Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161228101349

It had been about two days since Chisa had left the Setsuna. She had nothing. Nothing other than the clothes on her back and the katana and hidden blades she carried.

It was a dreary day; the drizzle of the rain had become a crashing, roaring, pouring rainfall. Almost as painful as hail on the skin with the pressure it held. It was around midnight - one in the morning, but Chisa couldn't keep track of time.

She leaned against a tree. She was getting pretty hungry; she didn't eat a lot in the first place. There was an amount of fatigue that was setting in that was almost impossible to deny. She was also getting sick. She wasn't used to sleeping outside nor would she ever be. She'd slump forwards, a weakened cough coming from her throat.



Why did she endure this...? That's right. Because she left her family. She wouldn't go back. She had felt what it was like at the top from the beginning of her life, what it was like to be pampered and pretty. This was the other end, the one she was knocked down to.

There was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Perhaps she could talk to her sensei but it was doubtful as they barely knew each other and her teammates hadn't even spoken more than two sentences to her outside of training.

Nowhere to go, nothing to be, and yet she was still here. Weak, having her little struggle against sickness, but still alive. Still somewhat well. She'd struggle to stand but fall back down, her head filled with an unbearable, dizzy pounding. She could endure. Only a couple more days, she could endure. She'd never been put in a position like this. Loneliness had set in about a day ago but her will would not bend, not for this. 