When it's Bright

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[bg=dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #b2cf6d;text-align: right;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;] It had been seven years since May had nearly escaped death, seven years since she was just a normal Genin, ignorant and arrogant with the life of a Shinobi. But that day changed something in everyone, what it exactly was May would never know, but she knew one thing: she was blessed. She was nearly crushed by a meteorite, and somehow managed to dive underground, and squirm into a tunnel. It sounded silly, but the process of slowly slipping through the soil was retched. But, she was alive and well, and that’s all that would count. May was a very different woman, along with age came maturity. She was no longer that rude, disrespectful and snotty girl she used to be. Sure, she was stubborn and maybe a little obnoxious around people she was close to, but she would never treat a stranger with such disrespect as she had when she was younger – not without reason of course. May had grown a few inches, and enhanced through her womanly-hood, but overall had the same appearance. Her hair still chopped short, her clothes still light weight and easy to move around in, the only thing that seemed to be missing was her headband – which she began to leave at home while she just went out for a stroll or to train. But, despite her looks and alternated attitude, there was still much more that could be considered different. May, overall, was stronger. She had passed the Chuunin exams the earlier year and had started training very hard ever since, improving every bit of her technique. At the looks of things, she felt confident that she would become a great ninja someday. Though, being herself, May didn’t dwell on anything. She never thought about how much she’d changed, or how hard everything was going to become, all she seemed to care about was the present day – what she could do in that very moment to make something better. This positive attitude had been obtained over the past years, and May had grown to adopt a like for it. So, as she strolled through the village, the sun shining down on her and filling her with warmth, she thought about what she would do today. The new Konoha was much different, since everything had to be built from scratch, but small businesses had to starter to pop up here and there, and not feeling quite in the mood for training, May slipped into the nearest one. It was a quaint place, small enough to be considered a shack. Inside were various things – jewels, porcelain dolls, several different kinds of scrolls, and other random things lying about. May didn’t used to be one to stop and smell the roses, but lately she had wanted to experience her life to the fullest, to reach out and grab whatever she could get. So she moved across the floor swiftly, stopping at a shelf with multiple types of herbs and ointments to browse through. OOC: Sorry idk what you wanted and I don't have much inspiration right now :P [/style]

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[marvolous.]

Had it been seven years already?

[style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 382px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/zmcjux.jpg);][/style]-- Not that it matter to me, anyways. Unlike most of my brethren, I hadn't been around when the attack on Konoha had transpired - literally. According to my Uncle, I was born only a couple weeks after it was utterly destroyed; my mother, supposedly, having given birth to my siblings and I before leaving us in the care of our father's distant relatives.

Still, it pained me to think that in the midst of all the destruction, my parents had done nothing to stop That Man and his village. There were rumors of what truly occure of course, but I wasn't sure just much of it was true. Despite being one of the strongest in the village, that was one thing that I lacked in comparison to the others -- experience. Fighting in a war was unparreled to the business shinobi were forced to do nowadays; truthfully, had I been there, I would have single handily protected the village myself.

"Fuck." I blurted out almost uncontrollably, the ability to do whilst not in the presence of my Uncle too tempting to pass up. "Why did they have to hang this up so high?" It was evident, after my not-to-subtle outburst, what exactly I was talking about. Perched upon the highest of shelves were shinobi scrolls, left there - I assumed - to keep it out of the reach of children. After all, it was expensive merchandise, yknow?

What a drag. I looked around for the closest person near me, my eyes scanning both direction's before falling on the form of a woman. She looked intelligent enough - so why not? "Miss--" I stepped closer to her, the large height difference between us apparent as my head only reached slightly below her chest. Still, I tugged at her shirt in case she didn't hear me. To everyone - perhaps even her - I looked like a lost little kid.

"You mind getting that for me?"

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[marvolous.]

OOC: It's alright!

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“You must be one smart kid if you already use these.”

Well, to say that I scoffed at her words would be completely wrong. Instead, I full out laughed in her face with her words, the irony behind them too grand for her to even understand. Now, I wasn't laughing at her personally - however, the fact that she was looking down at me (Literally) due to just my age, brought me much humor. Besides, I knew all my Jounin co-workers. Based off of her attire she seemed like a shinobi, if she wasn't the same rank as me, didn't that mean I out-ranked her?

Irony indeed. "If I already use these? I laughed again. "Lady, I was using scrolls the day I came out of the womb." Deciding against rubbing it in her face, I turned on the spot and headed to the register. A simple motion brought out the needed ryo to pay for my item - a gesture of good-bye to the owner all that was given as I turned and headed back to the lady. To most males, she would be considered beautiful - to me, however, she was just annoying. I almost regretted asking for her help.

"Ota." I extended my hand to her, offering a curt half-smile. "Youngest Jounin at your service, Ma'am!"

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[marvolous.]

Well, I honestly never expected her to believe me. Despite my front, I still very much resembled that of a child - I was still short, skinny, and my voice could barely hit a deep tone. However, my skills and maturity made up for most of my physical discrempencies; though I wasn't showing it now, by laughing so feverously infront of her, I was actually quite more intelligent than most of my fellow Jounin's. In that sense, she wasn't wrong to assume anything.

"Yes, you heard right." My laughter disappeared, but my grin remained ever-so-present on my features. "Well, before I could even fully run I was already better than half of our village's shinobi." I continued to boast, the feeling of describing my accomplishments too good to pass up.

"What're you, anyways? Chunnin?"

[King]

"Do you always brag this much when I'm not around, Nii-san?" Ashura's monotone voice wafted through the area, coming from just over his sibling's shoulder. Of course, the white-haired triplet would've felt his sibling coming before he said anything; it was awkward, to say the least, but the three of them shared a link of sorts. They could, in most instances, finish each others statements before they were even half-way structure. Likewise, they could also feel-- almost sense --each other in a closed vicinity.

The boy's dull, slate eyes moved from his sibling to the woman, and then back again. "Ryu-sama says it isn't nice to pick on lesser ranked shinobi." Now, his attention was fully on the woman. "I apologize if my brother caused you any trouble."

Just like that, she was practically dismissed. He'd been looking for Ota for a reason; their little endeavour had been approved. "Anyways, Ota. Ryu-sama approved our little. . . trip. We leave tonight."

OOC: I hope ya'll don't mind? ;_; I wanna have some interaction, too.

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