It’s been months since Soru’s Genin exam, when she found out her beloved mentor and friend was brutally (she assumes) murdered. She had been replaced by a mad woman bent on kidnapping Soru and using her for some insane, evil plot that the young kunoichi didn’t understand let alone want any part in. This woman, the shaman known to Soru only as Kishin, killed several of Soru’s classmates in an attempt to expedite Soru’s hatred. She seemed to think that Soru’s need for revenge would bring out this hatred, and if it weren’t for the arrival of backup she would have slain Soru’s brother as well and perhaps her plan may have worked. She escaped of course, in a matter befitting a crazy lady. She made a spectacle of it; she made her presence known as she ran around the village only to bust out and find a nice hole in the desert to hide in. Since then only one group of Shinobi has gone in search of her, lead by Soru’s brother himself. They left shortly after Kishin’s attack and haven’t returned; there’s been no word on their whereabouts in some time.
Today Soru is plagued by the event in every waking moment of her life. She promised her brother that she wouldn’t give in to the hatred, and she would continue to fight in the manner that her mentor had tried to instill in her for all those years. She did everything she could to fight the darkness that was evidently stored somewhere deep inside her, waiting for her to mess up just once so it could sink it’s dark little hands into her brain. Living with a family made up almost exclusively of civilians has made it tough for her to get the proper guidance she needs to control this urge to seek revenge without giving up the power she seeks to protect those she loves. Which, coincidentally, brings us to Soru’s reason for showing up in the Toraono Dojo: Guidance. Her hopes are to find someone that can help her steer clear of the darkness and continue to embrace the light.
”Hello!” Soru shouts with wide open arms as she enters the main public area of the dojo. To her embarrassment the entrance she made gathers the attention of almost everyone currently inside. It’s nearly after noon now and there are still plenty of people training, meditating, and whatever else people do in this joint. She slowly lowers her arms but retains her smile in an attempt to retain her composure. It works well enough that she doesn’t flicker, but she almost loses her nerve and briefly forgets her intentions for coming here in the first place. She resets herself and allows the emotions to pass through her, acknowledging the feelings as they come but not allowing them to control her. She takes a deep breath and charges forward with a regained ambition.
”Excuse me,” Soru says as she approaches the person nearest to her. ”I’m looking for… Uhm, I’m not really sure. A person? A teacher!” Her words are shaky and her composition exposes a slight nervousness as she speaks. She’s unsure if her words offer any confidence in her ability to be taught, and with the last she flickers slightly as her excitement causes her to lose her control for a second. Hopefully whoever this person is can give her what she needs, or at least point her in the right direction.
Today Soru is plagued by the event in every waking moment of her life. She promised her brother that she wouldn’t give in to the hatred, and she would continue to fight in the manner that her mentor had tried to instill in her for all those years. She did everything she could to fight the darkness that was evidently stored somewhere deep inside her, waiting for her to mess up just once so it could sink it’s dark little hands into her brain. Living with a family made up almost exclusively of civilians has made it tough for her to get the proper guidance she needs to control this urge to seek revenge without giving up the power she seeks to protect those she loves. Which, coincidentally, brings us to Soru’s reason for showing up in the Toraono Dojo: Guidance. Her hopes are to find someone that can help her steer clear of the darkness and continue to embrace the light.
”Hello!” Soru shouts with wide open arms as she enters the main public area of the dojo. To her embarrassment the entrance she made gathers the attention of almost everyone currently inside. It’s nearly after noon now and there are still plenty of people training, meditating, and whatever else people do in this joint. She slowly lowers her arms but retains her smile in an attempt to retain her composure. It works well enough that she doesn’t flicker, but she almost loses her nerve and briefly forgets her intentions for coming here in the first place. She resets herself and allows the emotions to pass through her, acknowledging the feelings as they come but not allowing them to control her. She takes a deep breath and charges forward with a regained ambition.
”Excuse me,” Soru says as she approaches the person nearest to her. ”I’m looking for… Uhm, I’m not really sure. A person? A teacher!” Her words are shaky and her composition exposes a slight nervousness as she speaks. She’s unsure if her words offer any confidence in her ability to be taught, and with the last she flickers slightly as her excitement causes her to lose her control for a second. Hopefully whoever this person is can give her what she needs, or at least point her in the right direction.