Good Night Mourning Son [Open]

Hibiki hadn’t really been thinking when she’d made that statement about being fired at by arrows.  No real surprise there but she was probably casually mentioning things she was better of not talking about.   It was something she hadn’t considered to be a big deal.  She didn’t even have an official ninja rank at the time, but it was something that could potentially tip people off to her checkered past as a test subject since she was only just barely legally old enough to be a the type of Gennin that could serve in active combat, and even then not usually the kind seen in war.  

Most people her age were supposed to be doing menial tasks like walking people’s dogs in stuff, they weren’t supposed to have years worth of active combat experience.  Alas fighting was practically all Hibiki knew which was partly why she was a bit awkward in social situations such as this.

 It seemed to her that Nakaba really knew his stuff.  The part he’d said about swords that could cut through bone and steel like taffy rang especially true from her lived experience.  Supposedly people of her clan where supposed to be able to produce such weapons with ease but she didn’t have the first idea where to even begin doing such a thing.  Maybe she could ask Nakaba to help teach her how to forge some time in the future.  It would be nice to create something rather than destroy for once. 

She wasn’t sure what this shopping business was about, but it sounded fun.  Another thing to look forward to.   She wanted to talk more,  she was learning so much already with just a few words. What more might she discover with a few more?  Sadly it seemed like the others had their own ideas as Nao who was her ticket to the training grounds wanted to leave already and Sera was already on her way.

“I hope we will see each other again” she said to Nakaba in parting as she went to follow Nao. The words where almost more to reasure herself them him. The feeling of parting from her new friends was making her a little insecure.  In the labs she had grown used to most people coming and then quickly going from her life.  The idea of someone who was nice to her sticking around was still a strange almost foreign concept to her. 


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There are many ways to etch yourself into someone's heart. Bonds form in an instant and sometimes before we even realize it. Subtle strikes over light heat bend and form us in ways that we can't feel or see immediately. Preparing accommodations for our hearts and making room for them to grow in us. "And all of you as well. May our paths intersect again." It was nice that the other plates got used. it felt like he'd almost introduced a ghost to some of his new friends. A faint smile would spread across his face as he for a moment considered what it would be like to own a restaurant instead of being a ninja. Friends coming over to try new recipes, but as quickly as it came Nakaba dismissed it. It hurt a little too much for him.

Nakaba would day dream about the ways that an arrow could be modified to also function as a trap. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a drafting pencil, spinning it between his fingers as he collected his thoughts. Swift lines would appear as thoughts were being articulated and edited more efficiently with the additional method of moving thoughts around. Hidden blades as well. It would be difficult building for either one of these two without knowing their idiosyncrasies. The next 30 or so minutes was spent recording their builds and any quirks he saw. [Exit]