It was a damp day. Moisture clung to skin and clothing as the leaves trapped a dense layer of humidity beneath them. Most everything seemed to be about how she had left it before, not that she even cared about the state of affairs in the forest. Akio, the old hound with the eye patch was still following her. She was still not happy with him, but she was ignoring him since he wasn’t getting in her way at the moment.
”Hey there kid, Sorry about that near death stuff in the village. I promise that it really isn’t that bad. Your sister just has anger issues.” Akio tried to convince her, but he knew it was a losing argument. Komora acted more like an Inuzuka dog than a person. She was smart in her own way, but socially was not one of them.Still Akio could hardly believe that the legends of the Mochizuki being crazy as a bat was actually true. He sincerely was worrying for the safety for the village if there was a bunch of people like Tama that called themselves a clan. Hrm.. Komora on the other hand didn’t seem nearly as dangerous as those guys.
After regenerating from the brink of death Komora was feeling quite hungry. She had noticed something the other day that she was wandering around. It seemed possible to use her spiritual energy to search out and find prey. She paused for a moment in the woods and extended her chakra out as she focused on sensing the living beings nearby. There! She locked onto a signature. She wasn’t sure what it was but she was going to go investigate. She stuck to the shadows of the bushes as she snuck through the wooded lands. ”Hey stinky what are you doing?” Komora responded to the doggo’s question with a hiss. ”Alright, have it your way. Shutting up.”
When she peaked through the bushes she saw...
”Hey there kid, Sorry about that near death stuff in the village. I promise that it really isn’t that bad. Your sister just has anger issues.” Akio tried to convince her, but he knew it was a losing argument. Komora acted more like an Inuzuka dog than a person. She was smart in her own way, but socially was not one of them.Still Akio could hardly believe that the legends of the Mochizuki being crazy as a bat was actually true. He sincerely was worrying for the safety for the village if there was a bunch of people like Tama that called themselves a clan. Hrm.. Komora on the other hand didn’t seem nearly as dangerous as those guys.
After regenerating from the brink of death Komora was feeling quite hungry. She had noticed something the other day that she was wandering around. It seemed possible to use her spiritual energy to search out and find prey. She paused for a moment in the woods and extended her chakra out as she focused on sensing the living beings nearby. There! She locked onto a signature. She wasn’t sure what it was but she was going to go investigate. She stuck to the shadows of the bushes as she snuck through the wooded lands. ”Hey stinky what are you doing?” Komora responded to the doggo’s question with a hiss. ”Alright, have it your way. Shutting up.”
When she peaked through the bushes she saw...