed someone to unite under and this would be the time to show her strength to the clan, make them realize that she could lead them to the future Tayagane desired.

Akito was gone, that much was certain.

Chichi ran to assist Shiro and the children, her speed assisting her. She'd slam her elbow into the chest of the ROOT member who'd been pelted with sticks and stones as Gento crushed the other into a pulpy mass of red clumps using his blood. He'd grab her by the hair, yanking her to the side before slamming his fist into the side of her face. Chichi fell backwards, but caught herself, using her hands to do a sort of cartwheel to flip back on her feet.



With the real Keldran, he'd see a rare occurance. A boy leaned against a tree, unmoving, with short white hair. He was definetely Keldran's age. On his face was pasted hatred; he ignored Keldran and made no move to attack. Across from him, an older man stood, his face melancholic. The younger boy seemed to be a carbon copy of this man. He was older than Keldran, and only a whisper came from his lips. "Tayagane..." It was pained, full of hurt and longing. An expression the younger boy seemed to not know of. The boy would forever hate his mother, and he couldn't understand why his father could love such a woman. Luna would never forgive her.

It was clear they were there to simply observe; even though Keldran would find these white-haired people scattered across the forest as he traversed through it, simply stoic and unmoving, all of them with remorseful or upset expressions. They paid no mind to Keldran and would continue to do so as long as he wouldn't attack them randomly.

The battle of Yuka and Utau was not going well. Utau had a broken arm and Yuka could barely defend herself. It was clear that Utau was not going to make it if the fight continued to go on like this, but Yuka seemed to throw herself into the battle even harder. Despite their mutual hatred for one another when fighting side by side they seemed to manage to form some close unspoken bond.

Meanwhile, Minami sat, flicking her tail before standing up and walking towards the fighting. She had the power to fix their wounds. She was 'light'. She was 'good'. She was everything Akito wasn't, everything he was supposed to be. The older sister and the younger brother with ironically reversed roles. And yet, her hope waned, even though the hope that the Hikari had burned brightly as they fought for their lives. She was weak, not being able to help her clan. Only watching. Desperate.

And they called her the hope of the Hikari. There was no future for this clan if she was supposed to be the one to save them.