Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27079171-20161221220656/@comment-30269418-20161222201059

He began to let off insults one by one, calling Nanalu boring.

"I did not ask you to call me Princess," She stated, coldly. "It is what I am known as. Whether you choose to acknowledge that or not is your choice; not mine. You see, you may think me a rich snob but I chose to become a kunoichi. My Grandmother is the one who taught me all of these mannerisms, so if I may say, give me a chance. I'm here to get stronger. Respect is something I have for you as my sensei, but for all its worth, if you really see me that way then I'm here to thrash your expectations around and come out on top." She'd bow, but she'd not apologize. She chose this for herself and if he was going to be this way, then so be it. She'd only have to aim for higher than what he thought she could do. "I will get stronger. I will surpass all expectations. I will not give up being a kunoichi because my grandmother has an opinion. I will not back down because someone tells me to. In this case, neither of us give two 'shits' what each other's family does." Her eyes were like daggers; she knew that she was treading on dangerous territory but she was insulted. She still didn't apply the rule her grandmother had taught her. She didn't care.

Obelisk was up next. Their sensei pinched the bridge of his nose, which was possibly a sign of annoyance. Obelisk was pretty straight-forwards.

She did have a question to ask, however, which she'd ask after Nanalu's, who seemed to ask something... strange. About food. Why...?

"I'd like to ask none of you to treat me like I am a 'princess'. There's a reason that I'm here. It's to escape from what my family wants from me. I feel, inwardly, that I am not yet strong enough, built enough, to be called that. My family, random people on the street... I want to be worth my title, and with the level of strength I have now that's impossible. So, can you help me?" She aimed the last bit towards her sensei. She couldn't hold back, and even if her grandmother had taught her to never drop any sort of hint on how she was feeling about anything to a stranger, she knew that she wasn't going to get stronger if she didn't learn the one lesson her mother had been trying to teach her. She knew, at least, she had to put aside some of her ego to ask for help.

Of course, she still thought Obelisk was ugly and scary. That hadn't changed. Hence why she'd progressively been getting closer to their sensei and further away from Obelisk. Dark hair, creepy eyes... he was definetely a zombie.