Well... that was bizarre. Ashi was just walking back home, after a pretty strange situation up at the Waterfall point. Hopefully the pervert didn't try to follow her home. It's been over two hours from when she went out for a walk, her family might actually be worried by now. Or they'll more likely just assume she's training, which she really should be. Unfortunately the black haired girl is a bit too lazy, training only about once or twice a week. But that's mostly because it's really boring to do so alone. Due to a strange amount of genin this year, Ashi was the odd one out, and wasn't placed on a team for quite a while now. Was beginning to lose all hope actually. Going on missions by herself seemed like nothing more than a chore, and her allowance was large enough for her not to really need any extra ryo. The only way she'd do a mission is if the administration called her, and due to there being so much genin just fighting over the missions, that's unlikely to happen any time soon. So here she is, in a bit of a stalemate: her life now is actually further away from a shinobi's one than when she was in the academy. Sad, really, but not much that could be done about it, apart from Ashi finally deciding to grow some balls and request a mission.

And so Ashi walked down the street bathed under the sunlight, contemplating her situation. She was wearing a black skirt that reached slightly above her kness, since it was really warm outside, and a regular blue shirt. The girl wore her headband as a belt, and her weapon pouch was strapped onto her right thigh, right under the headband. Ashi also had some regular sandals on, and her messy hair wasn't arranged in any particular hairstyle: it was just falling down naturally. As usual, she was also wearing her leather leg-bracelets. They were situated just under her knees, with each one having 5 hanging kunai lodged between the straps of the bracelet. On her back were her 4 tantos, sheated with the blades pointing to the ground. She had never actually had a chance to use them before, but buying them was pointless if she's just going to leave them at home: so she carries them around anyway. It can even count as training, carrying the swords around all day. But suddenly Ashi noticed some brighty purple in her peripheral vision. Her neck twitched towards the object in question, and it turned out to be - a flower. Right there, about 20 meters away from her, in a playground, awas located a large, intensively purple flower. It looked kind of like a rose, but the petals were around twice as large. Definitely not normal. What. Is. That? Mesmerized by it's beauty, Ashi just couldn't help herself but to change her course and head towards it. The playground was a pretty classic one, with a couple of swings, a sandbox, and other things to amuse the young ones. The flower in question was located in a shadow of a tree by the border of the playground. It was unusual how there weren't any kids there, but that could somehow be explained by the fact that this wasn't really a good neighbourhood. But Ashi didn't notice it at all anyway.

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Twas the question Jet asked herself this morning as she tiwirled the jar of fresh eyeballs this blazing hot day; the sweat rolling down her back ignored as she donned a bikini top that matched her hair and black shorts with matching thigh high kounoichi style open toed boots, her forehead protector around her neck loosely covering a recently acquired light scar around her neck though it paled in comparison to the dozens that littered her skin. These small trinkets were sadly not the infamous dobujutsu of the Fatsumodo clan she was hoping to get for some time now but instead just pain ole eyes that had slightly strange yet interesting abnormality that made they worthwhile, if only slightly. How much would humanity benefit from have a protective lens around their eyes like that of crocodiles or perhaps sharks? Would there even be a need for eyelids anymore and would they even be comfortable in the first place. Several scenarios chorused through her mind like fireworks; some dazzling and bright while others fizzled out quickly. No matter she thought. She would do her best to bear some fruit on her experiment back at her lab at home. She snickered for a moment. It was funny how she hadn't been scolded for it yet though where was their proof. All she had at home are specimen, unimportant specimen you'd see at a chemistry lab. The important stuff she had somewhere else. Her real labs were somewhere else. Maybe Nanashi is interested in the world of science beyond conventional medicine? Science is a peculiar thing. It never seemed to stop, progress kept going and going no matter what. Religion and morality hardly could keep it at bay. There is always some way to keep the questions rolling and get funding for them to be answered. And answers were all she wanted. Oh well that's a bit of a lie she reminding herself. She has been having play dates for years and she never quite thanked that ole carnie Dr.Doctor whose  real name she never found out. But she wondered, can we get a live specimen? She knew it would be hard especially in a village with a kage like Akira at it's head but...a little persuasion wouldn't hurt if the individual wasn't missed or still mostly intact

Flipping her long high ponytail back she placed her side bang behind her ear and rest her hand on her katana hooked to her belt, she smiled sweetly however the closed eyed aspect gave it a slight eerie tone to it as she casually strolled up behind the unsuspecting young girl, undoubtedly a few years younger looking at her structure. Some children noticed her presence and momentarily froze in fear, remembering the horrific rumors about her and ran away. As they should she mentally joked to herself. Looking around people closed up shopped once they saw she was on the prowl; shutting windows, hiding behind curtains; silence rung through the air like the aftermath of a funeral march without the tears. Perhaps not for long. "You know you shouldn't touch what isn't yours. That flower is part of memorial for a child around her...hmm well actually more than one" She stood by her side lazily with her hands shoved in her pocket and gave her a quick appraisal "You seem to be the type to admire art in its purist form, nature though this piece is strange I admittedly so but we have seem much more odd during our travels Miss...? Oh and by the way, we Jet"

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Trained: REA C-C1

Srry for late response, almost forgot about the thread o.o

Light, dry footsteps could be heard coming Ashi's way. The entire street seemed to go quiet as a pale green-haired girl approached the black haired one. Ashi, mesmerized by the flower, wasn't paying much attention though, and hadn't turned around until the spooky green haired girl was already by her side, talking. "You know you shouldn't touch what isn't yours. That flower is part of memorial for a child around her...hmm well actually more than one. You seem to be the type to admire art in its purist form, nature though this piece is strange I admittedly so but we have seem much more odd during our travels Miss...? Oh and by the way, we Jet" Ashi was a bit surprised when the other girl spoke to her, and in all honesty, slightly irritated due to being distracted from the flower. She inspected the girl carefully while she was talking: she was obviously a good couple of years older than Ashi was, but was dressed quite differently. Surprisingly light, actually. And quite provocatively even. A light green top that looked kind of like a bra, black shorts and really high kunoichi boots. Ashi noticed that the girl was a shinobi straight away, the Iwa headband around her neck and the katana at her waist being a dead giveaway. The young lady assumed a cozy and lazy stature, with her hands in her pockets. Some might find that slightly rude. The entire aura that surrounded the girl seemed to be ill-omened. The way she spoke was funky, to say the least, as well. Ashi listened to her with a posed look on her face. She instinctively stepped back when she found out that the flower was a memorial for some unfortunate children. She then replied back, introducing herself, in a faked cheerful voice. "Ashi. Ashi Yuryo. And oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know about the flower. It's just so pretty..." As the words left her mouth, the large plant once again snatched her attention away. It was still unclear to Ashi why exactly did ther girl, Jet, approach her, but she did her best to avoid an awkward silence by continuing the conversation. "Say, you know what happened to those children?" She looked the girl straight in her gold-tinted eyes, asking purely out of curiosity. It was interesting, however, that Jet wasn't any taller than Ashi, but was still obviously older; it was her general physique, facial complexion and, to be completely honest, bigger boobies. For some reason, Jet gave Ashi the creeps, but she still did her best to keep smiling.

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