Konoha... a military stronghold, a fortified town hosing a large Shinobi garrison... and yet... when a girl looks around this is the least that she sees. A girl does not find Shinobi warriors fit for battle, men and woman ready to place their lives on the line. She found undisciplined Shinobi. Frightened children. Simple complacencies, Shinobi more interested in tea parties and fraternization. No... Konoha was nothing like her home in Iwagakura. It was a cold and ruined place where Shinobi values rotted and decayed. A girl blinks slowly with heavy eyes weary of a for longed journey to find others in likeness. True battle harden Shinobi seeking to satiate their bloodlust. The Dark one, sits upon a stone within Konoha’s barren coliseum alone, watching and waiting. Waiting for an opponent to walk into her den, one who could give her a challenge. Desperate, she resorted to village request boards. Her invitation left along many public areas and boards around the village stating when and where to meet. A simple request to test ones skills. A girl had been showing up for several days now with no luck and no sign that any would show today or the next. A girl would show none the less, The lower half of her face hidden in obscurity by a crimson mask akin to that of a creature from ancient folklore. Wearing light armored chest plates, Shinobi arm guards and shin guards as crimson as her mask but designed to look like flames, she’d hop down from her stoney throne and observe her surroundings closer. As her eyes gazed, her fingers would trace the flame pattern upon her chest. The design was a testament to her burning desire and the flames carried by the torch of a true Kunochi. Perhaps she would test that this day... A girl with hair void of color like white silk, housed in black under armor would wait and wait just a bit longer, desiring one thing. An opponent worthy of the time spent...[Requesting Spar]
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