1 The Girl Who Plays With Fire [Kennosuke] Sun Jan 27, 2019 8:47 pm
Hisaki
D-rank
It is too clear and so it is hard to see.
A dunce once searched for fire with a lighted lantern.
Had he known what fire was,
He could have cooked his rice much sooner.
A dunce once searched for fire with a lighted lantern.
Had he known what fire was,
He could have cooked his rice much sooner.
Hisaki frowned at the quote at the top of the text she was reading, trying to work through it in her mind. The book itself was an older volume on fire release, something that she had borrowed from her clan's library. It was, surprisingly, not written by a member of the Hibana clan, since it apparently predated their association with fire. Which meant it was old, and because of that, it was annoyingly difficult to understand.
The sun beat down from overhead, warming her where she sat at a table outside a tea shop. A cup of green tea sat in front of her, beside a plate of half-eaten dango. All around her, people went about their business. She picked up one of the sticks of dango, lifting it to her mouth and taking a bite as she read, rubbing at her temple with the fingertips of her free hand.
Her brow furrowed. The quote meant something, she could tell that. If she didn't make sure she understood what that was, it would be useless to continue reading. It seemed like an obvious meaning--not to go out and overcomplicate things, but to try and see things for what they really were before looking for more difficult solutions. To try the simplest thing first, without wasting energy on making things more complicated. But why open with that in a book that was supposed to be about fire release? Was the author trying to say that at its heart, fire was a very simple thing...?
She knew that that wasn't the case. Even taking the three natures of fire: the pure fire, the wild fire, and the devouring fire, there were quite a lot of complications to them. But maybe that was just a flaw in her way of thinking?
This was just frustrating. She wouldn't have been reading this anyway, but she didn't have a mission today, and taking time to study was a good excuse for leaving the house. Her mother was in a mood. If she stayed around, she would certainly find something for Hisaki to do.
Drawing in a frustrated breath, Hisaki chewed on her dango as she continued to read, her scarred right hand casually twirling the empty stick.
WC: 414