Chijimatsu never really had a chance to live an energetic or free lifestyle, though now that she's moved to the Kumogakure she finds herself wandering more than usual. Finding herself standing beneath the shadow of Aion is odd for her, having no idea who the man was. Chijimatsu hasn't seen much in terms of the history of Shinobi, and even now she hardly knows who the Kage are. Her gaze covers the courtyard, only stopping when she's sighted an empty bench. Her lanky figure strides towards it and she goes to take a seat, pulling the large axe off of her back and leaning it against the side of the bench that's closest to her. One leg crosses over the other and Chijimatsu leans back, admiring the sight of Aion. She wonders to herself if it would be taxing to be that large, even some shinobi today make her grateful for her agile figure.
She hasn't heard much from Jashin as of late, her mind free to wander the places it wants to. That doesn't change the fact that she still thinks about him though. The way she sees her master, or the God that calls himself Jashin is as a sort of friend, one that demands her to do things she doesn't want to. He's misunderstood by the outside world, to Chijimatsu it's easy to not do as he says, as long as she gives him a sacrifice every so often. If she doesn't call on the power he has to offer her, then why would she give him what he wants? "A plaza full of people? Seems like a place to spill a lot of blood..." The voice rings through her head like someone's just slammed a mallet against a gong. Her head shakes and she pushes the urge down, not wanting to destroy her new life before she even has a chance to start it. Maybe instead she'll put a team together and make a name for herself as a shinobi.
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She hasn't heard much from Jashin as of late, her mind free to wander the places it wants to. That doesn't change the fact that she still thinks about him though. The way she sees her master, or the God that calls himself Jashin is as a sort of friend, one that demands her to do things she doesn't want to. He's misunderstood by the outside world, to Chijimatsu it's easy to not do as he says, as long as she gives him a sacrifice every so often. If she doesn't call on the power he has to offer her, then why would she give him what he wants? "A plaza full of people? Seems like a place to spill a lot of blood..." The voice rings through her head like someone's just slammed a mallet against a gong. Her head shakes and she pushes the urge down, not wanting to destroy her new life before she even has a chance to start it. Maybe instead she'll put a team together and make a name for herself as a shinobi.
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