It had been six maybe seven months since the dark haired kunochi lasted layed eyes on this familiar battle ground. What was it that drew her back to this place? Perhaps it was the unfinished war that seemed to age on internally. The Kunochi's foot steps would echo down the halls of the dark empty stadium. In comparison to before, when she first walked these halls, it felt abandoned. No bright lights nor screaming crowds, spectators, no festival music... but now, silent as the grave. Nothing but the sound of each step onto the stone floors as Amaya wondered on. Greeted with the faint scent of dirt and old construction she was overcome with acute nostalgia. She'd recall the overwhelming feelings of anxiety before a fight. Every step forward was like walking into memories of old battles fought in this very amphitheater. The grand doors which led to the colosseum's center were at the very end of a dark hall. At the moment it could only be described as the light at the end of the tunnel. Amaya would shade her eyes as she entered the great doors. It was a beautiful prison with no ceiling. The sky over head was a lush blue with blankets of fluffy white clouds drifting by. The sky seemed to touch The colosseum's vacant seating boothes. They sat rather high just above the large circler walls that surrounded her. Along those walls were familair stone faces. Those great statues still stood tall watching over a now empty pit. Amaya would smile faintly as she nelt down to feel the gravel below. She'd take a hand full before grinding the gravel in her palm as it fell back to its place. Here she'd make her vow. A vow to victory. A vow to work harder. A vow to up hold the title given to her...[Mft]
