Whispers and rumours passed as quickly as smoke, but the latter didn’t exist without there being a fire, so, in Shizuka’s opinion, there had to be some sort of truth, a core, to every topic going over the villagers’ lips. Not to mention the shinobi, who mostly took themselves quite seriously, being really invested into this specific gossip. From the looks of it the tales didn’t just float around the Academy playground, no, they went into the streets, into the homes and the offices. Perhaps even beyond. It’s why the young Senju had decided to investigate if the house so many spoke of was real. A lone manor between the thick foliage of the Ancient Forest - the home to the strongest of the Shinobi.
Unlike the last time she didn’t randomly run into the forest without preparing for a long trip. With rope, kunai, food, water, a blanket, chalk, and some other things stuffed into the larger backpack she had, she set out with a little map on which she’s been trying to pinpoint the potential location of the mysterious house. According to some it was further to the right, others thought it to be a longer trip than what she had in mind. In any case, it was a weekend of sorts, and with no classes to attend, she had promised her parents to stay safe at Shiori’s house, so she had plenty of time to explore. Hopefully they would never get to hear that Shiori lived at the Academy.. that would be a dangerous sort of outburst to deal with. Shizuka risked it.
Everything for the truth!
Tightening the straps around her shoulders she quickened her pace. For now there was a path to follow, and she hoped that it would be the case until she came across the house, but something told her that it wouldn’t be that easy. No, because if it had been, then so many others at the Academy would have gone to check out the place themselves. Instead, they relied on the information passed on from mouth to ear. Perhaps that’s why it meant so much to Shizuka to see it with her own eyes. Then, after meeting the Shinobi rumoured to be together, to be living there, in the forest, she could either confirm or deny the things said to her. It would give her something to stand on. Trustworthy information she could use whenever attacked by one of the more vicious kids who thought to know everything (and what they didn’t know was argued about with fists).
Angrily carving a cross in one of the trees before continuing on her way, she realized that she probably shouldn’t be so mad. It cost her energy she needed for the trip, and besides, it was better to enjoy the nature here, let the sounds and smells carry her forth, instead of sulk about the class bullies.
Mostly sank away in thoughts she was quite surprised when a rope curled around her leg. A second later it was already dragging her who knows where. Panic rushed through the student’s body, but the training and luck (because of the kunai she was still holding) helped her to cut through the rope. Immediately the motion stopped. Ruffled and confused she sat up, leaves stuck in her clothes and hair, and gripped the weapon in her hand a bit tighter. Her heart was beating fast, slamming against her chest as if trying to escape.
Something here wasn’t right. She felt it as the hairs on the back of her neck rose in unison, knew it because her mind was screaming for her to run, and when her gaze fell upon something akin to a tiger, that’s when the little Senju jumped up and ran like the wind.
Jumping over branches, sliding across mossy spots, she lost her backpack in the progress but didn’t dare to look back let alone return to get it. Her feet carried her through bushes, into the trees beyond. Like an arrow the ten year old flew over the ground, jumping from branch to branch, climbing further with the art of tree walking, sliding away whenever possible, hoping to outrun whatever fanged monster that’s been there.
Only when her eyes fell on a house did she dare to breathe. Thirty seconds were a long time if you thought that you were about to get eaten. So, after having inhaled deeply, the Senju screamed while clinging to the tree she was in.
“Help! Anyone out there?!” Jumping further onto the next branch she heard the crack before her brain registered what it was. All the way down she went, toward some sort of water. Unsure if there were crocodiles there, she found herself letting out a deafening shriek.
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Unlike the last time she didn’t randomly run into the forest without preparing for a long trip. With rope, kunai, food, water, a blanket, chalk, and some other things stuffed into the larger backpack she had, she set out with a little map on which she’s been trying to pinpoint the potential location of the mysterious house. According to some it was further to the right, others thought it to be a longer trip than what she had in mind. In any case, it was a weekend of sorts, and with no classes to attend, she had promised her parents to stay safe at Shiori’s house, so she had plenty of time to explore. Hopefully they would never get to hear that Shiori lived at the Academy.. that would be a dangerous sort of outburst to deal with. Shizuka risked it.
Everything for the truth!
Tightening the straps around her shoulders she quickened her pace. For now there was a path to follow, and she hoped that it would be the case until she came across the house, but something told her that it wouldn’t be that easy. No, because if it had been, then so many others at the Academy would have gone to check out the place themselves. Instead, they relied on the information passed on from mouth to ear. Perhaps that’s why it meant so much to Shizuka to see it with her own eyes. Then, after meeting the Shinobi rumoured to be together, to be living there, in the forest, she could either confirm or deny the things said to her. It would give her something to stand on. Trustworthy information she could use whenever attacked by one of the more vicious kids who thought to know everything (and what they didn’t know was argued about with fists).
Angrily carving a cross in one of the trees before continuing on her way, she realized that she probably shouldn’t be so mad. It cost her energy she needed for the trip, and besides, it was better to enjoy the nature here, let the sounds and smells carry her forth, instead of sulk about the class bullies.
Mostly sank away in thoughts she was quite surprised when a rope curled around her leg. A second later it was already dragging her who knows where. Panic rushed through the student’s body, but the training and luck (because of the kunai she was still holding) helped her to cut through the rope. Immediately the motion stopped. Ruffled and confused she sat up, leaves stuck in her clothes and hair, and gripped the weapon in her hand a bit tighter. Her heart was beating fast, slamming against her chest as if trying to escape.
Something here wasn’t right. She felt it as the hairs on the back of her neck rose in unison, knew it because her mind was screaming for her to run, and when her gaze fell upon something akin to a tiger, that’s when the little Senju jumped up and ran like the wind.
Jumping over branches, sliding across mossy spots, she lost her backpack in the progress but didn’t dare to look back let alone return to get it. Her feet carried her through bushes, into the trees beyond. Like an arrow the ten year old flew over the ground, jumping from branch to branch, climbing further with the art of tree walking, sliding away whenever possible, hoping to outrun whatever fanged monster that’s been there.
Only when her eyes fell on a house did she dare to breathe. Thirty seconds were a long time if you thought that you were about to get eaten. So, after having inhaled deeply, the Senju screamed while clinging to the tree she was in.
“Help! Anyone out there?!” Jumping further onto the next branch she heard the crack before her brain registered what it was. All the way down she went, toward some sort of water. Unsure if there were crocodiles there, she found herself letting out a deafening shriek.
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