Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30575150-20161207205422

-As the woman responded negatively towards him Naraku would find his brow at a furrow, he wanted to be supportive to his new friend and found his head cocked to the side as she swept the curtains of her hair to reveal in full blast the deformity that now plagued her with its grueling splendor. Despite her attempt to brandish her scar against him Naraku only looked on with curiosity. “You have strong eyes.” He noted that above all else. Forget her burns that scarred her deeply in the moment all Naraku could see was her strength as a Shinobi, the force of her will of fire burning with eternal youth.

“You’re definitely strong.” Naraku let a toothy grin form from his thin lips as he spoke with anticipation of her power clashing against his own. As friendly as he is Naraku at the end of the day is a dog of the military state and a glutton for combat desiring it even when he least expects to. Like a starved beast he seeks his fill of the meat called war and even in her frail injured form he could still sense dwelling inside her the power to usurp victory from even titans or so at least is how he reads her.

“This is sudden but will you be my friend?” The quickest way to war is friendship or Naraku has been led to believe thus his embarking down this Shinobi road. -