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Shabriri
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"I remember the unfaithful mission that tore me away from my Village, Jōmae. The Hidden Village of Locks that I remained loyal to since the moment I was given life. It was a choice I had to make, for the sake of the rest I grew to care for; yet it destroyed the name I once held so proudly. Even till this day, there is no telling if any of it was worth the events. Suna, it became more of a chilling call rather than a place one could thrive in my eyes..."
Gentle breeze occupied Konoha Village, a spirit's touch in the guise of the wind. Golden locks of hair swaying with the breeze as the sun reflected off of dangling diamonds. Each step was noble-like, posture was straight and a faint, shadow aura followed in her steps. She was protective and clearly hiding something deep within her mind. A wrapped Shinken rested at her side, draped in excessive leather straps that seemed as if they had no purpose other than to sway with her step. The Shinken's straps matched those similar on her arms and waist.
Each step was like a jump through time, as she carried her elegance highly. As she knew it well yet not at all. Dust from the cracked, earthen paths blew past her feet, she looked towards the outer buildings of the village. Shops lined up, yet business was slow adding a dull hour to their day. There she caught eye of a man, one that carried such a familiar face yet nothing could come to mind. Just then, a lively green leaf from the forest nearby glided past her aqua eyes. The unsheathing of a simple blade cut through the wind behind her, time slowed as her eyes glanced across towards the familiar man. Expression remained calm. Before the one behind her could make any successful move, she was gone with the wind.
Quickly, sprinting against the once gentle breezes, she headed towards the forest. One could not allow such a disturbance be had in Konoha, nor could she afford to be seen down upon any further. With a graceful leap, she pulled her arms back as the once resting straps were now dangling down. Then she threw her arms forward spending the straps flying like a whip of sorts, latching on to the first branch that stretched out before the forest. The woman begun to swing herself from branch to branch, jumping on to some, leaping off of others and snatching on to most. Trees raced past her as she raced past them, trying to lead the danger away. Heels of her shoes pierced branches, earrings danced wildly through the rush and eyes were focused ahead.
At a careless move, she snatched on to a weakened branch from natural events causing her to lose a second of balance. A second is all one would need to strike and the moment was taken. The unknown being threw a kunai at the core of her leather straps piercing into the branch. This caused the branch to break under the increasing pressure sending her down to the ground. Without a split second, the woman managed to recuperate and land on her feet. There was no time to waste, and faced her enemy with courage. Every strap laid on the ground eagerly, placing her dreaming hands on the base of her Shinken. Fear lingered in her posture yet she stared face to face with her opponent. They were covered in ragged cloth and their face was masked blankly, making identification difficult. The being took a step towards her, and she clutched her sword tighter...
Gentle breeze occupied Konoha Village, a spirit's touch in the guise of the wind. Golden locks of hair swaying with the breeze as the sun reflected off of dangling diamonds. Each step was noble-like, posture was straight and a faint, shadow aura followed in her steps. She was protective and clearly hiding something deep within her mind. A wrapped Shinken rested at her side, draped in excessive leather straps that seemed as if they had no purpose other than to sway with her step. The Shinken's straps matched those similar on her arms and waist.
Each step was like a jump through time, as she carried her elegance highly. As she knew it well yet not at all. Dust from the cracked, earthen paths blew past her feet, she looked towards the outer buildings of the village. Shops lined up, yet business was slow adding a dull hour to their day. There she caught eye of a man, one that carried such a familiar face yet nothing could come to mind. Just then, a lively green leaf from the forest nearby glided past her aqua eyes. The unsheathing of a simple blade cut through the wind behind her, time slowed as her eyes glanced across towards the familiar man. Expression remained calm. Before the one behind her could make any successful move, she was gone with the wind.
Quickly, sprinting against the once gentle breezes, she headed towards the forest. One could not allow such a disturbance be had in Konoha, nor could she afford to be seen down upon any further. With a graceful leap, she pulled her arms back as the once resting straps were now dangling down. Then she threw her arms forward spending the straps flying like a whip of sorts, latching on to the first branch that stretched out before the forest. The woman begun to swing herself from branch to branch, jumping on to some, leaping off of others and snatching on to most. Trees raced past her as she raced past them, trying to lead the danger away. Heels of her shoes pierced branches, earrings danced wildly through the rush and eyes were focused ahead.
At a careless move, she snatched on to a weakened branch from natural events causing her to lose a second of balance. A second is all one would need to strike and the moment was taken. The unknown being threw a kunai at the core of her leather straps piercing into the branch. This caused the branch to break under the increasing pressure sending her down to the ground. Without a split second, the woman managed to recuperate and land on her feet. There was no time to waste, and faced her enemy with courage. Every strap laid on the ground eagerly, placing her dreaming hands on the base of her Shinken. Fear lingered in her posture yet she stared face to face with her opponent. They were covered in ragged cloth and their face was masked blankly, making identification difficult. The being took a step towards her, and she clutched her sword tighter...