Sound of Spirit [O]
Jan 7, 2013 15:24:04 GMT -8
Post by Oshiro on Jan 7, 2013 15:24:04 GMT -8
Everyone had their own story, their own sorrows, and their own way with coping with the past. Momo hadn't quite found one for herself yet. The memories were still fresh, very fresh. There was so much uncertainty about her mother, her brother, and the rest of her extended family back in Iwagakure no Sato. Would their treason bring even more shame? Would the rest be put to death? Was leaving really the right thing?
Despite all of those questions Momo couldn't find an answer for them. She simply had to swallow it, stomach it, and live with no regrets. She was alive, and as a shinobi she could only be useful and have a purpose while her heart remained beating. As long as she was useful she would survive and hopefully be able to get back what remnants of a family she had left. If anything, at least Aogi.
"Ahem, so, uh...." She was babbling, she knew, but at least it seemed to be a little awkward for the man as well. "Well, it's nice to meet you Masaki. At least now we all have some place to be with a purpose." It was the best that she could come up with. What else could she say? Like her earlier observations everyone here was indeed a straggler of some kind from another land or nation. Leftovers from an already picked crop. However in situations like that people can flourish.
That's what she kept telling herself anyways.
"So Masaki, I'm assuming you know your way around town decently enough, right? Would you mind, um, maybe showing me around a little?" Again red would tinge her cheeks, even though it would only be for the briefest of seconds. "As a Chuunin I don't want to seem too oblivious, you know?"
The fact that they took her word without a testament to her skill was nice. It meant that despite the ragtag group that they were, there was still some kind of trust and unity as a new nation. Needless to say, so far, despite her confusion and underlying fear, this place was probably the best for her now.