by Ulfric Sun Sep 16, 2018 7:30 am
Collecting forgotten kunai and shuriken. A simple enough task. So simple the yokai wondered why this required a shinobi to begin with. Anyone with a bit of common sense knew they had to pick up weapons carefully, so anyone other than a shinobi could do this? Shuffling around the training field as she found the mission rather underwhelming, she'd crouch time and again to pick up lingering weapons with her small hands, black pools for eyes looking at the rusted weapons with little interest. If only they were in better shape, she could pocket a few to keep for herself as she had yet to earn anything at all to pay for her own shinobi gear.
The elders had told her what made a good shinobi but they had not given her anything. They expected her to grow but she couldn't help but feel all alone on that path. Just... lost and drifting. Never sure if what she saw was real and what she heard was the truth. Even after living in the Yokai's compound for three years, she still didn't dare to trust them as it could end up in a similar tale as that of the bandits. Or her parents. All of their lives coming to an end, abandoning her as she survived the ordeal on her own. Akari had come to believe that's just what it meant to be her. Dreams and lives were ultimately crushed under the presence of the yokai she was.
Picking up a handful of other shuriken, she noticed that several of those had been cut in half. Something sharp had cleanly cut through splendid looking weapons like it was butter. For a moment she'd try to match the pieces again. Making them whole so she could enjoy the beauty of completion, only to see it fall apart the very moment she let go of it. Broken and useless. She gathered them up and threw them in the cotton bag she carried with her. Moving on to the remains of a katana that had shared a similar fate. Cut in twain by an unknown force as well. The girl would sniff the remains as if that would give some insight to how it was destroyed but chakra couldn't be scented by a shinobi untrained still in sensory. Disappointed in the lack of an answer, she dumped the katana pieces in the bag as well.
As the bag eventually got filled with all kinds of sharp objects, some dangerously protruding through it, the yokai quietly left the training area, movement slow as the bag weighted her down quite a bit. It would take a long walk with several stops before she finally reached the smithy who, instead of happily greeting her, jumped away with a scare to draw his hot poker in defence before he realised Akari wasn't assaulting him. Head and shoulders drooped at the instinctive rejection of the man, he did nonetheless his best to apologise when he came to realise she was wearing Kumogakure's headband. Discomforted she'd give him the bag with all the gathered tools before quickly taking her distance. While he explained he was satisfied with her work and would commend her for a job well done, Akari had vanished by the time he lifted his head to look at her.
[EXIT]
552 wc
XP: 10 (solo mission)
