Out of the blue, a knock would be heard at the door of Chisao's abode, frighteningly early too, before noon. Outside Yamanaka Tsuruko waits impatiently with her hands on her hips, out fitted in her old slightly ill fitting ninja gear.
Tight fitting ninja wire chain mail under a re-tailored green kimono, asymmetric due to the removal her right sleeve, the other wide enough to hide quite a lot inside if she needed to.
A thick bow would sit on her back, held by its string which ran down to rest against a steel archery Mune Ate which seemed under constant uncomfortable strain against her chest. As always, long blond pampered curls rest atop her shoulders, her face caked in makeup, vibrant pink pouty lips, and large blue eyes that held a forlorn grief to them.
Tight fitting ninja wire chain mail under a re-tailored green kimono, asymmetric due to the removal her right sleeve, the other wide enough to hide quite a lot inside if she needed to.
A thick bow would sit on her back, held by its string which ran down to rest against a steel archery Mune Ate which seemed under constant uncomfortable strain against her chest. As always, long blond pampered curls rest atop her shoulders, her face caked in makeup, vibrant pink pouty lips, and large blue eyes that held a forlorn grief to them.