Hisado Senju

Hisado is approximately five feet and three inches in height. Although is relatively short compared to most males, compared to females it could be considered somewhat on the taller side. Despite her height, her body is quite slim and slender, considered by most to be a bit small. This is primarily due to how skinny and thin she is, though this should not be confused with weakness or a lack of durability. On the contrary, this was simply her size and body type prior to her becoming a puppet, and happened to become body that she became stuck with for over a century now. Her skin color is exceptionally pale due to her dying prior to being made into a puppet. Due to her new puppet body being primarily composed of her corpse, she has extremely pale white skin. Her skin, though pale and that of a corpse, is exceptionally smooth and serves no actual purpose, for should it be penetrated, one will simply run into the underlying metal framework that lies beneath her skin. The skin, if destroyed, deals no real damage to her but is simply as if one were scrape the paint off of a puppet. Her face is moderately petite though a bit rounded, as her cheeks appear a bit plump due to the age at which she died. Her nose is rather small and her lips are equally as pale as the rest of her skin and are also quite small compared to the rest of her features. Her eyebrows are 'drawn on' if that makes sense, resulting in perfectly drawn black lines to be used as eyebrows above each of her eyes.

Hisado's hair is pure white and probably the cleanest head of hair that any shinobi could possess due to the fact that she is a puppet and thus free from the oils and sweats that the average human body produces. With that said, she has pure clean white hair that extends quite a ways down her upper body. In the front of her head, her bangs extend down to just below the top of her eyes, though she often keeps it swept to the side to avoid it getting in her way when engaged in combat. On either side of her head, she has small strands of hair that extend down to approximately where her mouth is located in length, though they are not present anywhere near her mouth. These strands of hair are curved and wavy in nature, though they do not interfere with her facial expressions, never obstructing her view or other actions taken by her face such as facial expressions. She often keeps her lips pursed together in a monotonous, unenthusiastic expression that makes it hard for anyone to really tell what she's thinking. Not only that, but her eyes never change direction due to her being a special type of human puppet that sees in a bit of a different way than most. In the back of her head is a full set of hair that extends about a fourth of the way down her back.

Her body, as previously stated, is on the slim side and quite slender, with a few curves here and there. These curves are rather minute and not abnormal to the rest of her body, however. Her breasts are somewhat large and yet perfectly proportionate to the rest of her body, while her butt is equally proportionate and similar in the fact that is rather large and pert. Her belly button is small and petite, similar to the rest of her abdomen and over-all body type. Although she keeps it covered up, she is missing the part of her corpse that would ordinarily comprise most of her body, resulting in the majority of her body being made up of a combination of metal and Senju wood. However, she keeps most of it covered up with varying types of cloth and materials such as latex. Her thighs are somewhat large but get smaller as one looks further down her legs, though this relatively normal for most females with her body type and figure. Despite her sturdy exterior, the inside of her body is mostly hollow, filled to the brim with chakra. Although the inside of her body consists of a makeshift chakra system created by her creator, it is far from similar to the typical chakra system found in human beings.

On the contrary, it is created so that she is able to control all aspects of her body with the chakra held therein. With that said, her eyes glow bright blue with the hue of her chakra, radiant in color. With that said, her chakra levels are extremely high as they must be in order to sustain her body and maintain control over it. She lacks any other system in her body, except for an equally makeshift nervous system linked with her chakra system, and thus most of her control over her body and its movement is reliant on her chakra system. She possesses no human organs but instead is comprised almost entirely of metal and electronic devices, expertly created so that it acts in a similar manner to the real systems that they replace. Her brain itself, after all, is a replica of her real brain with her soul from her original body trapped inside. She lacks any reproductive system and thus she lacks the sexually reproductive organs that would ordinarily come with that 'system'. With that said, she has lost the majority of her human functionality when she became a puppet. Her movements are still rather fluid and consistent despite the fact that she is almost entirely comprised of metal and wood.

Youkai is the demonic entity that sits atop Hisado's head. It is able to rotate in full circles around her head and is even able to look behind her and watch her back. It is equipped with a gigantic mouth that allows it to devour foes and other living organisms, with blunt teeth that make the entire process excruciating for whatever entity it is devouring. Although it has no eyes, it is equipped with roughly four pipes, two along each side of its head, that are filled with chakra. Light bounces off of objects and, upon entering these pipes, is transferred to Youkai's and Hisado's brains as an image, allowing them to see perfectly through the pipes. This is actually a similar manner as to how Hisado is able to see, using her eyes filled with chakra as receptors for light. Youkai possesses four tendrils along it's body of moderate length that are comprised of Senju wood, allowing Hisado to manipulate them freely as she would any Senju wood. These tendrils can be used to restrict her opponent while Youkai devours them, or for a large variety of other purposes. Youkai himself is comprised of reinforced chakra conductive metals, and can actually detach from Hisado's head to act on its own or even follow orders given by Hisado, as they have a telepathic link between them that allows them to communicate telepathically even when detached, or attached for that matter.

At Hisado's neck is the lower jaw of a demonic entity, the Youkai, brandished as more of a fashion statement and war trophy rather than anything else. It is from where she fought against the Youkai decades ago and managed to detach his lower jaw from the rest of his skull. Although he was able to regenerate it, Hisado kept the lower jaw she tore off as a souvenir and now wears it as a 'scarf' or 'necklace' of sorts around her neck. Covering her entire body from midway down her neck all the way down to her feet in a complete layer of white latex that acts as a skin of sorts, for aesthetic purposes only. This layer of white latex lays against her titanium inner frame to create what appears to be her body, complete with every detail one would find on a human body save for the reproductive organs. Extending from the back of the demonic jaw is a tattered cape that extends almost completely down the back of her body. It can easily be detached at the front for ease of mobility, but is usually kept on. It extends to around her calf-area and is extremely tattered due to decades of wear and tear, with holes in it here and there. She often wears it partially over her shoulders for the most part but will, at times, wear it behind her shoulders instead.

On her hands she wears black, buttoned up leather gloves that cover the entirety of her hands. These gloves give her a gentle touch that would otherwise be rougher due to her metal infrastructure. The gloves themselves are highly durable and are also meant, in part, to protect her hands from the wear and tear of handling weaponry and other things. The gloves are tight against her hands and fitted perfectly to them, not too tight and yet not too loose. Lower down her body, she wears full leggings that extend all the way up to her waist, with a zig-zagging form along the top. The leggings cover even her feet and are reinforced along the bottom of her feet, with two inch heels to form high-heals. The leggings are comprised primarily of skin-tight latex with little ribbon-like white loops on either side of her hips. Along her back are latches that can be released by Hisado. These latches reveal direct access to her chakra system and number in a total of five latches. The purpose of these latches is so that an experienced puppeteer can control her using chakra strings. These latches can be opened and closed at will by Hisado with total control.

Growing up as a human being and kunoichi, Hisado experienced many atrocities and hardships which most shinobi often faced, as it was rather common for shinobis to have to overcome hardships. It was perplexing to her how the shinobi world could be so cruel and dark. Rather than allow it all to get to her and interfere with her mind, she broke free from the constraints of anger and depression and came out a girl who was more-so calm and apathetic in nature, regardless of how bad things could get. She was not the type to let things hurt her, far from it, she accepted everything and viewed both the good and the bad in the world as simply different shades of grey. Although this was difficult on anyone to do, she did it so flawlessly that most consider her the 'apathetic' of the Senju Clan. Indeed, her apathy was certainly a personality trait that was characteristic of her. When anyone thinks of Hisado, the first thing that often comes to their mind is how emotionless and distant she comes off as. She distances herself from emotions in order to protect herself from pain and hurt. By doing this, few things are able to get to her while, at the same time, few things incite happiness or excitement in her as well.

She is quite ambitious despite her apathetic personality and is always willing to improve herself. This includes many different types of things, including building onto her current puppet form. She is always willing to train regardless of how difficult or tedious it may be. Furthermore, she is more than willing to go on missions and do small jobs with little pay. After all, someone has to do it. Why not her? She undertakes low-rank missions and jobs without a second thought to it, though she would personally prefer higher ranked missions due to the increase in pay and the opportunity to test her skills in battle. In fact, she often requests such missions when she goes to retrieve one. Often being obliged when she does so. Hisado is far from a wimp and is always willing to risk her life, as she devalues her life greatly as something insignificant and needless. With that said, she is willing to fight tooth and nail against anyone who comes against her but she simply does not view her life as having any value. This is primarily due to her apathetic personality, however, and does little to influence her ideas and actions. Particularly in combat, which she excels in, she will go all out rather than hold back.

She often keeps a little purse with her that is modeled after squirrel, with a little furry tail and all. She often keeps most, if not all, of her money in said wallet and carries it with her everywhere she goes in one of her front pouches. She is constantly weary of thieves and thus keeps all her most important valuables in her front pouches so that she will notice if someone tries to steal from her or pick-pocket her. With that said, she believes the only truly safe place for her valuables is on her person. At the very least, she can defend such things with her life if need be. Otherwise, she would have no such opportunity should she choose to keep her valuables elsewhere. In her home? No way! Someone could easily just walk in and take what they please when she isn't around. She was not so gullible as to trust her valuables in her home. It was not necessarily that she cared much for whether or not she wast stolen from, other than the fact that she needed her money to make improvements on her puppet body.

Hisado is extremely loyal to the clan known as the Senju clan. Her loyalty extends even to the borders of her own personal sense of safety. In other words, she is more than willing to risk her own well being for the safety of the clan. That is not to say that she will accept whatever orders she is given, on the contrary, if she disagrees with a direct order she will respond matter-of-factly why she disagrees and form her own plan as to what to do. She is a bit of a renegade in that regard, doing what she wants when she wants, for she believes her own intelligence to be the only adequate and reliable intelligence due to her many decades of being alive. With the many years that she has lived has come to produce a wisdom that is unparalleled by most. Her experiences in the world have come to ingrain many morals and lessons in her mind that she lives by. One of the biggest things she has come to accept is that not everyone lives forever and everyone meets their end at some point or another. Even she herself would one day face the same fate as countless other shinobi. Being hung up on it was pointless, even though she would not allow it to happen so easily.

Hisado Senju is a master of both ninjutsu and bukijutsu, constantly training and honing her abilities for melee combat and performing incredible feats through ninjutsu using her massive supply of chakra. She is far from a novice in this area and is more than willing to train. After all, she spends the majority of her time training, especially when she is not on missions. She will often train alone but will also do so with a buddy or even a complete stranger. She lives by the saying, "everything is more efficient with more people" which might be an odd saying but it is certainly one that proves true when she is training or fighting alongside comrades. Hisado rarely smiles but when she does, she smiles mechanically almost as if it is forced and ingenuine. Which is relatively true in some ways, though might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that none of her smiles are genuine. That would be quite far-fetched. At times she will smile and it will be a true smile, however rare it may be, though it is quite difficult for anyone to make her smile.

As a young kunoichi when she was still human, Hisado was always the sort of unenthusiastic kid who liked to watch clouds. She preferred not to get involved in "troublesome" activities, pretending to be busy to avoid responsibility. She also did not like fighting, deeming it, as she did to most things, "bothersome". She was fully aware of this side of her personality. She even named herself "the number one at running away" or "the number one coward". In fact, her most commonly used phrase was "how bothersome" or "what a drag" when it came down to fulfilling duties or doing her job. She could be quite lazy at times, which was a sad truth she tried to hide in front of others but particularly came out when she was alone or facing something truly bothersome. Since becoming a puppet and living for several decades, she has changed enormously as far as these things go. She is no longer lazy but will do the bare minimum of things due to her nonchalant care-free attitude. She no longer runs away from a fight or avoids her duties, realizing that they must be done and sometimes she is the only one that can do them.

Hisado's sense of duty and commitment to the future of her clan is also reflected in her willingness to take a life if it interferes with the safety of her clan, even in the face of potentially obstructing her values or facing death herself. Hisado has also developed an immense sense of pride as she believes that only someone of high intellect can become the clan leader of the Senju clan, such as herself. As such, she refuses to die no matter what happens before she becomes Senju clan leader as she feels that once she achieves such a status in her clan, she will be able to then and only then change the shinobi world for the better. She has also resolved to be a 'mentor' of sorts to the younger clan members in the Senju clan, often helping them train or giving them advice on how to become Clan Soldier just like her. She is always willing to help others, even though she doesn't quite show an interest in it on the exterior, and will go to great lengths to train and advise those who are lower ranked than her such as children or young teens.

Hisado enjoys playing thinking games which ordinarily only elder shinobi enjoy playing, she always has. However, it is now much more fitting due to the fact that she is now well over a century old. These games include things such as chess or checkers and she is actually quite good at them, as her intellect is much higher than one would imagine. She simply choose to reserve it and act a bit foolish as that is merely her personality. Hisado's most distinctive character trait is that she considers most men bossy and "bothersome", particularly her creator, whom she came later on to respect greatly. She usually defines them as aggressive, demanding, and sometimes even scary. Given her late father's tyrannical personality, this isn't too surprising. However, her mother, Azui shares the exact same attitude, even though she married Hiyu, Hisado's father, in the first place.

Whenever Hisado would question her mother about why she would marry such a domineering man, her mother responded that even the toughest man will show his gentle side to the woman he loves. Nevertheless, Hisado is generally courteous to men, doing them favors and avoiding fights with them. She feels that women, like her, should be the ones protecting them and not the other way around. Despite the latter point, she almost exclusively fights men seeing as how the majority of the shinobi world are male. With that said, she is a bit hesitant to fight men for multiple reasons. Mainly because she feels that they are too 'primitive' in a cute way. She finds them both cute and sometimes brutish, often noting both when encountering a new male.

She used to express a notably mature and modest interest in marriage and raising a family. She hoped to one day "marry a regular guy who isn't too ugly and not too cute. Have two children, first a girl, then a boy. Retire after her daughter is married and her son becomes a successful ninja, and spend the rest of her life playing checkers or chess. Then die of old age after her husband." However, she never got to achieve any of these due to the fact that she nearly died an early death and was resurrected in the body of a puppet. She realized immediately that such dreams were impossible at that point and quickly discarded them.

Hisado is a very kind, polite, and caring person. These characteristics were said to be her greatest strength by both her father Hiyu and her former creator, while her greatest weakness has always been her lack of confidence at times. Although she lacks confidence when fighting for her own sake, she will bolster quite a confident attitude when fighting for the sake of another. After all, she believes whole-heartedly that fighting for the sake of another makes one much stronger than fighting for oneself. This belief has proven true for her throughout her past, though things may change. She is always looking to protect and assist those around her and will never leave someone to do something hard all by themselves. This is just not her nature. She is always ready to assist and provide support to her comrades in particular.

She is easily motivated by the prospect of food, and becomes highly agitated when somebody calls her "fat", especially considering she is rather far from fat. However, she does not hide her love for food and her near constant hunger is also an annoyance to her fellow clan shinobi and comrades, as eating often comes before other necessities such as stealth and teamwork. Food can also make her over-react about silly things, such as who gets the last chip, or when she is not allowed to eat something crunchy and loud even in a mission situation that requires the utmost stealth. Hisado also tends to eat a lot when she's angry, indulging herself greatly. She also eats when she is upset, often eating great amounts of food while sobbing in tears. This is ordinary for her and she often gets over things quickly after she has eaten a good bit of food. Her high metabolism truly works in her favor, allowing her to eat extensive amounts without gaining too much weight.

Hisado has a long-standing friendship with multiple ninja throughout the clan, choosing to form bonds with many of the shinobi throughout the Senju clan. She typically only befriends those who see past her quirky nature and oddities and understand her true nature and capabilities. Because of this, Hisado has unwavering faith and loyalty to her comrades and, if necessary, would give her life for them, without much of a second thought, if any. She is definitely the friendly type and will do her best to not anger her comrades, simply blushing and apologizing when someone gets angry with her. She is not the type to argue or lash out at others, instead keeping to herself when she becomes enraged or depressed. She doesn't let her emotions, especially negative ones, affect those around her and will often seclude herself to avoid such things.

As stated by her father and creator, Hisado greatly lacks confidence in herself and her abilities which often times hinders her actions or even progression in some aspects. However, she easily overcomes such tendencies when the situation calls for it, especially if she has to protect or defend her comrades. With that said, she doesn't ever let her lack of confidence hold her back but instead keeps it in place as a humbling factor.

x10 Kunai
x20 Shuriken
x50 Senbon
x50 Meters of Titanium Wire
x2 Earthen Katanas
x1 Metal Youkai

Hiyu and Azui were two members of the Senju clan who had fallen in love in the earlier years of their life, choosing to get married once they had become full fledged adults. Azui had retired from being a shinobi and Hiyu still operated as an on-field operative. They were both highly dedicated to the Senju clan, however, they felt that raising a daughter in Sunagakure would be far more than they could bear. Protecting her from the discrimination and hate that came along with bearing the Senju name. They wanted to protect their daughter from such atrocities at all costs. Even if it meant that they would be unable to raise their own child. This was specifically why they had made plans ahead of her birth to have another clan raise her as their own. The Kamsui clan. They met with two parents who were infertile from the clan that they intended to have raise their only daughter. They seemed like very proper and upstanding people and after having many brief and extended discussions with them they had finally made the tough decision to hand over their daughter to them to be raised by the clan. The clan itself was a small, meager clan on the border of the Wind Country. They were isolated and almost completely free of conflict. This was specifically why they had chosen to send Hisado there.

Although Azui was pregnant, she kept in the house for most of the time that she was pregnant, hoping to hide the fact from the rest of the clan for the sake of what they had planned. They did not wish for the rest of the clan to find out and force Hisado to stay. After all, the clan was in dire need of young shinobi and it would be considered borderline treasonous for them to be sending their own child off to another clan. For that reason, they kept to themselves for most of the nine months, hoping that everything would go well. With Azui retired from her shinobi work, it was easy for her to stay out of the way of most of the clan. With Hiyu carrying the brunt of all the missions that the family was handed, she managed to stay in the house for the entire nine months, only leaving for brief periods of time when she knew no one would notice her. When it was coming upon time for her to give birth, the two invited a close family friend who was a master of medical ninjutsu to carry out the delivery process. After all, they could not trust anyone else for the task as they would surely release such information to the rest of the clan.

A resounding cry broke out throughout the room as the medical shinobi operated on the mother of the yet to be named unborn daughter of Hiyu and Azui. The cry itself was from the mother of the unborn baby, Azui, whom truly felt the pains of childbirth in that moment. The medical shinobi found it necessary to provide her with painkillers, though weak ones, to numb the pain without interfering with the birthing process. "Push!" the medical shinobi told the mother, urging her through the process while periodically checking her vitals. Finally with one final strenuous push, Azui gave birth to her newborn baby. With a smile of pride, she took the baby in her arms, the baby wrapped in a blanket. The medical shinobi smiled earnestly and, after checking her vitals once more, proceeded to inspect the baby for any potential defects or problems. Once he had decided that there was nothing to be concerned with he began to pack up his equipment and nodded to them. "Let me know when you've decided what to name her." he said with a genuine smile.

"Oh, I think... I think I know what to name her." she said with a smile, noticing the baby's unusually pale skin. "We'll name her Hisado." she said, smiling at Hiyu who smiled in turn. "That's a perfect name." he said in return to the name for his new daughter. The medical shinobi nodded and closed his eyes. "Congratulations, Hiyu and Azui." he said before proceeding to leave the room, being sure to close the door behind him. Left alone with their newborn child, they kissed and held the baby, whom remained silent throughout the process, simply shifting around every once in a while. She was quite quiet for a baby, especially considering she had just been born. It seemed a bit abnormal though the medical shinobi had verified that she was completely in the clear health-wise. There should be no cause for alarm, but a mother always worried. Azui simply tried to console herself in the fact that she had such a healthy baby, regardless of how quiet she may be.

The two new parents snuck out of their home late at night one dark midnight, making absolute sure that no one was following them or even knew they were leaving, for that matter. They managed to leave the rest of the Senju clan for that night, meeting up the parents from the other clan half-way between the Hidden Sand Village and their small clan's settlement. The exchange was relatively brief, for the most part. However, Azui and Hiyu took a large portion of the time kissing and coddling their newborn daughter, hoping to spend as much of their last moments with their daughter as possible. Finally, they handed over their daughter to Yukiteru and Riyuku Kamsui. Although they were slightly hesitant at first, they managed to convince themselves to follow through with it. They handed their only daughter over to the pair, whom accepted her with kind hearts and open arms. "Thank you. Thank you so much." the tearful couple would choke out before turning around with their newly acquired baby, carrying her off to her new clan.

Even at one year old, she was still extremely quiet and silent throughout her days, spending most of her time sleeping every chance she had to do so. Even though a full year had passed, not much had changed in her other than the fact that she slightly larger and growing more and more. She was now a slightly chubby baby and seemed as though she could not get any larger in terms of her general size. However, this would only stay like this for so long. Hisado would always play around with her rattle and toys that her new parents provided her with, swinging them around and sometimes using them as weapons. That is, when she was actually awake. As previously stated, the young Hisado Senju hardly spent much time at all actually awake. It was only when she had completely restored her energy through sleeping that she actually got up and played. She got along well with the other babies and would often befriend anyone who was willing to get close to her. At least, that was the way it seemed as she still too young to talk, especially fluently.

"Awwwe! I'm so proud of you, Hisado!" Yukiteru congratulated her adopted daughter as she watched the two year old Hisado waddle across the room at a brisk pace, monitoring the young baby's stance and stature as to be there for her if she should fall or stumble. "Come, Riyuku! Look!" Yukiteru shouted from across the home to her husband whom rushed to the room, a grin spreading across his usually serious face as he caught a glimpse of his two year old daughter waddling right before she fell onto her hands and knees. "That's incredible! It's so natural to her!" he said, obviously surprised that she was able to simply walk so abruptly and yet do it so well. They rejoiced as they admired their daughter's newly found ability. Though it was such a simple thing to walk, they, as parents, were more than proud of their daughter and celebrated that night. Hisado was more than happy to participate in the celebration as it meant she could drink juice and have fun with her parents. She was quite intelligent for a two year old, after all. Already learning that familial relationships were vital to one's upbringing.

This was not the only accomplishment that came almost naturally to Hisado at the age of two, however, as a few months later she uttered her first words. These words were so simple yet an astounding display of her intelligence as a baby. "Bring... mama..." she would utter to her father as she was crying and her father, Riyuku, had no idea what to do with her. It was not until she uttered those two words that he became aware that she wanted her mother, Yukiteru. So he went and got here, at which point Hisado would squeel "Mama!" repeatedly until she was lifted up into the air, cradled in her mother's arms. She would continue to squeal the word she had just recently learned to her mother, unknowing of how happy hearing the word made her mother. Although she had just learned to speak, she was already tossing the word around the more she grew, knowing exactly what mama meant and using it accordingly.

At the age of three she was learning more and more how to speak, now having learned how to say papa and other mundane words in order to illustrate to her parents more efficiently what she needed and wanted and when. It made life on her parents much easier now that, rather than crying, she would simply tell them what she needed or wanted. It was a simple system and one that usually came later in a shinobi's years. It was extraordinary that her ability to communicate was advancing so rapidly and quickly that she was able to hold small conversations with her parents and others. At this point in time, most of her 'playmates' were unable to speak all too well or even know what they were really saying, even if they could speak, so she found herself a little lonely at this point in time as her intelligence had proceeded her playmates'. She was no longer on equal footing with them and it was a lonely life to be so far above those around you.

At the age of five, her training in the art of Earth release began. It was training that included the combining of one's chakra with Earth release to produce manipulation of the element. Although her ability to manipulate Doton had yet to manifest, it did not stop her father, Riyuku, from teaching her the proper forms and stances one must take in combat to more efficiently utilize the style. Furthermore, she was taught many things revolving around hand-to-hand combat that would assist her in fighting. Such things involved her stance as well as how much force to apply to one's punches, kicks, and other maneuvers. Her father had hoped to instill her all the necessary training she would need for when she finally attained her mokuton element. Once she had obtained the special ability of her clan, she would have already mastered all she needed to in order to utilize her kekkei genkai to the fullest. However, her ability to manipulate mokuton never manifested, sadly.

It was not until she turned eight that things began to take a drastic decline in her life. "Where's the money, Riyu." the man pushed Riyuku against the wall, pulling a knife from his pocket. The knife gleamed and shone as he put it to his neck, squinting his eyes. "I don't have your money, Gameru! Just give me more time!" Riyuku pleaded, as Gameru simply shook his head and dropped the father of Hisado, turning his head to spot young Hisado standing in the doorway of her bedroom, watching the events transpire. "I guess you'll need some... motivation..." he muttered as he walked over towards Hisado, stopping six feet in front of her. The young kunoichi trembled as she looked up to the face of the tall, rather large and round man who stood before her. "You leave her out of this!" Riyuku shouted, gritting his teeth as the rotund man glanced at Tatsu off-handedly. "Oh, you care for this little shit? Must be your daughter, eh?" he chuckled smugly before pulling his knife back. "I guess I'll have to take her eyes as payment." he muttered, before slinging the knife forward, sending it flying at Hisado.

Hisado's father disappeared in a flash of speed and movement, appearing before the knife as it struck him dead in the center of his chest, forcing him to collapse, coughing up blood. "Daddy!" she shouted as she approached her father, holding him as she looked angrily to the rotund man known as Gameru. "I'll kill you." she muttered, her eyes flashing as they suddenly honed in on the man. Pillars of Earth slowly began to rise from either side of her feet, sharp at the ends and pointed at the man. "Oh ho ho. Seems like we've got some feisty ones here. I guess I'll have to take both of your eyes." he laughed, watching as Hisado stood up, her eyes squinted. "You die here." she whispered as the man charged at her, another knife readily in his hand. His hand shot forward with the knife in his grip, his fist clenched around the handle, the tip of the blade aimed at the young kunoichi's forehead. She swiftly stepped to the side, chopping the man in his arm to knock his trajectory off before performing a few more maneuvers until she was as close to the man as she could get. With a flash of movement she struck the man's pressure points with two fingers at a phenomenal speed, striking him over and over again until he was paralyzed on the ground, quivering and shaking in fear. He looked up at her in fear, pleading for her to show mercy before she shook her head. "Filth like you deserve no mercy." she muttered before striking her palm against his forehead, discharging a large wave of chakra through his brain.

By the time Hisado had reached nine years of age, her mother, Yukiteru, was stricken with grief and grew more and more ill as time drew on. Although medical shinobi could not diagnose the exact cause of the illness, they estimated that she only had a mere three months to live. Hisado, stricken with grief, spent those three months almost non-stop with her mother, unsure of how she would survive without her. However, she knew that she had to try somehow, for her mother's sake. After all, if she could not even make it on her own, how could her mother leave the world peacefully with sound mind? Hisado consoled her mother constantly and tried to make her last three months as happy as she could. It was a burden that most children were unable to bear but Hisado knew that there was a reason for everything. That somewhere in the vast universe, there existed a god that had deemed her mother's time had come. She could not dispute that god, whomever it may be. She could only accept things as they were and make the best of them. After all, if she could not even make the last moments of her mother's life happy and joyous, who was she to call herself a daughter. "Mommy, will you tell me a story?" Hisado asked her mother, cradling a rather thick book in her arms. Yukiteru smiled genuinely, patting her daughter gently on the head. "Dear... Go get mommy a glass of water and she'll tell you that story." she whispered, to which Hisado nodded and ran off to the kitchen to make a glass of water. She turned on the faucet, filling a cup to the brim with ice and water before returning to her mother.

The shattering of glass sounded throughout the home as Hisado dropped it on the ground, her eyes wide with grief and her body frozen in place. "Wh-why..." she whispered, dropping to her knees, screaming as tears poured down her cheeks, her chest heaving as she sobbed harder and harder. How could she live without her mother? She had put up a tough front with her mother because she did not want her mother to think she could not do it, but looking back, perhaps her mother could have helped her more if she had known how helpless Hisado would be. Hisado gasped and cried more and more as she heard a knock on the front door, a neighbor who had heard the ruckus, but Hisado ignored it. Finally the neighbor barged in, rushing to the scene at which point he covered Hisado's eyes and carried her outside, telling her it would all be okay. Hisado reached her hand out from over the male clan member's shoulder towards her mother, as if trying to grasp her hand one last time. She wanted to feel the warmth of her mother's gentle touch just one last time... But her chance was lost.

Hisado was now ten years of age and lived on the streets, roaming from place to place in search of something more meaningful in life. She found nothing. Soon she encountered two men beating up a helpless man, reaching down and raiding his pockets for anything worth stealing. Hisado approached them, her eyes glazed over as she examined them both. "What're ya lookin' at, bitch?" one of them spat at her. Hisado did not respond, but silently activated her Doton elemental manipulation. Veins of Earth emerged from either side of her feet as the strenuous activation of her special ability became apparent, her irises honing in on the men. "Woah, woah, woah, we didn't mean it! Honest! Chill, chill!" the other man tried to calm her down, at which she obeyed, deactivating the spirals of Earth and holding out her hand. "Half." she muttered, gesturing towards the ryo in the man's hand. The man looked down at the ryo he held in his hand then back at Hisado. "Half? You must be out of ya fuckin' mind, kid." she reactivated the spirals of Earth release in an instant before muttering once more. "Half." The man obliged her, watching as she deactivated her Earth release and stuffed the ryo in her front left pocket. "Ey kid, I don't reckon you'd be interested in joining our crew? You're young but we could teach ya a few things." he told her, smirking. "I mean, me and Kaito couldn't. But master Amatachi could definitely teach you a lot about the streets." he told her, grinning from ear to ear.

Hisado smiled for the first time in a long time, realizing that she may have found a place to belong. Finally, she felt as if she might have a future somewhere. Even if it was on the streets as a petty criminal, it was something. She followed the men back to their hideout in a dark alley way, proceeding into it unwavering and without fear. The men suddenly bowed down before an older man with white hair and a long white beard. He was somewhat slim and his body was cloaked in a long robe that reached all the way to the ground. He raised his hand, gesturing for them to rise. "This young lady did not bow. Why should you, in her presence?" he whispered before pointing towards Hisado. "What business have you here?" he whispered in a monotone voice, his words gentle and calming. "I..." she started but the man to her right interrupted her, stating in her stead. "She's here to be trained, master Amatachi. She wants to join us." he told his master, who nodded, smiling at Hisado. "You're welcome to join us, young one. However, I must warn you that our initiation is rough and excruciatingly tedious. You'll be an official member once you can last five minutes in a spar with myself. Then and only then may you go out on the streets." he told her, his words firm yet warm and gentle. Hisado nodded. "I understand." she said rather bluntly, in an equally monotonous tone as the elderly man spoke in.

Hisado was now thirteen years of age, her body was beginning to fill out and her skill was improving drastically. "Don't leave yourself open, child!" Amatachi shouted as he struck at her with a curled fist to the face, which she dodged skillfully and reciprocated with the exact same technique. The elderly man known as Amatachi was certainly more agile than he appeared as he ducked backwards, grabbing Hisado by her wrist and throwing her across the room against the wall. Hisado coughed as she landed on the ground, slowly rising to her feet. Amatachi did not let up, however, rushing at her quickly without regard for her safety. He struck her repeatedly in the face with his closed fist, dodging any meager attempt she made to fight back. "You... still... have... a lot... to learn... child..." he muttered between punches, beating her mercilessly. She spit up blood as she lay sprawled on the ground, her master walking away from limp body. "Clean yourself up and return to me when you've gotten at least a little stronger, young one." he told her, his words once more gentle, unlike they had been earlier. He had two sides to him. And Hisado was one of the few who got to see them both so back-to-back. Hisado staggered to her feet as she limped to her room to clean herself up and practice for next time. She had to defeat her master even if it meant she had to train non-stop.

Hisado was now 15 years old and she challenged her master, Amatachi once more. "You still alive, old man? Good." she called out to Amatachi, grinning. "It's time I fixed that." she giggled, getting into position and fixing her posture for defensive maneuvering and evasion if necessary. "Come at me, gramps." she spat. "You children never learn." the old master muttered as she dashed forward at Hisado, a blade of chakra forming from his palm as he swung it at Hisado repeatedly, which Hisado responded to by maneuvering around it quickly with great agility, using the backside of her hand to nudge it off course every now and then to make dodging easier. "Oh, you're getting better..." he muttered as he attempted to strike her again and again, missing each time. Finally he leaped backwards, landing square on his feet, performing a series of handsigns. "I see how it's going to be." he muttered, as lightning affinity chakra began to envelope his body, electricity sparking here and there, the sound of it crackling throughout the room. "It's a shame I have to put you down now, child." he cackled, rushing at Hisado with incredible speed, appearing next to her and letting loose a well-aimed kick at her side. She was sent flying against the wall but stood up, blinking. "Fine, gramps. Be that way." she muttered, as she activated her earth release, spirals of earth emerging from the ground.

She rushed at her master at a speed equal to his, even with his lightning enhanced speed, before jumping into the air and aiming a kick right at his gut. He was sent flying against the wall, rubble flying all across the room as she landed squarely on her feet. "I'm not done with you yet!" she would shout out as she rushed to his left side, as soon as he had crawled out of the wall, and struck him with a curled fist blow to the face, sending him flying across the room once more, coughing up blood as his body was scraped up and badly injured. Hisado approached him slowly before picking him up by the neck of his robe, pushing him up against the wall. "Kill me, child. Inherit my empire." he whispered, his eyes dull and lifeless at this point, almost as if he had accepted his death years ago. "No. You're going to leave. There's still more for you to teach me, master." she said, smiling as she let him down onto his feet, stepping back. "Very well... I'll stay alive to mentor you then." he said with a smile, bowing to her gingerly due to his wounds. "Good." she said, giggling as he limped over to a nearby chair to sit down, a medical shinobi on standby rushed to his aid to assist and heal him.

"I hired this medical shinobi for you... Never thought he'd be healing me. You've come a long way, child." he told her, smiling at her. She smiled as well, happy as she could be. She finally fit in for once. She had a place that she could call home and a family of her own again. Things were as they should be. She was truly happy. Hisado spent the next few years raiding government buildings for ryo, mugging people on the streets, and performing other criminal acts. She was growing to be quite the little criminal. However, some part of her shouted out to her. A part of her that told her what she was doing was wrong and that she should change her ways. Maybe that part of her was right? But how could it be right when what she was doing made her so happy and was so profitable? She continued living this life style until she seventeen years old. That was when it happened. An occurrence that would change her life and the way she viewed the world forever.

"Get up! Hisado! Hisado!" the shout was from Kaito, the man she had first met when she joined the organization. He shook her awake, her groggy body rising as she looked around. "Wah?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes. "Master Amatachi is dead! They-" he was cut off as a dagger attached to a chain cut clean through his chest, jutting out through his back. It was suddenly snatched back, allowing his body to fall dead to the ground, a shadow standing in the doorway of the room. "Prisoner or member?" the figure asked, clearly asking if Hisado was a prisoner of the organization or a member of it. Hisado froze, her eyes intensifying as she gazed at the man. She had no idea what to do. What should she do? Pose as a prisoner and get away with her life or try to avenge her master? What was she thinking... She had to avenge her master and protect whoever was left in the organization. She leaped from her bed, activating her earth release simultaneously as she stood in front of the figure within an instant, striking him clean through the chest with pillars of earth one after another as he was frozen in place, his body thudding back and forth from the strikes before falling limp to the ground. Hisado retrieved a kunai from her pouch, leaning down and slicing his throat before holding it in her hand, slowly examining the entire hideout with her detection methods.

She looked around at each and every shady figure that she did not recognize, and soon it was all clear to her. The entire organization except for her had been killed already. She counted the number of figures in the hideout and it appeared to be no more than five. She bit her bottom lip as she realized perhaps she had made a huge mistake. "Five.. A rival gang? Maybe..." she murmured as she slowly inched her way out of the room, since there was no one in the room outside of hers. She proceeded to sneak up on the first man slowly, rounding the corner in an instant and stabbing the kunai clean into his jugular, gripping his body and letting it down slowly and gently as to not alert the other dark figures within the hideout. She immediately took note of the others' positions, noticing that they had all moved by that time. One of them was approaching her at that moment. "Reimo, you there?" the voice called out to silence, Hisado remaining quiet as she waited to ambush him. "Hello? Reimo?" he called once more, slowly rounding the corner only to face the same exact fate as his comrade, Reimo. A kunai to the jugular.

Hisado proceeded to sneak up on and take care of the remaining shady figures before exiting the hideout, immediately running out into the night. She knew not where she would go, all she knew was that she could never return to that kind of life. Not ever. She panted and cried as she ran, gasping as she ran into a clansman, dropping to the ground, cowering as he leaned down. "Are you okay, miss? You need help?" he asked, an earnest expression on his face. Hisado, stricken with terror, did not respond in any manner. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, carrying her to his home. "It's okay, I'll clean you up." he said, noticing the blood all over her as well as the few wounds she possessed. "Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked her, to which she shook her head no. "Do you need a place to stay?" he followed up with another question. She nodded slowly, but hesitantly and he smiled warmly. "It's okay. You can stay with me until you can afford your own place." he said generously. He made his way back to his home and carried her inside, spending that night helping her get settled in and cleaned up and what not. By the end of the night, she was warm and comfortable in a nice and cozy bed, drifting off into the abyss of sleep... Dreaming terrible nightmares.

When she turned eighteen years of age, she was finally able to afford her own place to live and moved out of the man's home. She thanked him for his kindness, offering him money for all of his assistance but he declined, telling her it was only the right thing to do. The entire ordeal had instilled a new set of morals in Hisado that had not been present prior to then. With those morals, she made it far in the clan's rankings. By the age of nineteen she had already become an on-field operative clan soldier. Not only that, but she became designated by the clan leader as the Master of Lightning. She became a master of Doton Earth release and was even one of the fastest and most agile shinobi in the clan. She was finally happy as she fit in more than ever, yet she yearned to meet her real parents one day. Despite this, she had found her place among the clan on the upper world rather than the underworld. She was no longer ashamed of herself and had something to actually be proud of. Despite her young age, she was quite the prodigy, capable of engaging even some of the most powerful elder clan members.

A demonic entity, the Youkai, was under the control of a group of seven individuals at the time. These individuals deemed themselves the Rokudo, a group of seven earth style masters who were rampaging through the small encampment in which Hisado lived. This encampment was a small group of Kamsui clan members that had resided for a long time in the outskirts of the Wind Country, far away from any potential threats. They secluded themselves and avoided war at all costs. However, they happened to be the target of the Rokudo at this point in time. Primarily for the strategic invasion of the rest of the Wind Country, then they would move on to invade other clans such as the Hyuuga clan. At this point in time, Hisado's real parents had caught wind of what would be occurring and Hiyu, Hisado's father, conspired with members of the Hyuuga clan to protect the small clan in exchange for handing over their daughter to them, however, it appeared as if they were too late. The sinister Youkai had ravaged everything and obliterated almost every living thing within the vicinity. However, there remained the partial corpse of a single girl. A nineteen year old girl by the name of Hisado.

Two men by the names of Tatsuma Hyuuga and Hiyu Senju arrived on the scene and came across the girl while the others proceeded to hold off the Youkai beast as well as the members of Rokudo. "You, Senju. Can you create a new body for this girl?" Tatsuma asked Hiyu, glancing at him questioningly. "Well. I could... But... What do you intend to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "We still have time. Just hurry up and create the body." he muttered, sitting down and performing an extensive slew of hand signs. While he went on to form a long flurry of handseals, the Senju revealed a summoning control, biting his thumb and running a long line of blood across the seals. Suddenly a multitude of parts and pieces were summoned before him and he got to work on piecing them together, using parts comprised of Senju wood here and there to tighten them together and for other purposes. Within minutes they both had completed each of their jobs. Tatsuma was just finishing his handseals up when Hiyu gestured to him, "It's finished." he said, a little uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. Tatsuma nodded before placing his left hand on Hisado's corpse, immediately placing his right hand on the new body. "Transfer!" he would shout as he pulled what remained of Hisado's brainwaves from her body, transferring it into the new body. "Quick, give her some chakra." Tatsuma told the Senju, whom obliged. He quickly placed his hands on the android body, channeling an immense amount of chakra into it.

Hisado shot up as quickly as she possibly could, her android body creaking as it was still being broken in. She looked around quickly, her eyes dilating as they adjusted to the chakra within her body. She immediately stood up, staggering a bit as she was still getting used to her new body. "Good, you're awake." Tatsume said, grinning. "Retreat to the Senju in-lands. You're not strong enough to stay and help." he told her, standing up along with Hiyu. "We'll hold them off long enough for you to make it." he told her, moving to stand in front of her, as did Hiyu. "No." she whispered, making her way to the forefront of the group. "I'll take care of this." she whispered. With a sudden flash of movement she disappeared, staggering every once in a while on the way to the Youkai, fumbling on her feet as she was still making the adjustments. As soon as she was within range she jumped into the air, releasing a powerful kick to the side of the beast's jaw, knocking its jaw clean off. It howled in pain, pulling back and swinging it's tentacles wildly at the young kunoichi android.

Pushing off of one tentacle with her feet, Hisado propelled herself to the next tentacle, doing so multiple times as she zipped from place to place along its many tendril-like tentacles. Finally she jumped at the head of the beast and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, knocking it back with each one. She propelled herself forward each time with chakra emissions from her feet, continuing to punch and kick the beast relentlessly. This continued with Hisado holding off the Youkai until the Senju and Hyuuga joint forces had managed to take out Rokudo, at which point Hisado landed with her feet firmly planted on the ground, looking up at the now cognitive Youkai. He quickly retreated as he realized what was going on, leaving the Senju and Hyuuga to rejoice in their victory. Hisado, ignoring all the rejoicing and happiness, made her way over to the jaw of the Youkai, picking it up in her hand an examining it before placing it around her neck, using her chakra to mesh it with the rest of her body. "I am... The Eternal Puppet." she whispered, closing her eyes. Her life changed forever from there on out. She was no longer Hisado the Senju, despite retaining her Senju abilities. She was now Hisado the eternal puppet. Destined to live on forever as a puppet to whoever wished to utilize her strength and might.

Later on, Hisado proceeded to hunt down the Youkai, hoping to invite him to aid her on her journey in life. Although at first, he disagreed, he remembered how powerful she was in engaging him in battle and subsequently agreed. She readily accepted him as her new headpiece, allowing him to attach himself to the top of her head, and they became a duo from there on out. She was no longer alone as an eternal puppet and she could now rely on her demonic comrade, Youkai, to assist her in combat.

Hisado had received word from her superiors that she was to perform a reconnaissance mission on a clan residing nearby. The clan known as the Fuuteru clan. They were a clan that specialized in wind manipulation and control and practiced quite potent wind-based techniques. Although the Senju clan was residing within Sunagakure at this time, they had no authority to authorize such a mission and thus were doing so in secrecy. Hisado agreed to it, realizing that should she be caught she would be denied by her own clan and rejected a rogue renegade. With all of her concerns in mind, she agreed to the mission regardless. "Ah, it's so hot." she muttered. "You can't even feel it, Hisa. What are you talking about?" her partner on the mission, Hisui, pointed out rather matter of factly. "Still. It's hot." she rebutted. "Oh well. We're almost there. Just ignore it." he told her. "Okay." she responded with a monotonous tone of voice. It was not as if she could actually feel the heat but just knowing its presence brought back memories from when she was still alive. Memories of when she was a human girl. She remembered the heat being quite a disturbance and pestering her at times. Perhaps it was just habit for her to complain about hot weather? Regardless. She had a mission to complete.

"Hisado... Get ready. If we're caught, I need you to retreat. I'll hold them off." he told her, unaware of how much she had grown in her time as a puppet. Hisa simply nodded to him, as if agreeing with him, though she knew good and well that if it came down to it she would never leave a comrade behind. "Alright, alright." she whispered. They each disappeared with a flicker of movement as they approached the clan's camp, stopping abruptly right behind a wall of a building. There did not appear to be anyone out and about but this was the building they were supposedly supposed to be spying on. "Here goes..." Hisui whispered as he cupped his right hand, placing it against the wall and channeling chakra into it as he placed his ear to it. It was a technique that he had developed that allowed him to listen through walls. It came in handy on these kinds of missions and was primarily the reason he had been sent on this mission. Hisado's purpose for being on the mission was entirely different. The Senju wanted to test her capacity for stealth work, or at the least, her ability to escape situations without information leaking about her presence. Little did the clan know that Hisado had interesting ways of going about this.

"We've been awaiting your arrival, Senju scum." a member of the Fuuteru clan spat, approximately six of them arriving behind the two Senju clan members. "We figured you rats would catch wind of our plans sooner or later." he muttered, the leader of the group, as he stepped forward. "Now die, just like the rest of your clan will." he spat as blades of wind were unleashed from all directions. Hisado's head piece, Youkai opened up, its eyes glowing as it unhinged its jaw. "What... the..." the leader of the Fuuteru muttered as the wind blades were sucked in by a sudden vacuum and devoured by Youkai as if they were nothing. "Monster!" one of the clan members shouted, staggering backwards. "What are you...?" the leader whispered as Hisui stepped forward now. "We are Senju." he muttered, suddenly disappearing and reappearing right in front of the leader of the group. With a quick blow to the jugular from his kunai, the leader of the group dispersed, clearly having substituted himself with a clone. The other five remained, clearly wiling to stay and fight the two Senju clan members. Hisui looked around at the four or so that surrounded him, each one charging at him with the intent to kill. They had drawn their blades, swinging them in arcs and slashing at Hisui with quick speed and the cutting power of wind release. Hisa herself was facing off against the fifth member, one who was heavily cloaked in dark cloathing.

"Hisado... I've waited." he whispered as he jumped backwards, pulling a small summoning scroll from his pouch. He unfurled it in an instant and performed a single handseal, summoning numerous puppets, numbering nearly twenty, before landing. He attached a single chakra string to each puppet, two from each finger. "You'll be mine, puppet girl." he cackled as he launched each puppet one after another at Hisado. She would not be defeated so easily. She maneuvered fluidly around the movements of each puppet, staying on the defensive for the time being, trying to buy some time. She dodged and blocked each attack that the puppets attempted, easily holding them all off as the fight went on. This went on for several minutes until something caught Hisado's attention. "Hisa, run! We know what we need to know!" Hisui shouted, his voice clearly disgruntled. Hisa looked over to see her parent dropped to the ground, several wounds to his torso and abdomen areas. "Run..." he whispered once more before another blow came his way, this time clean through his head. Blood splattered across the ground as Hisui fell dead, leaving only Hisa. "Hi-...sui..." the young puppet girl whispered as a three puppets were suddenly gripping her arm firmly. She looked over at them, only in time to see them rip off her left arm. Hisado dropped onto her left knee, gripping where her left arm used to be.

"Die... Die... Die..." she muttered. "What was that?" the cloaked figure cackled. "You wanna die, is it? Allow me to grant your wish!" he shouted, sending one last puppet in her direction, a blade emerging from the puppet's hand, aimed at Hisa's head. "Die..." she muttered one last time as chakra began to be emitted from where her left arm used to be, a new left arm sprouting as if from nowhere. "It's a Doton user!" one of the clan members would shout, but they were too late to warn the cloaked figure. Hisado punched clean through the puppet with her left arm, shattering it to tiny pieces. She proceeded to maneuver around the area quickly and efficiently and in a matter of seconds had destroyed each and every one of the puppets indiscriminately. "Now die!" she shouted, merging her left hand's fingers together into a sharpened blade before appearing a foot in front of the cloaked figure, decapitating him with the blade in an instant. His head slid off his neck, falling to the ground as his body fell limp, slumping onto the ground. His head proceeded to roll to the feet of the other clan members who were now stricken with fear. "But... master Yoshido said... That cloaked figure would lead us to victory..." they muttered, shaking and cowering. Hisa turned her head to glare at the men now, disappearing with movement and appearing before each and every one of them, having performed shadow clone jutsu mid-movement. Each clone had a refined blade for a left hand, decapitating each clan member with swiftness.

Hisado proceeded to raid the small camp, killing indiscriminately as she wiped out the entire clan known as the Fuuteru clan in a single night. She faced several worthy foes but not a single one of them survived her onslaught. She was relentless with her killing intent, refusing to let up against any of them. She blamed the entire clan for the death of her friend and comrade. It was unforgivable. By morning she realized that she had to leave and return to the Senju clan, and so she did. She returned to the Senju clan covered from head to toe in the blood of her adversaries. "It is done." she whispered in an apathetic tone of voice, her emotions withheld and unseen. The one who had assigned her the mission was flabbergasted by the over-all turn out of the mission. However, it was deemed a relative success and Hisado was told to get herself cleaned up and take a break for the weak. After all, what she had seen and what she had been through was far more than traumatizing. She agreed begrudgingly and began her week long break from missions, spending most of the time holed up in her home.

Hisado made her way through the windy desert area that was found in the northern parts of the Wind Country. Although she typically had no business around those parts, she had arrived recently because she was tipped off by an informant that a member of the Fuuteru clan had survived her onslaught and was residing in the northern parts of the Wind Country, contemplating their revenge as they sought out answers on who it was that destroyed their clan. Although they kept most of their information to themselves, they had narrowed the culprit down to a member of the Senju clan. With that said, he was still investigating and trying to figure out who it was that killed off all of his friends and family. He sought these answers so that he could exact revenge on that person. After all, they left him alone in this world. He was without anyone to call friend nor family and had no home to go back to. He could only live in isolation where he currently resided until he was able to find out who it was that had killed them and try to take revenge on them and their clan. Anticipating that they would take the route of revenge, Hisado sought them out in an attempt to kill them before they could get the chance.

Hisado searched for several hours until it began to grow dark out, the sun retreating over the horizon while the moon now began to make its presence known, providing its own borrowed light to the world. "Maybe... I should call it a night." she noted to herself, right before a sound alerted her to someone's presence. The sound of a twig snapping underneath the weight of someone's foot. She immediately turned around, shooting an apathetic glance at whoever it may be. He shared the physical characteristics of the clan member she was looking for. In fact, he looked incredibly similar to many of the clan members that she had killed that night. It had to be him. "Fuuteru?" she asked in a monotonous voice, her eyes still as apathetic as ever. The guy was taken aback with surprise at how she could tell what clan he was from by simply looking at his physical characteristics. Then again, it was not as if the clan members looked like everyone else. They resided in the Wind Country and possessed pure blonde hair along with red irises in their eyes. Clearly, they were original in their own right. For this reason, Hisado did not wait for an answer from the man before flickering past him, her Doton swords drawn. She whirled in a circular arc at the end of her path, shoving one of her swords into the ground to correct her posture before shooting at him a second time, this time with the intent to attack. She pulled her blades back like a pair of scissors, crossing them with one another as she was going to attempt to cleave his head off.

The man seemed relatively calm for the most part, waiting for the blades to get just within reach of his neck before his right hand appeared between the blades and his throat, stopping them at the last second. His hand was shiney and metallic, almost as if it were comprised of hardened metals. Hisa simply grunted and pulled back, leaping backwards. "Surprised? It's my clan's kekkei genkai. I was the only one of my generation to inherit it." he told her, slowly walking towards her now at this point. "The ability to replace one's skin in an instant with metal harder than even the Senju's strongest wood. Quite a power, right?" he cackled, his eyes darting from side to side suddenly as Hisa started flickering all around him with great speed, taking no time to hold a conversation with the man. "So tell me!" he shouted out. "Are you just some dog they sent after me or are you the real deal?" he questioned her, though receiving no answer. "So be it. I'll kill you all in the end, anyway." he muttered, slowly turning both of his hands into blades of metal. He dashed at what he predicted to be her next location, extending his blade to cut clean through her torso. Anticipating his actions, as soon as she had stopped in that spot she drifted slightly to the side, narrowly avoided the blow. With a quick punch to the side of his head and a kick to his side the man was sent flying into a nearby sand dune.

"Oh, you're full of surprises yourself..." he muttered, groggily coming to a stand, dusting the sand from his clothing. He disappeared with movement now, moving at speeds almost unpredictable by most shinobi. Hisado was different, however. Her eyes honed in on his movements within an instant, tracking him all the way up to the point where he was just before her. She quickly channeled an immense amount of chakra into her Doton katanas, pulling them up once more in a scissor fashion to block his bladed hand. She succeeded, having reinforced her Earthen parts so that it could stand up even to his metal. With his free hand he struck at her abdomen now, hoping to catch her off guard. However, having anticipated this action, she pulled one of her Doton katanas, now blocking with only one and knocked his blade away, using that same katana and cut clean through his stomach, releasing his guts and blood. "Die a peaceful death." she whispered, lowering her now free left blade to his neck and slicing his throat cleanly, to ensure that he was indeed dead and had died a quick death. She did not want him to go through too much pain. After all, he had only been trying to avenge his clan. She couldn't blame him.

Hisado had since moved back with the Senju clan, having abandoned her desolate former home that was now devoid of life. She was having trouble making the adjustment to android life. Not only that, but she was having even more trouble adjusting to clan life. For her entire life she had lived in the small encampment far away from her own clan. With a small clan that she had almost nothing in common with. Becoming accustomed to how things worked in the Senju clan was difficult. However, she managed never the less. She lived every day pretty much the same. She took on numerous missions and jobs in order to afford her apartment as well as upgrades to her android body. This resulted in her becoming much more powerful than she originally was. With her new found power she took on more and more difficult missions, happily rejoicing with each mission accomplished. At least, she rejoiced the only way she knew how. With nonchalance and apathy. On occasion she would go to visit one of her creators and father, Hiyu, at his home and he would help make upgrades to her body and train and hone her abilities. Practice made perfect, after all.

They did not reside in the Hidden Sand Village for long, however, as soon enough the clan had decided that enough was enough and had grouped up with the Uzumaki clan to migrate across the wind country all the way to the fire country. Hisado happily marched with them to the densely forested new home, more than happy to find a new home due to the fact that there was really nothing for them back in the Hidden Sand Village. Through many a battle and encounter, they persevered and made it to an area just outside of the borders of the Fire Country. This was where the Uzumaki clan faced a tragic loss and, as a result, blasphemed the Being and the Senju clan and left on their own. However, the Senju clan proceeded forward regardless and, upon arriving at their territory, began a purification process. During this time, the Being would "wash" the Senju spiritually, and instruct them in a new culture, law, and knowledge. Systems for how they would live and how they would deal in the land. For ten years they, as a people, were taught and instructed. Split into Houses/tribes, each given a job in the community. Every Senju learned the Laws, statutes, and commandments that were to be kept in the community. Hisado became a true member of the Senju clan in this period of time.

Yuki was a girl who was approximately five feet and four inches in height, relatively short compared to some shinobi while being somewhat tall compared to the majority of other females in her clan. Although she was not exactly tall by most standards, perhaps she was a tad bit tall compared to most other girls. Especially when one took into account for her age it was almost unbelievable that she was as tall as she was. Her slender body moved and swayed from side to side as she made her way through the densely forested area of the northern parts of the Fire Country. Although the Fire Country was full to the brim with trees almost everywhere, there were naturally clearing and streams here and there. It was actually a stream that Yuki now walked beside, following it intently in hopes of reaching her usual spot at the end of the stream. Her spot consisted of a deforested clearing with multiple training dummies. Ever since the other day when she had encountered a hostile enemy, however, she had gone to great lengths to move to a safer clearing. Which was the one she was currently making her way towards. She had even moved her training dummies and she actually liked the new spot better than the old one. It was right next to the stream so it was easy to find and the stream was relatively deep so it was fun to go swimming in. Yuki continued to walk along the side of stream almost mechanically, realizing that she was starting to drift off into the thought. She returned to Earth promptly, looking around as she noticed a tree with a missing branch and other signs that she was approaching the clearing.

She smiled as she entered the clearing, her eyes lighting up brilliantly as she took in the scenery excitedly. She spotted multiple squirrels and other small animals here and there poking and prodding around the area as if they were new to the clearing, which perhaps they were. Yuki had personally created the clearing herself, after all, as it used to be a dense spot of trees just like the rest of the surrounding area. That is, until Yuki Hyuuga had happened upon the location. It was not as if the spot was frequented by anyone other than wild animals and the occasional boar, which meant she should not have another encounter like she had the other day. She was actually quite excited to get started training in the new clearing that she had created. It was always exciting to try new things. Especially for Yuki. She was always optimistic and excited about such mundane and tedious things. It was not as if she had a dull life or did not have much to look forward to, on the contrary, she viewed every day as a gift and every action with excitement. Everything about life was enjoyable to her and she found it hard to believe that not everyone saw the world through rose-colored glasses in the same way that she did. After all, to her, the optimistic life was the best type of life to live. She sighed as she closed her eyes, blinking before opening her eyes to activate her byakugan, strenuous veins of blood forming on both of her temples as the strain of using her byakugan was clearly visible. She did this to ensure that no one was located within the surrounding areas and for the sake of training purposes. By honing her ability to maintain her byakugan, she was training herself to maintain it for more extended periods of time.

Yuki was beyond your average shinobi in terms of appearance, due to the combination of lineages that had resulted in her birth. Not only was she born with pure blonde hair, a trait that was rare to shinobi in general and even moreso to the Hyuuga clan, but she was also born with the pure white pupilless eyes of the Hyuuga clan. With that said, there were few, if any, shinobi with the exact hair and eye combination as her due to her lineage and clan. Having a rare appearance was not all good and swell, however, as she was often rejected by other members of the Hyuuga clan whom were too prideful to accept her for who she was. It was not as if she allowed such a thing to phase her, however. Her eyes, being so deep white, were easy to get lost in. After all, it was almost as if one were looking into the sun itself on a bright summer's day when one looked into her eyes directly. It was easy to hone in so much on the whiteness of her eyes that one neglected to pay attention to the surrounding features of her face, leading to them seeing nothing but white for that brief moment that they are lost in her gaze. Her face was cutely shaped and relatively small as far as her forehead, nose, and chin were concerned. Her lips were full yet not too large, with a pinkish hue to them. She often kept them pursed together when deep in thought and would pull out a gentle smile when looking to comfort her allies. Today, she simply kept them pursed together for the most part, having no need to really smile at the moment.

Her hair, being blonde, was pure and clean in many ways. Her bangs extended down to just below her eyebrows, waving to the side so that they did not obstruct her vision. While she also had a bit of hair on either side of her head that extended down to the bottom of her neck. In the back, her hair flowed all the way down to around her waist-area. She often kept it loose and waving in the wind but today was different. Instead, she had decided to tie it up into two pony tails that each extended down evenly to her waist. She often tied them with blue ribbons when she did this but today had chosen to use pink ribbons. She had tied the pony tails so neatly and perfectly, making them look nice and neat. She was actually quite proud of herself as she was not often very good with things such as hair. The fact that she was able to do her ponytails so well was a testament to how good she was at things which she did not even do often. It was not necessarily a magnificent feat and thus served to prove very little. However, the fact alone that she was able to do it meant a lot to she herself. There was nothing else that instilled more pride in her than doing something she despised and actually being good at it. More shinobi should perhaps be like her in that regard. Trying things that they ordinarily would not like and seeing just how good they can become at it. It is an excellent way to train and hone one's abilities.

Although she was not the type to be considered too 'girly', she actually cared a lot about her appearance and wished to give off a good impression to those she interacted with, especially in the training grounds as she wished to attract attention to her so she could meet a nice training partner who could help her grow better and stronger. She felt that if her appearance gave off the impression of a slacker, she would not get very far in life. She was, after all, the type of person who believed how one carried themself was vital to how far they made it in life. One could easily look at a person and draw first impressions based on their appearance and how they dressed themselves. This was a sad truth in the world and one that she did not particularly approve of. However, she had little issues with it as she had a large wardrobe of nice clothing as well as outfits that would put most other shinobi to shame. She was not afraid to pick out even the most ostentatious outfits to wear when leaving her home, even if it meant receiving belittling glares from her fellow clans members. How could she help the fact that she enjoyed giving off a positive vibe? How could she help that she wanted to give off positive impressions to all those that gazed upon her? She could not help it, not in the slightest. It was simply the way she was raised. Her parents instilled a specific set of values in her when they raised her and she would not allow those values to go to waste. Instead, she would utilize those values to instill respect in those around her. It was always a good thing to receive respect for the way one carried themselves. It felt good, at least. Perhaps it was not so good? Regardless, Yuki enjoyed dressing up nicely and looking nice.

Her eyes were full and white, as previously mentioned, with no noticeable pupils. Instead, she simply had pure white irises without any sign of a dot or circular black formation in her eyes. When her byakugan was activated, as it presently was, veins extended from either temple on her head, showing that the blood flow in her head had increased dramatically, and the strenuous activity of her eyes was taking its proper toll. Her eyes were somewhat large compared to most but not too large. After all, they gave off a 'cute' appearance that many would fall in love with. They sat at the top of her face perfectly, though not necessarily perfectly symmetrical as no one's eyes are perfectly symmetrical. However, it would be quite a tedious task for one to find flaws in her beauty. That's not to say that her beauty was flawless, on the contrary, her appearance was slightly flawed but that was what was cute about her. Each component of her face worked together to produce an image that would be quite difficult for one to say no to. Over-all, she appeared to be gorgeous but if one were to focus on each part of her face individually they may have realized the flaws in her looks. It was not as if she was all too flawed, however, it was simply that should one focus on the individual aspects of anyone's appearance they would quickly begin to take note of the small flaws here and there. It was simply human nature to be able to do so. Yuki, over-all may have been beautiful, but still fell victim to such individual flaws that most humans possessed.

She often wore a clean, pure-white button-up shirt that she would change without thought should it get dirty. She wore such a shirt on this day, as she did not feel like changing up that detail of her appearance even if she had decided to switch things up with her. After all, it was not necessarily her nicest shirt but it was not a bad shirt either. It was perfect training attire as far as her wardrobe went. She wanted to look nice while not risking ruining her better clothing, after all. She wore the shirt quite well, feeling it fit snugly to her skin while also not being so tight as to restrict her. It was perfectly fit to her body and thus good for training. Much better than her tighter or looser clothing which would have hindered her in some shape or form. She could not have hindrances when training. She had to be of best model and form if she was to train properly and efficiently. She wore it completely buttoned up except for the topmost button which she had left, as she typically did, unbuttoned to give her some breathing room, especially considering she would be doing intensive training today. She could not have her shirt choking her or restricting her, after all. She would be breathing heavily throughout the training session and to have the top button buttoned up would have forced it to cling to her neck. Something she was not particularly fond of. Training was of the utmost importance to her lately and it was difficult to train if she had a collar of a shirt digging into her neck. After all, it would not only restrict her respiratory system but also be a nuisance to feel constantly. Instead, she kept it unbuttoned just enough as to not restrict her windpipe while also giving enough button room so that it hid most of her upper chest.

The collar of this shirt extended half-way up her neck and was folded neatly outward and buttoned up at the innermost portion. It was certainly professional in appearance, clearly designed for those who had the money to afford it. The material was nothing to scoff at and neither was the design. Though it appeared plain, the over all appearance of the shirt was something one did not find often in the shinobi world. Her breasts protruded subtly from the upper-portion of the shirt, being relatively large in size but not too large. They were well-rounded and she wore a light-duty bra that did its jobs while not restricting her too much movement-wise. It wrapped around underneath her arms but had no actual straps. However, the way it was designed prevented it from sliding down or coming off too easily. It was almost like a miniature tube-top that she wore underneath her clothing. This bra was black in color and curved to cling snugly against her upper body, looping around her like a snake would and snapping on the back. It concealed her breasts relatively well, though they were still clearly visible, the bra held them firmly in place and kept them from being too much of a hindrance. It was not too tight but not necessarily too loose. It was perfect as far as Yuki was concerned.

On the outside of this white, buttoned up shirt was her brown over-coat which extended halfway down her upper body, but not all the way to her waist. This was so that it did not inhibit her movement. After all, the shorter a jacket was the less it would impede a kunoichi's movement. It was, in fact, so short that it did not even reach her belly button. Though this was simply off by a few inches, it was still helpful to her agility and swiftness. It was not as if she would wear it training but still. It had been somewhat cold on the way to the training grounds and it helped her stay warm, regardless of how short it was. Even though the forested areas of the Fire Country, particularly in the northern area, was normally extremely hot, she was always one to get cold quite easily. It could have been one hundred degrees out and she would still feel a little breezy and cold. The coat had long sleeves with furrowed cuffs at the end of each arm.

Yuki brandished her head-band on her right shoulder, tied prominently around her arm on the outside of jacket. It bore the symbol of the noble Hyuuga Clan, as most headbands of the clan did, and was made from a meager silver material that shone brilliantly but was not all too durable. The material it was embedded in was a brown cloth-like material that wrapped around her arm, a bit darker tinted than her coat. On the front of her coat, on the left side, was the Hyuuga clan's clan emblem which was embedded and laced in a flimsy silver-type material, making it durable, professional looking, and prominent. Underneath her jacket were two straps that extended around either one of her shoulders, in place in order to hold her entire appearance together when undergoing transformations. After all, her clothing was over-all designed to expand and change in size when she transformed into something awkwardly shaped or larger than her initial size. With that said, the straps did the same and also acted to hold her lower garments to her upper garments while transforming, i.e. her pants to her shirt.

Above her coat she often wore a small, short green cloak-like garment that buttoned up to the right of her neck. It was a sign of her lineage, as it was often what members of her lineage wore to designate who was of pure blood and who was not. Those with green capes were often those who were of the purest blood while those with blue capes had a grandparent or two who were not of the pure blooded lineage that Yuki was, while those with a red cape had a parent who was not of the proper lineage. With that said, Yuki's was pure green due to her purity and bloodline. Both of her parents as well as all of her grandparents were pure-blooded Hyuuga clan members meaning that she was considered of the utmost purity with regards to her clan blood. It was no wonder that she possessed the clan's kekkei genkai. However, due to her specific lineage she was far from appearing like your typical Hyuuga clan member. Even more so, most of the clan did not abide by such traditions that this specific lineage did.

Around her waist she brandished a brown belt with several pouches which held her basic ninja weaponry, even though she was currently not in possession of any weaponry to list. Although she did not possess any weaponry, she had in fact loaded the pouches with small polished pebbles that were actually quite durable and sharp at the ends with jagged parts jutting out. She used them as moderate weapons of sorts due to the fact that she still had to stop by the ninja shop and acquire some new weaponry. She wondered what the prices were looking like around this time of year. After all, the prices were constantly fluctuating with the economy. Regardless, the pebbles would do just fine so long as she threw them at a decent speed. Her father had always taught her to make use of her surroundings and objects around her if she was lacking anything necessary. This was her form of compensating for her lack of weapons. It was not as though she really needed weapons at the moment but one never knew when they would enter combat or need them in a spar, after all. On the front of the belt was a simple silver belt-buckle as well as several holes in place for her to clip the belt or adjust it.

The belt was of moderate thickness and height, but was not too large or bulky. It was quite sturdy and durable while being somewhat difficult to remove if one did not do so on a daily basis. She could easily unclip and remove the belt with relative ease due to the fact that she clipped it on and off every day and had done so for several years now. It was not as if she was new to the whole 'belt' concept but this belt in particular was a handful for anyone not used to it. Anyone who would wish to remove it without her knowing would find such a job quite tedious and time-consuming. This was to prevent anyone from stealing her weaponry or leaving her without her pouches. The belt buckle had two clips on it which slid into the holes found on her actual belt, making it firm and steadfast. The belt also had several clips on it so that she could easily and readily add pouches or bags to it for later use.

Right below her belt she wore a green skirt like garment that was similar in color and hue to her cloak. It was extremely short as it was not intended to be worn alone. Instead, it was simply there to cover her rear and front due to the fact that she was quite modest and innocent in many ways. It was a bit shorter in the front than in the back due to the fact that the front was where it overlapped and clipped at the belt at the top of either one of her thighs. It was not necessarily fundamental clan attire, as not many clan members wore it, but it still bore the same color as her cloak due to her pure clan lineage. Her butt was pert and well-rounded, extending out almost as much as her breasts did. This was one of the main reasons she wore this skirt as her tights did little, if anything, to properly hide it. She did not like for anyone to look at her butt and would even get quite embarrassed when someone acknowledged it in any way, often reacting somewhat harshly towards them in response.

Underneath the skirt was a pair of tights that extended all the way from her waist down to her ankles. They were a whitish grey color and were somewhat thin when it came down to the material. It was stretchy and clung to the skin. Among the tights were several straps which helds a kunai holster or two, each holster holding several kunai and other weaponry that it could fit inside, though they were presently empty due to her lack of weapons to fill them. The straps each had single-clip buckles that were similar in appearance to the belt that she wore around her waist. They criss-crossed around each of her thighs, perfectly symmetrical in appearance. Her tights, due to how tight they were, were over-lapped by the aforementioned skirt and knee-high boots. Her knee-high boots covered up to just below her knees and opened up a bit more toward the top more so than lower down. The boots were brown in color and were of similar hue to her coat.

These boots had a slightly elevated heel which she had mastered running on and were a bit pointed toward the front. They had few, if any, designs on them other than a few swirled light brown designs here and there. The boots fit snugly against her feet and allowed for optimal running speed and performance. They were light-weight, despite their size, and hindered her very little compared to most boots. Her feet were relatively small, though the boots made them look slightly bigger than they actually were, though this is hardly an issue seeing as her feet were rather small to begin with. Her feet actually looked of ordinary size even for a girl in the boots that she wore.

Yuki soon realized that perhaps she should begin training, her body waving from side to side as she got loosened up, starting to lean down on each of her legs, applying pressure and stretching them out as she prepared her body for the training she was about to undergo. After all, preparations for training were necessary if one hoped to not hurt themselves by the time they were finished. If one simply began training without a care for their body, they would simply hurt themselves and that would be quite counter-productive as not only would it end their training early but it would also hinder them in the near future until they were completely healed up. Yuki closed her eyes, blinking before she noticed that there was a wild boar nearby. It had quite large tusks and glared at Yuki as if angrily. Yuki figured that she had accidentally destroyed its home, though she had done so unknowingly. "I'm so sorry, mister piggy!" she shouted as she approached the boar with good intentions though was met with the boar stomping its foot and charging at her. She quickly jumped to the side, rolling across the ground and landing perfectly on her feet as she watched the boar continue on until it rammed into a tree, pulling its head back and swinging its neck to face Yuki, anger clearly brewing in its eyes. Yuki closed her eyes and waved her hand off-handedly, giggling and smiling innocently. "Please don't be mad, mister piggy!" she said, watching as the boar came charging at her once more, this time even faster than before.

Yuki, once more, dodged but this time had jumped over the wild boar in order to evade his assault. She slapped her hands down on his back for leverage, using his body to leap over him like a frog before landing just behind him in a crouched position while the boar continued onward to hit another tree, immediately shaking his head in frustration. He faced Yuki once more, this time grunting and panting as she charged once more, doing so over and over again regardless of how many times Yuki dodged and evaded. It was not until the boar had finally realized that it was no use that he collapsed on the ground in exasperation, his tongue hanging out as he glared at Yuki. Yuki smiled and approached the exhausted wild pig-like creature, crouching next to him and patting his belly earnestly. He stopped glaring for a brief moment and realized that Yuki had meant no harm. The wild boar began to nuzzle Yuki's hand gently as she started to pet and pat his head gently, spoiling him as if he were a domesticated pet. She continued to pet the boar and rub his belly until he had regained his breath and stood up, waltzing away quickly, his hind legs waddling behind his fore legs like a penguin's. "Bye, mister piggy!" Yuki shouted from behind him, smiling happily. She had at least made a new friend in the area. And whether or not it was a human friend was irrelevant.

Growing up, Yuki experienced many atrocities and hardships which most shinobi either had to face or did not. It was perplexing to her how the shinobi world could be so cruel and dark. Rather than allow it all to get to her and interfere with her mind, she broke free from the constraints of anger and depression and came out a girl who was happy and content with life, regardless of how bad things could get. She was not the type to let things hurt her, far from it, she accepted everything and sugar-coated the bad, while accepting the good open-armed. Although this was difficult on anyone to do, she did it so flawlessly that most consider her the 'optimist' of the noble Hyuuga Clan. Indeed, her optimism was something characteristic of her. She always looked on the bright side of things and never allowed such dull and grey things to keep her down. She always understood that the grass always looked greener on the other side, but the grass on her side was still pretty damn green. She was happy with what she had and would not give it up for anything in the world. Optimism, after all, kept her content with what she had and always eager to see what she would attain in the future. After all, an optimist had nowhere to go but up. That is, as far as they were concerned in their mind. Naturally they were subject to hardships and atrocities just like any other shinobi. Though, perhaps it had a slightly less effective impact on them than most shinobi due to the fact that they took everything with a grain of sugar.

She was the happy-go-lucky type of person who was always ambitious and excited for new things and experiences. She was always willing to train regardless of how difficult or tedious it may have been. Furthermore, she was more than willing to go on missions and do small jobs with little pay. After all, someone had to do it. Why not her? She undertakes low-rank missions and jobs without a second thought to it, realizing that she may not be suited for the more bloody and difficult missions, given the fact that she was unable to kill most people and the aspect of such a thing scares her. She instead undertakes E to D rank missions more than any other, sometimes C rank missions, in order to pay for her apartment and living arrangements. That's not to say that she was completely incapable of killing, though you could draw such a conclusion by looking at her past, moreover she did not wish to take a life if it can be helped. That was actually why she had simply dodged and evaded the wild boar earlier. It was not as though she valued shinobi lives any less or any more than the life of a wild boar. However, she did not wish to needlessly take the life of a wild boar who was simply defending his home. Such an act seemed so uncharacteristic of herself that she could never allow herself to do it. To do such a thing... No, Yuki would never do such a thing. She was a kind-hearted and gentle individual who would hardly hurt a fly unless that fly were to threaten her comrades. She was hardly even willing to defend herself, to be perfectly honest.

Yuki was actually extremely loyal to the Hyuuga Clan. Her loyalty extended to the boundaries of her morality. She was willing to do just about anything for the clan if it logically made sense to her. For example, she would take a life if it was the only option to protect her clan. However, if there was any potential alternative she would most certainly take it. After all, she could not simply take a life without a good reason. With that said, she would never do anything somewhat dark or sinister for her clan, as it violated her morality and code of ethics. Her code of ethics was of the utmost importance to her as a shinobi. She felt as though if she violated that code of ethics she would be left with nothing and to be left with nothing... Yuki did not want to even think about it. After all, she puts her moral values well above her loyalty. However, should her clan be at risk she was more than willing to set aside her values. It was only when the breaking of her values was needless that it becomes a problem for the young kunoichi. Yuki actually loves her clan more than herself, placing the lives of her comrades above her own life. This is rather unique in the shinobi world as most shinobi only think about completing their mission or achieving their personal ambitions. While most shinobi are like this, Yuki is just about the exact opposite. She puts the lives and well being of her comrades above all else. Above the missions, above her own well being, and above her own ambitions. All of her personal necessities were irrelevant as far as her comrades were concerned to her.

She sighed as she was all tired out from dodging and evading the wild boar from earlier. It was not as if the training was very intensive, but it was enough for her to train her speed a bit higher. There was no longer any need for her to continue with training at this point. Instead, she decided that she would return to her clan and hang out with some friends. It seemed like the most enjoyable choice at the moment, considering she had spent half the day playing around with a wild boar. She turned her body to face the direction of her clan and took off at great speeds.