Hidden Leaf Village
She hated how arid her house felt whenever her father decided it was time to wield more weapons. a tradition that was passed down in his clan, he would do well to make sure that it was passed down and put to good use. The older man knew that his daughter would not be so keen on heeding tradition, but it was his responsibility to at least suggest it. It seemed he'd have to rely on the wiles of an outsider, curious about the arts of blacksmithing. It seemed, as if his daughter had grown up so fast before his eyes, and despite her fallbacks, she still managed to make him proud. The young girl was shuffling around her house rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, and faintly recognizing her father by a quiet groan, and then moving into the bathroom for her hygienic routine. She combed her short, and smooth dark hair back over her face, after she showered, and took to putting on some of her uniform. She would then walk out of the bathroom, acknowledging her father as he continued to hammer over the one room furnace with a medium sized hammer, and her mother who was already preparing breakfast for the family. Rie would eat first considering where she needed to go. She sat at the small table before the stove, and found a teamed bowl of white raw, with cooked egg spread across it, a bowl of miso soup, a tiny grilled fish, and green ta to top it off as a beverage. There was one thing that Rie hated missing, and that was her mother's cooking. like her father she politely acknowledges her, sautes her cooking, and devours her meal gratefully. She takes the rest of her time gathering her weapons, adjusting her kantana and ninjato, her satchel, and her smaller tanto knifes. She pulled on her sandals near the entrance of their house, looking back at the long hallway between the den, and the entrance, she slightly wished she talked more with her parents, after all she was graduating, something that should have been proud of. She pushed her hand against the door, and exited, free into the streets of Konohgakure.
"Well this is it...I'm finally becoming what I've always wanted to be."
She said aloud, she definitely was nothing to look at in terms of powerful ninjas, far less potential Hokage, she and her family were essential foreigners, refugees, from another nation, not to mention their clan names was essentially tarnished by the acts of those before them. They could have possibly been a danger to the Hidden Lead Village, but somehow the Hokage allowed for their refuge here. For that she and her family were grateful enough, though it wasn't like that same leniency was given to them by other people. All of this thinking, eventually led her to the Academy, which she found as something of a second home. She took in a deep breath before walking into class, before finally opening the door. From there she looked around rather curiously as to who was present, then took her seat next to some students she was hardly acquainted with. From here on out, making new friends wouldn't matter, would it?