Thwack.
Steel met wood as the edge of the blade cut several neat slices into the post, beads of sweats decorating Soku's forehead as she eyed her handiwork before attacking her target with a frenzy and focus spoke to years of experience and..sacrifice, a term she had gotten all too familiar with.
Thwack.
"The failure of your Captain.."
Those same words, those very same words had come back to haunt her the day the Hokage Tower had been attacked and she had lay bleeding, unable to honor her oaths to the village and so wounded, virtually unable to do anything. It reminded her of the time that once someone she trusted, someone she had grown close to had instead thrown the morals of the village in her face and that had made for a very nasty encounter.
Thwack.
The village had fallen into disarray, it sought a leader and Uchiha Takeshi had swept into the role. Unable to handle her duties due to the extent of her wounds, her post had been reassigned and some whispered at the motivations behind it, perhaps it was because she had not given enough? People talked, the kunoichi knew that but she marveled at despite at how everything had turned out, doubt was still cast on her, the thought causing her expression to darken as she cut the wooden post out of existence, the wooden ribbons falling at her feet.
She paused looking around the open courtyard of the clan manor, it was empty spare for the flickering lanterns that gave her some respite on this dark evening hour.
"What will it take? How much it will take?"
She muttered quietly to herself sheathing her blade as she went up to stand another post keen on repeating the process just like she had done before.
It seemed like an entire era had flown by, the sweeping changes in the village, Asuka practically having disappeared off the face of the earth and she was gripped by a sudden fear that that bore an ill omen. She had lost too many, suffered too much, perhaps this was life's way of saying to her that her time was up. It was time to put to rest, let a fresher face take the reigns.
That was if any face remained. Several ninja had perished in that attack and as usual, the failures rested with those tasked with leading the village.
"I don't know anymore. Right seems to lead to wrong and wrong seems to be right, perhaps it is me."
That was what it always boiled down to after all. Each time she lost someone, each time tragic gripped the village, there always appeared to be a flaw as her sword freed it's scabbard looking at the wooden post awaiting it's demise.
Thwack. Thwack.
"Never good enough."
The post split in two and crumbled in a cloud of dust as the woman looked down at it quietly.
"Never will be."
Steel met wood as the edge of the blade cut several neat slices into the post, beads of sweats decorating Soku's forehead as she eyed her handiwork before attacking her target with a frenzy and focus spoke to years of experience and..sacrifice, a term she had gotten all too familiar with.
Thwack.
"The failure of your Captain.."
Those same words, those very same words had come back to haunt her the day the Hokage Tower had been attacked and she had lay bleeding, unable to honor her oaths to the village and so wounded, virtually unable to do anything. It reminded her of the time that once someone she trusted, someone she had grown close to had instead thrown the morals of the village in her face and that had made for a very nasty encounter.
Thwack.
The village had fallen into disarray, it sought a leader and Uchiha Takeshi had swept into the role. Unable to handle her duties due to the extent of her wounds, her post had been reassigned and some whispered at the motivations behind it, perhaps it was because she had not given enough? People talked, the kunoichi knew that but she marveled at despite at how everything had turned out, doubt was still cast on her, the thought causing her expression to darken as she cut the wooden post out of existence, the wooden ribbons falling at her feet.
She paused looking around the open courtyard of the clan manor, it was empty spare for the flickering lanterns that gave her some respite on this dark evening hour.
"What will it take? How much it will take?"
She muttered quietly to herself sheathing her blade as she went up to stand another post keen on repeating the process just like she had done before.
It seemed like an entire era had flown by, the sweeping changes in the village, Asuka practically having disappeared off the face of the earth and she was gripped by a sudden fear that that bore an ill omen. She had lost too many, suffered too much, perhaps this was life's way of saying to her that her time was up. It was time to put to rest, let a fresher face take the reigns.
That was if any face remained. Several ninja had perished in that attack and as usual, the failures rested with those tasked with leading the village.
"I don't know anymore. Right seems to lead to wrong and wrong seems to be right, perhaps it is me."
That was what it always boiled down to after all. Each time she lost someone, each time tragic gripped the village, there always appeared to be a flaw as her sword freed it's scabbard looking at the wooden post awaiting it's demise.
Thwack. Thwack.
"Never good enough."
The post split in two and crumbled in a cloud of dust as the woman looked down at it quietly.
"Never will be."