Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160323031406/@comment-25072069-20160323070352

“Seika, rather you know it or not. You have something inside you. Something that no matter what happens to you, will be with you for ever. You are a Sarutobi that carries a will of fire, that surpasses our own Clan. Maybe even surpasses that of all ninja in the leaf. Never lose hope in your will…”



Her fathers words repeated them self over and over in her mind… ‘I carry a will off fire, something that no one can take from me… I will bring pride to my Clan. Not only that, I will put all my love into this village. This village that I have grown up in my entire life, my home and my paradise’ Seika thought to herself as she could hear the wind whisper to her… “You are ready.”



Opening her eyes she was in the main training grounds of the leaf, today was such a lovely day. Seika never stayed in on these days, HECK she never stayed in on bad ones either. Day and night she was training or teaching her students. In reality Seika was such a busy women. However it was not something she complained about entirely. She adored it, she thrived off the will to protect. She admits all the time that she is addicted to training. A passionate women indeed, someone who could be kind and understanding. Yet, also a women that could turn into a ruthless, cold hearted beast. The change only took something her father always taught her… “As a shinobi, you must not fight with your heart. You must never let your emotions get in the way.” In a new shinobi world it seems harsh, but for Seika it was a law. A law that she would never break because she was nothing more than a sacrificial piece to a game of shogi. Seika did not care if she sacrificed herself to save the village, if needed be; she would cut her own heart out for her home.



In fact, she was so deeply in tune with her destiny to protect her village. Her parents even thought she was going over board but nothing would stop this strong, confident, radiant women. Not even a man. She was known as a woman that cared more about beating man, then actually dating them. It came to the point where people really wanted to question if she was really human at all? It was not like she never thought about finding love or experiencing it, however she never really thought of it as a thing to be experienced without a goal behind it. She pondered the idea when she thought about ways to pass her will of fire down, so children was a pro in her eyes. Many wondered why she was so fixated in the village rather then live a life.



It was simple, her father was strict. For years her Father and Mother, Ren and Akiko Sarutobi where great assets to the leaf. Strong shinobi that always were away on missions, so the young Seika was raised by a nanny. If anyone knew her well enough, they knew that Seika was the biggest trouble maker of the leaf as a academy student. She pulled pranks on everyone, she even tried it with the Hokage, failed classed all the time. Not to mention she got into fights with classmates everyday, vandalized and most of all disrespected her village as a whole. It was not until her parents had come home and realized just the amount of chaos she was creating in the village. From that day on her father was a her sensei, that pushed Seika further then she should have been pushed. He was harsh, hateful but most of all a soul crusher as she grew. Seika did not have a childhood, although deep inside she was a social butterfly. Her days consisted and still do now of training. Many believed Ren was being abusive, but Seika refused to give up… She could not do it. That was definitely not an option, she had a clan to run when her father believed she was ready so it was no time for foolishness. Seika most of all was picked and burned under her fathers feet, he was never please-able. Never once did he acknowledge her strength, even when it was evident she was advanced then her other class mates by a landslide.



Instead of it killing her inside… Instead of it making her give up… It made her realize that pleasing him was never the goal she had been seeking because no matter what he was that way to teach her that even if you are strong, there is still room for improvement and that was a huge breakthrough… something she came to realize with time. Also as she growed she was surrounded by Sarutobi’s… people that died and sacrificed for a Will. Not just any will… The will of fire. Sarutobi’s were known to hold it so strongly but also known for their exceptional strength and loyalty. She was integrated into a culture she decided to marry; it was worthy of such dedication, such sacrifice. Not only of her physical life, but her spiritual one as well.



Till this day, Seika does not regret a singe training session. She does not ask for an apology, because at the end of the day… The only person that had lead her down that path and made her as strong as she is today was her father. An excellent teacher… Mentor, even if he was harsh and inhumane. Seika would not take it back for the world. She realized that when her father finally acknowledged her for the first time when she came back from a masked man mission.



“I am an embodiment of fire…” she whispered to herself quietly.



<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Today, Seika decided to do something peaceful and rewarding. She was sitting in a mediation pose, overtop a wooden board. Balancing her body weight on a stone cone about 10 meters tall, this was a practice to challenge her own concentration. She was fairly good at this already, however it brought her a certain peace she could not explain. She guessed it was because she was surrounded by the beautiful nature the leaf village harboured. Continuing this practice for a few minutes her concentration allowed her to sense people arriving in the area. Looking down  from her spot she saw two males arrive, they seemed to be secretaries of sort.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Sarutobi, Seika?” One of them called out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yes, How my I help you today?” Her tone was polite but very unemotional.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“The Hokage requests you to his office…” The other spoke in a very friendly tone.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Nodding she took a signal breathe of fresh air before she jumped into the air. Having the board collapse on the floor snapping to pieces, she reappeared holding the pointed tip of the cone with her left hand. Completely centred her body became weightless, she balanced like a bird on a heavy car about to fall off a ledge. Smiling her legs lifted and pointed to the sky, while her rib cage contracted and stretched. Taking one last breathe she pushed off with her one hand, moving away from the cone. Flipping onto her feet lightly. Today was certainly a wonderful day, she wondered what the Hokage had in store for her… Maybe a mission. That would be fun… Honestly she was ready for anything. Her father always taught her to never leave her weapons behind because anything can happen at any moment… And for her goal to become reality of her being one of best kunoichi the leaf has ever seen, she needed to comply to this. So Seika wore her usual attire; including her light black sweater over top her black t-shirt, with black shorts that connected to black thigh-high stockings—Finishing off with black ankle ninja shoes. It was funny because her father wondered why all she ever wore was black. Seika never had an answer… other then thinking it made her look bad ass. In all Seika was a beautiful young woman, many were astonished that she was still single. She inherited her mothers pesky spirt and outstanding jet black hair. Although it was not shown to many people, she had extremely long hair that she always had up in a bun, held together by chopsticks. Seika also has straight cut bangs hanging just above her eyes, that are known to be a focal part about her. Her eyes were a mix of her mothers and fathers, gold and green. She was truly exotic for words…

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Here we are…” After walking a few minutes she arrived to the Hokage’s building with the secretaries who simply eyed this women. She barely gave them a smile, this was a normal habit of hers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“We are to escort you to the rooftop” they told her normally and she nodded.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Once reaching the rooftop she would see a young girl, the Hokage, Konoha elders, another  man she did not know… and lastly her father; Ren Sarutobi. Confused she showed no weakest, walking up to them she naturally had great posture and wonderful manors. Seika could feel her fathers eyes piercing the back of her head… She had to admit she was more frightened of displeasing him then anything else. So she blocked him out of her mind and focused at the task at hand. Looking to the Hokage, she bowed respectfully and listened to his every word. Shocked he had chosen her and his daughter to be his possible successors. Although she did not show a thread of emotion, she was crying in the inside. Seika was so honoured, so proud to stand there and represent her village. ‘Hokage… If I do become it. I promise on everything this world has to offer… I will do everything in my power to become worthy of such a title’ Seika thought to herself as she nodded and walked away from her opponent. ‘Kinshi, it will be an honour to fight you… even if I fail’ she smiled as she turned and eyed the women. Oh boy was she ready, she had everything with her… in terms of weapons she carried all her necessities— In her first pouch that was attached to her left thigh held 10 kunai and her chakra blades. Then in her 1st of 2 pouches attached to her lower back held 10 shurikans, while the last pouch held her 3 smoke bombs and 2 paper bombs.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Will of Fire, Burn bright” she whispered as the council including her father went on top of a just butterfly to watch them from up high distance. Already having scanned the area it seemed they could do anything and the village would be safe… So Seika did not worry. She wondered just how nervous this girl was… She was young but most likely strong, fighting in front of the Hokage that happened to be her father. Seika already began analyzing her every move, right from when she first saw her. Either way, she was confident but not enough to make her cocky… She was in her home— she felt centred. Most of all honoured, she would not take this lightly and of course would not fight with her heart. Looking over to her opponent she bowed in respect and seika did so at the same time, just before the girl would have gone into an upright position, Seika took off before she could notice. She was so concentrated so filled with this ‘will’ she adored that she was completely focused around her. Running at a quick pace her eyes had already spotted her fingers slipping into her bag. ‘Nah uhh, uhhhh’ She thought to herself she quickly grabbed her chakra blades from her thigh pouch slipping them into her knuckles. Looking straight into the girl eyes with her own, Seika was fearless; she almost looked like a phoenix flying free… This was her sanctuary and no matter what she would dominate it and make not only her father proud but her whole clan as well. Ready for anything this kunoichi was on her toes using skilled foot work to get to her as quick as possible. Only seconds away from Kinshi where she would have taken out whatever weapon she was grabbed that Seika was ready for, deciding to get a little interesting.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Concentrating her chakra, it swelled into her chakra blades and localized flames spiralled around them, she was using her fire nature. Deciding on a combined attempt, Seika would use her left hand to upper cut into a side ways motion that if where to hit her would most likely seem to her like she was going to cut her chest region but used it in a way that the blade would just miss her body with the timing, where she would then use it to mask her right hand… Cutting below to the left in a horizontal manor, where it would hit her mid-abdomen region. Which indeed was her real attack.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">She did not doubt this young kunoichi’s strength, there was no way she would be in the running for such a position if she did not have the power and potential. However Seika’s main thing was her intelligence and tactics, it’s fairly easy for her to learn how a person fights just by a simple reaction and how they are. Seika already starting thinking what she could possibly do… She was a senju and Seika knew that water style and earth was prominent in that clan. She knew this because not only had her father trained her ninjutsu and other physically things… He taught her out to use her mind. From a young age, Ren taught her the history of Konoha and all about its major clans. This way she was prepared from day one strategizing what to do in hard situations… Mostly she knew this girl would react in some sort of manor that would easily give off who she was as s person/fighter, where she would then use it against her immediately or latter on when needed. So in the end even if she did not get a hit she would still get something out of it. Ready for any rebounds or interception, it was almost like everything was in slow motion for her… she was so focused and so prepared for something like this, that she hoped Kinshi would be ready to confront Seika’s ultimate will of fire… So if she did get hit with said attacks, instantly the the flames of her fire nature chakra flow would incinerate her flesh and leave deep scars. Also would have to be careful of the crazy flame catching clothing or what not… if they get close enough for sure it would leave burns.