Freedom, that was the meaning of the fresh air blowing across her cheeks meant to her. It had been long, too long since she had stepped foot outside into the village. Rumors had flown, gossip had spread ever since Soku had been confined to her estate under guard, the long-haunting memory of a wound, an memory and an attack that had left her vulnerable in more ways than one. She had all but faded from acknowledgement but to a few, days had passed, months even but even that had failed to bring her to her demise,
It waas a sign perhaps, a flag that maybe there was hope yet.
Hope for her, hope for Konohagakure.
Her legs dangled off the edge of the clifface where she sat, a nice view of the village below was being provided to heer, a secluded spot away from civillazation where no one would be any the wiser that the kunoichi had returned to herself, to being what she was.
"Seems buiser than normal, that's something good, I suppose." Soku murmured to herself more than anything, she had barely made it up here in a hooded cloak lest anyone recgonize her. She was sure the news would spread like wildfire that the former Sennin was in fact not dead, she briefly recalled the curious sovuneir left to her by the stranger.
That was still an interesting converstation she was recalling. What had they intended? An hymn to rebellion, whatever it was, the blade rested back in the clan house where Soku passed by it every day, appealing in it's own right begging her, pleading her to pick it up and she feared if she did so, there would be a much higher price to pay.
She had come here to clear her head of those monstrous thoughts taking in a breath as the scent of the wind drifted through her nostrils.
A relief.
It waas a sign perhaps, a flag that maybe there was hope yet.
Hope for her, hope for Konohagakure.
Her legs dangled off the edge of the clifface where she sat, a nice view of the village below was being provided to heer, a secluded spot away from civillazation where no one would be any the wiser that the kunoichi had returned to herself, to being what she was.
"Seems buiser than normal, that's something good, I suppose." Soku murmured to herself more than anything, she had barely made it up here in a hooded cloak lest anyone recgonize her. She was sure the news would spread like wildfire that the former Sennin was in fact not dead, she briefly recalled the curious sovuneir left to her by the stranger.
That was still an interesting converstation she was recalling. What had they intended? An hymn to rebellion, whatever it was, the blade rested back in the clan house where Soku passed by it every day, appealing in it's own right begging her, pleading her to pick it up and she feared if she did so, there would be a much higher price to pay.
She had come here to clear her head of those monstrous thoughts taking in a breath as the scent of the wind drifted through her nostrils.
A relief.