Kumogatarui Dobustu
Training Field 3Oddly enough, someone was watching Naoto and Tora from the trees, quietly peering down at the pair as they shared names. So this was her sensei and her team-mate... She didn't like it, the social interaction, she just wanted to be accepted without the awkwardness of greetings and introductions.
Hatake-sensei seemed nice enough, kindly posture and pretty simple style, probably not too judgemental of others so she had that going for her, it meant she wouldn't have to be as scared of making a bad impression. But she was still unsure about her, nor was she sure about the girl on her team. Long dark hair, like herself, maybe not that hard to get along with if she was similar enough... Maybe... She looked to be rather gentle compared to Hatake-sensei, this Naoto girl, apparently dedicated enough to be willing to train outside of missions and other team-based tasks like training sessions...
There was a spiky-haired boy coming their was as well, he seemed rough, maybe rude. But she'd spotted him roaming around the village earlier, so he couldn't be that bad, right?
She gently placed the tips of her fingers against a sturdy branch and waited a moment before she felt the webbing connect, then she lowered herself down from that branch, Only a few metres away from the two.
"Greetings Hatake Sensei, Naoto... kun... No, not kun... Senpai?" The strange girl, Kumogatarui, said as she lowered within their sight and her feet touched the ground, allowing her to release the webs she'd used to come down, she'd heard the other two give their introductions already so knew more or less what to say.
"I am Kumogatarui Dobustu, I am 15 years of age... I don't mind what you call me and I like looking after my pet spiders." She then dipped into a formal bow, waiting for them to respond.
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Niji Yakei
KumogakureNiji was waiting, sitting with a pensive expression on her face at the cliff she'd fought at a while ago... It felt like forever ago now, but she remembered what happened here clearer than day, fighting that anti-shinobi samurai whilst falling down the cliff when trying to escape. She felt wrong since then, having killed him for the sake of others and the ideals of a culture that thrived on conflict... He'd been right that all shinobi were good for was killing one another.
Since then Niji had acquired a new weapon, a sword forged and made the wrong way around, the blade being within the curve and the blunt side being on the outside of the curve. A sword that was literally reversed, the only way it allowed for killing was if she chose to turn it and kill someone, now she would merely bruise flesh and break bones with it, those were at least survivable. She didn't feel good about being a shinobi anymore, she didn't
want to be one anymore, but she would carry on because what else could she do now? She couldn't just go to a normal life, she wasn't capable of a normal civilian life, she was trained for fighting, for killing... For being a pawn of a village's leader, fighting in their stead and going to war at their behest.
Even the books she was once so invested in were proving to be unable to distract her from the reality of her situation, she kept reading them over and over though as it was habit now, but aside from when she read the intimate parts, she didn't feel a lot from it. She was still dwelling too heavily on the words of the last person she'd willingly slain, it had really broken her resolve, she was even starting to slacken in training and sometimes just flat-out avoiding her sensei, Shinichi.
Did he even understand her dilemma? Or would he just offer a drink to help her forget all her problems? Who even knew anymore, Kamiria was kept at home to be looked after by her family and Niji couldn't really think of anyone else she knew who would want to deal with her like this. She could probably disappear if she wanted to, she could go rogue and try to find something good to live for instead of this village.
Not that she would. What could she do to get by day-to-day outside of the village, visit smaller villages and do work for a place to stay? It would be a waste of what she was, perhaps she could just go on a hunt for other rogues, remove them from the world until she bit off more than she could chew. There was no use thinking about it, she didn't have the guts to do something like that, to work herself to death hunting down shinobi whom were a threat to everyone. She wouldn't, too selfish for that.
Quietly, Niji just lowered her head and looked down the cliff with a sigh, despite everything this place had meaning to her now, it was her quiet place where nothing happened and where she wouldn't be bothered by anyone.
"A new purpose would be nice... I can't just say I wont kill anyone unless I can convince others that it's a good ideal. I mean it's not pacifism, but it's pretty close."