A young girl, no older than 10 - a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things -, merrily hopping along the cobbled streets that led to the Shinobi Foundation Complex. There wasn't a class designated for her, no, there was no need for her to be heading to such an establishment; a place that was either looked upon with a great respect, or dread, depending on those you asked. The somewhat tanned girl, seed of Oba Kinnaku, had a determination in her eye and the thirst to otain-"Oh!"The poppet exclaimed, practically skidding to a stop, the clank of her wooden sandals ululating through the street, "Who are you?" Kotone posed the question, head cocked with a soft, loving expression smudged across her face. Her eyes, furiously beautiful with a purple flare, gazed upon a budding anime - its fur was ragged, dirty and grey, but undeterred by its own exterior. The animal, a small dog of mixed breed, wagged its tail against the dirt upon the ground. Kotone arched her body over, smiled, and patted the dog gently, at first, until the creature felt compelled to demand a more rigorous treatment.
She would then realise that, by every fibre in her body, she couldn't leave the dog alone. He, or she, needed Kotone now and it was up to her to- "Suzu, where are you?" A voice beckoned out from the distance, the clink of a collar and leash bashing together with every frantic wave attracted the dog immediately. Kotone watched as the furry, heart-breaker skidded off to its own; who was happy to be reunited with their beloved. The poppet looked on, somewhat disheartened with the bitter-sweet of a goodbye - an emotional one, she was.
Dressed in a tribal print dress, which exposed her knees downward, the girl patted down her hands against the cream that toned the entire garment. Children were all very fickle, and in a world of the shinobi, they were just out of their depth, but whatever. One would assume that is why academies were invented: to train, to hone skills and to mould an innocent child into someone that would have the god-given ability to take a life, or save one. An ability that no person should be able to have, but in the world of shinobi, these types of people existed in abundance. Kotone moved on from her original spot where she met her friend, who abandoned her. It was at that point that the young girl found herself in a small clearing that was created to imitate a green training area. The young poppet crashed onto the green blades, belly first, with her chin hitting against the earth.
She lay there just relaxing... Just waiting...
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She would then realise that, by every fibre in her body, she couldn't leave the dog alone. He, or she, needed Kotone now and it was up to her to- "Suzu, where are you?" A voice beckoned out from the distance, the clink of a collar and leash bashing together with every frantic wave attracted the dog immediately. Kotone watched as the furry, heart-breaker skidded off to its own; who was happy to be reunited with their beloved. The poppet looked on, somewhat disheartened with the bitter-sweet of a goodbye - an emotional one, she was.
Dressed in a tribal print dress, which exposed her knees downward, the girl patted down her hands against the cream that toned the entire garment. Children were all very fickle, and in a world of the shinobi, they were just out of their depth, but whatever. One would assume that is why academies were invented: to train, to hone skills and to mould an innocent child into someone that would have the god-given ability to take a life, or save one. An ability that no person should be able to have, but in the world of shinobi, these types of people existed in abundance. Kotone moved on from her original spot where she met her friend, who abandoned her. It was at that point that the young girl found herself in a small clearing that was created to imitate a green training area. The young poppet crashed onto the green blades, belly first, with her chin hitting against the earth.
She lay there just relaxing... Just waiting...
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