The Village. The Will of Fire. The shinobi. A life she had served and traveled the path for various years. Her Sharingan was no more gone due to the trauma and overuse of it within the past year though the lasting crimson effect remained. Her robe fluttered in the wind, her curved blade strapped to her side as she navigated the crowds seeking some peace. Soku had been out of it for quite the while so a breath of fresh air was necessary. Nodding to some shopowners she knew well, the female purchased a stick of dango and found a bench to sit upon where she could ponder for a brief moment. For some odd reason, the female was feeling quite..there was not quite a word to describe what the kunoichi was feeling at the moment. Taking a few munches of her dango, she glanced around at the masses of people going about their buisness. For once, they didn't seem as wary of her as most usually did but perhaps that could be attributed to the fact she was not in a normal ANBU uniform. She was simply dressed in a regular Konoha uniform covered by a cloak, her black hair fell down to her shoulders in a causal manner as she pondered over recent events.
"Gone..huh."Soku muttered to herself. The dojutsu which she had used and utilized for so long removed, gone. Though, she presumed she should have foreseen such a thing happening, the impact of such a thing did not fade away so easily. Her eyes flicked around scanning the various individuals, a panging regret in her heart as her vision blurred for a brief moment. Blinking a few times, it seemed to resolve itself. The loss of the Sharingan and the aftereffects was not fully over, it seemed. She would have to visit the Byoin on such matters. For now, this was a delicous dango and she would enjoy it as such. Now only if she had some company...after all, dangos were the best tool to make friends with,
"Gone..huh."Soku muttered to herself. The dojutsu which she had used and utilized for so long removed, gone. Though, she presumed she should have foreseen such a thing happening, the impact of such a thing did not fade away so easily. Her eyes flicked around scanning the various individuals, a panging regret in her heart as her vision blurred for a brief moment. Blinking a few times, it seemed to resolve itself. The loss of the Sharingan and the aftereffects was not fully over, it seemed. She would have to visit the Byoin on such matters. For now, this was a delicous dango and she would enjoy it as such. Now only if she had some company...after all, dangos were the best tool to make friends with,